Knjige, internet, filmovi, part 6

haha... mislila sam najstarije snimljen film....najstariji film, a ne glumac

Dr. No?

S tim cu da pocnem. Jesi gledao? Koji preporucujes (bez obzira na ime :)?

Dr. Noa се не сећам. А мислим да сам их гледао све, изузев ове последње - Казино Ројал и даље, мислим да са Данијелом Крејгом то више није Бонд.

Само за твоје очи. Дефинитивно. Толико профано, толико артистички, толико, толико.... као новогодишња јелка.


Иако је по мени Броснан најбољи Бонд.

Умро човек који је писао Бонд - музику.
Наслутила си му.

How about that?
Teenager killed after a slug causes traffic light failure

Katie Dagley, 19, was driving home from work when she approached a single lane bridge controlled by lights that had malfunctioned just 20 minutes earlier.
She drove her Ford Ka onto the bridge and collided with an oncoming Fiat Punto.
Senior police investigator Andy Stevens told an inquest into her death that he had carried out a detailed examination of the scene in Alvecote, near Tamworth, West Mids, and confirmed that the traffic light fault was caused by a trail left by a slug or a snail.
"There was a trail across the circuit board and it had short-circuited it – it was one of those things, it's a tragedy."
"The fault was logged at the monitoring agency and sent to county highways at 10.52pm, some 20 minutes before the collision.

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I am stopping an attractive woman on a Bethesda sidewalk and asking her if she would sleep with me.
K.C. Hernandez is 32, a marketing associate visiting from Chicago. I assure her that I am a working journalist and that my question is purely hypothetical. Judging by appearances alone, I ask, what would be my theoretical chance of having sex with her, expressed as a percentage?
"Three," she says finally.
Three percent! I'm pretty sure it's a mercy vote, but I'll take it. Next, we walk across the street for the second part of the experiment. I pat the hood of an obsidian-black 2011 Chevy Volt, on loan to me for the day.
"This is my ride," I say. "Does this new information change the hypothetical answer at all?"
K.C. keeps looking from it to me dubiously, as if to reconcile the one with the other.
"Okay," she says.
She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly.
"Three-point-five."