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Are you a good morning ... Arch

... starts in the morning, today I'm afraid. : P It does not happen very often

that I turn for home at this time but woke up early, I prefer to stay to study in the soft and warm blanket of my bed, but this morning I have to go to Padua.

need to know that I hate alarm clocks and we use the ringtone of the phone seems more musical and pleasant. Except that I changed phone.
Only last night when I chose the ring, I had to Völkerball Rammstein. [Anagrafe Genevieve - affectionately called so by the angel who gave it to me ^ ^]
Only I have not yet figured out how to work well.
The fact is that at 7 o'clock in something that looks like a cross between The Exorcist and Deep Red wakes me up. Also equipped with vibration. [Consider that the cell was placed on a stack of manga and imagine the waves and the consequent - disturbing - the sound produced by vibrating paper.]
I make a good jump on the bed, the dark, cecata - without glasses because I do not see a cock-expecting at least my mother with a knife or my brother who decided to get rid of the family. Then, finally, I realize and try to turn off the deal. Not knowing whether to laugh or go back to sleep. Finally opto
to get up, I take my PC - I think the second thing I do in the morning after putting his glasses * mumble mumble * - and go downstairs.
My brother is in the bathroom. For that kind of non-aggression pact, I sit at my usual corner in the living room for the ride and post-forum-sites and also provides Gift lights the fire.
Now, my brother must be stoned to me ... after 10 minutes when I pass by in front of her things, turn on my Part e. .. [Guess up is not hard] ... well he jumps with both hands on the heart.
"But .. but ... when you get here?"
"While you were in the bathroom ...."
"But you were always here?"
"... yes ..."
all in dialect, but the savings.
The story of my alarm clock, and from there a discussion on the part of the sadness and the terror of the splatter, through various films. In between there was also Hyoga slipped and I still have to figure out how ...
recall the scenes of Deep Red . I remember an interview with Argento in which the director says that is a lot scarier than a gun a knife because the feeling of meat cut've got it all.
Here come pieces of home made adventures of knives, stupidity and so on.

These are the first twenty minutes of the day ... I do not know if they are then excited to see the rest. * Shudder *

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in wonderland

days of study. Classification of galaxies.
browsed catalogs and codes written under the figures.
classification of morphological type. We have elliptical galaxies, spiral and irregular. With more subdivisions ...
You know that galaxies are also cannibals , some end up interacting with each other and the greatest - I would say almost the strongest - it starts to "eat" the other.
There are clusters of galaxies and so on ... Then

But looking through the images of the Hubble Space Telescope [HST] other material to practice and understand. Or better, remember why you're studying this, and what led you in the madhouse.
seems debased nature of the university rather than encouraging it. But as a stand against this?


The Antennae Galaxies / NGC 4038-4039


Spiral Galaxy M100


Cartwheel Galaxy


Star-Birth Clouds in M16: Stellar "Eggs" Emerge from Molecular Cloud

ok, the last one is a nebula. : P [all images are site by HST]

I do not know, to think that there is darkness over all this moves me and gives me back the desire to study.

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Continuing the series of films for the project with Sna tonight Evilenko .
Once again thank Hyo ... is becoming my encyclopedia. : P

The film is Andrei Chikatilo (here called Andrej Romanovic Evilenko, English Evil = evil), who molested and brutally killed over 50 people including women [very young] and children in Russia and Ukraine . At the time of the enormous difficulties encountered to find and capture him, because the crimes could not be published for fear of scenes of panic and embarrassment.

The first scene opens in a forest, a man and a girl sitting on some logs. The man told the child this:

There once was a girl like you, with hair like yours, with your eyes like a cloud that followed. So he learned to fly. After a bit 'of time, because no one had seen her, they began to think that the girl was dead. So they organized a funeral. The child attended to his funeral from up high in the sky. And he saw that no one was crying. He realized then that his mother and his father never really loved. So stay up there in heaven and never came back down here.

and then everything becomes black and you hear in the distance, the bloodcurdling scream of a child.


guess I fail to be truly objective because the stories of serial killers fascinate me, but this film deserves, although it is a bit 'slow in places. In other words

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new year, new layout.
Although it was not anything planned, I felt like I was just making some changes.
And again I ended up Castlevania. These illustrations are becoming an obsession: P Thanks
Sna for advice. * Smack * [well, one could say that I have said almost crushes here, so thank amending multiplied by a remarkably high number of times.]

Yesterday, deliberately quiet evening. No party or person.
Just me, the couch and "Twilight of the Gods" by Visconti. I had seen, but with my bad habit to carry pieces, so I missed important parts.
I served as a documentary, inspiration, for example the question of pedophilia * *. For the project with SNA.
course, my Christine should be a little 'bigger than Lisa [formerly, the child is called just like that> _ \u0026lt;] I would say that the concept is made anyway.
Beyond this is a good movie. I love Visconti. I can not explain the feeling it gives me, however, is not something that just slips off the video. It reminds me of the mist that remains in a locked room when they smoked too many cigarettes. It is not tangible and you know it just by looking at particular points. Almost see the contrast.
Too bad they did not understand what the fuck they say in German, already struggling on my own, but the Bavarian dialect [info retrieved from Hyo] is beyond my comprehension by-_-

inevitable to look behind, the year just ended, and then return to look forward to drawing a long sigh. Basically no going back. Never.
Despite my nature, every new beginning I feel like Bilbo when he sees the way out of the house.

Home is behind, before us the world,
And there are many paths that attendon,
the background of shadows, vespers and nights, the glow of the stars.

These I think are some of the verses, but just trim them recover the book.