Boy's toys

Управо гледам рекламу за неки нови ауто: све овако-онако, цакли и блиста, те иде овуда-онуда, може ово-оно и онда у једном тренутку човек возач тог аутомобила једним покретом извлачи задњи браник као фиоку из пода аутомобила да би тако добио малу платформицу иза, продужетак, анекс, терасицу од кола на коју качи бицикло, а док то ради, из тога браника се исправља ТРЕЋА таблица на колима (као у оним сликоvницама што кад отвориш једну страну, а оно из стране се исправи и направи дворац са принцезом, принцем и коњем испред, а кад окренеш страну све се то лепо аутоматски склопи, а уместо те сцене искочи из књиге густа шума и у њој кућица, а у кући добра вештица), јер није ред да се не види регистарски број, а ону таблицу која иначе стоји на вратима од гепека заклања поменути велоципед доводећи тиме у забуну органе реда, али и случајног пролазника (читај: мене) који зачуђено посматра читаву ствар: шта ће им (и уопште одакле им) трећа таблица за кола, то, ако је икако могуће добити у Србији мора да кошта ђаво и по, а не верујем ни да је било где другде много јевтиније, зашто једноставно ону већ постојећу, припадајућу, редовну другу (задњу) таблицу нису лепо зашрафили на тај браник?
И уопште, каква је то идеја са склапањем/расклапањем, увлачењем-извлачењем, трансформацијом & мултипликацијом, кад онај бицикл једноставно блокира пета (гепек) врата, која на тај начин постају апсолутно неупотребљива, к'о да их нема?

Морам да признам да ми је ово друго (да точак онеспособљава врата) пало на памет доста касније, да не кажем накнадно, од питања искачуће треће таблице...

а у кући добра вештица

Izgorela fabrika nameštaja u selu Palikuća.

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Небо над Берлином је добио име Wings of Desire.

Зашто?
Питер Фолк је умро данас.
А пре неки дан сам у оставици пронашао кутију са ВХС касетама, међу којиме је и Европа, и Француски пољубац (делимично преснимљен, то ми никад није опроштено) и Мапети у којима Лио Сејер пева "Вен ај ниииид ју..."

Програмирати видеорекордер био је тест мушкости, а склопити свој Hi-Fi ствар културе.

Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him...



Put him in the bed with the captains daughter...

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The naval cat, also known as the captain's daughter (in principle, it was used under his authority), weighed about 13 ounces (370 grams) and was composed of a baton (handle) and nine cords.

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Навијачи знају зашто.

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Кликни на слику изнад ^




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The only known photograph of Wild West gunslinger Billy the Kid has fetched £1.4 million at auction.
Florida billionaire William Koch, an energy company executive and well-known collector of art and American West artefacts, placed the winning bid in person at Brian Lebel's annual Old West Auction in Denver.

Mr Lebel said at an auction preview that he expected the tintype image to sell for between $300,000 (£188,000) and $400,000 (£250,000).

Mr Koch said after the auction that he plans to allow some small museums to display the piece, and after that he will "just enjoy" the iconic piece.
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"Potomci kurvi i kockara..."

Porcha...

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An anonymous owner of a Porsche 911 donated his troublesome car to a local gun club rather than pay more than $20,000 to have it fixed. The wealthy motorist was so fed-up with the car's constant engine problems he was happy to see 140 members of the Massachusetts club Comm2A fire 10,000 bullets into it. Photographer and gun enthusiast John Beauchemin says: "By the end of the shoot, the Porsche was so perforated that it was folding in half under its own weight. It was hauled off to the junkyard on a flatbed."

A generation of boys know this scene because it was their ultimate fantasy. The hot girl in school Linda Barrett (Phoebe Cates) emerges from a swimming pool in a tiny red bikini. No one is expecting her to take it off, but that's exactly what she does, right after telling the uber-awkward Brad Hamilton (Judge Reinhold), "You know how cute I always thought you were," and giving him a kiss. The only problem is, for Brad, it's just a dream. And when Linda and her bikini go into the house for a towel, she finds Brad in the bathroom doing the No. 3.
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С времена на време проналазим у жардињери мале, округле, збијене смотуљке перја, длака и кошчица које испљуну јастребови који живе под кровом нашег солитера, након што сваре остатак поједених мишева (обичних и слепих) или младунаца других птица.
Јуче сам, међутим, међу мојим петунијама и ноћним фрајлама нашао спљоштени мумификован леш неког пилета које претходно није било поједено.
Ево слика:

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Управо гледам овог човека, неки риалити на Viasat Explorer-у.
Dude!

Fred Marafono, who has died aged 72, was one of the first Fijians to join the SAS. Later he became passionately involved in Sierra Leone, deploying his considerable combat experience to influence the blood diamond war there.
Fred’s early ambition was to study Veterinary Science, which he pursued first at Navuso Agricultural School, and then at college in Australia. But he came from a warrior society, and when the British Army arrived to launch a recruiting drive in Fiji he signed up without telling his parents. He later admitted that the decision was “an impulse”.
His 21-year career with 22 SAS, B Sqn, is subject to a non-disclosure agreement, which he signed, and which, in his retirement, he firmly adhered to. But it is known that he saw service in Borneo, Aden, Oman, Northern Ireland and the Falklands. An idea of the hair-raising nature of his engagements can be gleaned the fate of one fellow Fijian in the SAS, Sergeant Talaiasi Labalaba, who was killed in the battle of Mirbat in Oman in 1972 – when nine SAS men fought for their lives against an attack by some 250 communist guerrillas. Sergeant Labalaba had been Marafono’s best man....

“When you see what was happening in Sierra Leone, to be honest with you, you’re looking forward to killing these people,” he said. “I’m not going to boast and brag about killing people. But I never lose a night’s sleep about it. We were not doing it because of money; we were doing it because it was a mission. If we don’t do it, people will die – and die terribly.”