Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Diabólicas. Mostrar todas as mensagens
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Diabólicas. Mostrar todas as mensagens
segunda-feira, 2 de abril de 2012
Sim, é o cartaz de um filme...
Aliás, no plural: isto são cartazes de filmes sensacionalistas, entre os anos de 1956 e 1973. Mais aqui.
domingo, 11 de setembro de 2011
terça-feira, 17 de maio de 2011
Dá que pensar... Vivendo num Minority Report?
Retirado do artigo do GeekChicDaily.com:
Google's Way IS The Highway - Internet giant Google now has self-driving cars and is lobbying Nevada to create laws that would allow the autonomous vehicles to be used on public roads. Great. Google knows everything about you and wants to drive your car. In a couple of years, we'll be living in Minority Report.
Google's Way IS The Highway - Internet giant Google now has self-driving cars and is lobbying Nevada to create laws that would allow the autonomous vehicles to be used on public roads. Great. Google knows everything about you and wants to drive your car. In a couple of years, we'll be living in Minority Report.
domingo, 6 de fevereiro de 2011
Drag Racing: 50,000 dólares voaram em 1/2 segundo
As corridas de dragsters (Drag Racing) sancionadas pela NHRA estão entre as muitas variantes do chamado Desporto Automóvel que desde sempre me despertaram interesse. Originárias dos Estados Unidos da América, acabaram por se espalhar um pouco por todo o mundo, com especial relevo para o norte da Europa. Disputam-se entre veículos de 4 ou 2 rodas, mas os primeiros são bem mais interessantes (e brutais, em vários aspectos).
Os pilotos profissionais competem em 4 classes principais de carros, os Top Fuel, os Funny Car e os Pro Stock, e as regras base não podiam ser mais simples (engano que deixo passar, para não tornar este texto demasiado extenso ou técnico; mais detalhes poderão ser apreciados no primeiro link deste post): em cada par de concorrentes vence o que percorrer mais rapidamente a distância de um quarto de milha (cerca de 400 metros), em linha recta, a partir da posição de paragem absoluta. As partidas são dadas por um sistema (a árvore de Natal) de 9 luzes colocadas verticalmente, que se vão acendendo em sequência do topo para baixo sendo que a última, geralmente encarnada, dita a partida. Isto faz com que não baste que o carro seja o mais potente e rápido, o piloto tem de ter um tempo de reacção compatível com o 0.5 segundo que decorre entre o acender de cada uma das últimas 3 luzes.
A "brutalidade" a que me referi no início vem disto: potências de motor na casa dos 8.500 a 10.000 cavalos (BHP) nos Top Fuel e 6.900 a 8.000 cavalos nos Funny Car, acelerações instantâneas de mais de 6G e velocidades à chegada superiores aos 500 Km/h, tudo isto em menos de 5 segundos! E finalmente, mas não menos importante, por uma estética muito própria, sensações fortíssimas para os espectadores (nem falo nos pilotos...) e ruído de fazer calar até o próprio Demo. Ou não funcionassem os motores das 2 classes de topo com cerca de 85–90% de nitrometano com 10–15% de metanol como combustível... Dragões sobre rodas, pois.
O que dá à expressão "motores de explosão" toda uma nova dimensão... E a prová-lo, segue um vídeo do run (que venceu, apesar do sucedido) de Gary Densham em 2009 no qual em meio segundo uma explosão no motor fez desintegrar-se a carroçaria em fibra do seu Funny Car. Foram só 50,000 dólares a voar num ápice. Vamos ver:
Os pilotos profissionais competem em 4 classes principais de carros, os Top Fuel, os Funny Car e os Pro Stock, e as regras base não podiam ser mais simples (engano que deixo passar, para não tornar este texto demasiado extenso ou técnico; mais detalhes poderão ser apreciados no primeiro link deste post): em cada par de concorrentes vence o que percorrer mais rapidamente a distância de um quarto de milha (cerca de 400 metros), em linha recta, a partir da posição de paragem absoluta. As partidas são dadas por um sistema (a árvore de Natal) de 9 luzes colocadas verticalmente, que se vão acendendo em sequência do topo para baixo sendo que a última, geralmente encarnada, dita a partida. Isto faz com que não baste que o carro seja o mais potente e rápido, o piloto tem de ter um tempo de reacção compatível com o 0.5 segundo que decorre entre o acender de cada uma das últimas 3 luzes.
A "brutalidade" a que me referi no início vem disto: potências de motor na casa dos 8.500 a 10.000 cavalos (BHP) nos Top Fuel e 6.900 a 8.000 cavalos nos Funny Car, acelerações instantâneas de mais de 6G e velocidades à chegada superiores aos 500 Km/h, tudo isto em menos de 5 segundos! E finalmente, mas não menos importante, por uma estética muito própria, sensações fortíssimas para os espectadores (nem falo nos pilotos...) e ruído de fazer calar até o próprio Demo. Ou não funcionassem os motores das 2 classes de topo com cerca de 85–90% de nitrometano com 10–15% de metanol como combustível... Dragões sobre rodas, pois.
O que dá à expressão "motores de explosão" toda uma nova dimensão... E a prová-lo, segue um vídeo do run (que venceu, apesar do sucedido) de Gary Densham em 2009 no qual em meio segundo uma explosão no motor fez desintegrar-se a carroçaria em fibra do seu Funny Car. Foram só 50,000 dólares a voar num ápice. Vamos ver:
quarta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2011
Frank Zappa, "Titties & Beer"
... Mas não foram os Tenacious D os primeiros a trazer o diabo para a música (descontando os executivos dos grandes estúdios discográficos). Antes deles já Frank Zappa compunha um tema em que o Mefistófeles era um dos principais intervenientes, com o muy sugestivo e delicioso (em ambos os factores da equação) título de "Titties & Beer", originalmente surgido no duplo LP ao vivo Zappa in New York (de 1978, mas gravado em 1976).
Aqui era o baterista Terry Bozzio a contracenar com Zappa o famoso diálogo ilustrativo duma verdadeira "canção-do-bandido" satânica.
It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain't shinin'
'Cause the sky's too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the aide of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, y'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big titty girly by the name of Chrissy
Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me . . .
'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery
I noticed even the crickets
Was actin' weird up here
So I figured I might
Just drink a little beer
I said, "Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on . . "
But there was no reply
'Cause she was gone . . .
"Where's those titties I like so well,
'n' my godam beer!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil, . .
He's about this big, . .
He had a red suit on
An' a widow's peak
An' then a pointed tail
'N like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright,
I swear I knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know, it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, "You sonofabifch!"
'Cause I was mad at him.
Well he just got out the floss
'N started cleanin' his fang
So I shot him with my shooter.
Said: BANG BANG BANG
The sucker just laughed 'n said, "Put it away . . .
You know, I ate her all up . . . now what you gonna say?"
YOU ATE MY CHRISSY? "Yeah! titties 'n all!"
WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN? "Were the cans this tall?"
EVEN HER BOOTS? "Would I lie to you?"
SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY! "Yes, this is true'.
'WELL DON'T THEY PAY Y'ALL GOOD FOR THE
STUFF THAT YOU DO?
"I can't complain when the checks come through . . ''
WELL I WANT MY CHRISSY, 'N I WANT MY BEER
SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP NOW, DEVIL,
DO YOU HEAR!
"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I am fhe Devil,
Do you understand?
Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this little contract here, . ''
YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU SON-OF-A-WHORE,
THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON
I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR . . .
GIMME THAT PAPER ... BET YER ASS
I'LL SIGN . . . 'CAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-
SQUEEZIN' TIME!
"You can't fool me, man . . . you ain't that bad . . .
I mean you shoulda seen some of fhe souls I had . . .
Why there was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew too . . .
'n both of fhose suckers was worse 'n you . .
"WELL, LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK THAT'S TRUE
I MEAN, YOU'RE THE DEVIL SO ... WHATCHA GONNA DO?
(improvised dialog)
"No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think ...
I mean ... hold on a minute, boy . . . that's
Magic Ink!"
And then the Devil puked
'N out jumped m'girl
They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN'
All around the world, she said:
"I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A FIST FULLA DOWNS,
AN' I'M GONNA GET WRECKED, SO FUCK YOU CLOWNS!"
And then she gave us the finger,
It was rigid 'n stiff,
That's when the Devil, he farted
An' she went right over the cliff
The Devil was mad took off to my pad
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
etc. repeat
Aqui era o baterista Terry Bozzio a contracenar com Zappa o famoso diálogo ilustrativo duma verdadeira "canção-do-bandido" satânica.
It was the blackest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain't shinin'
'Cause the sky's too tight
I heard the scarey wind
I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the aide of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, y'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big titty girly by the name of Chrissy
Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me . . .
'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery
I noticed even the crickets
Was actin' weird up here
So I figured I might
Just drink a little beer
I said, "Gimme summa that what yer suckin' on . . "
But there was no reply
'Cause she was gone . . .
"Where's those titties I like so well,
'n' my godam beer!"
Is what I started to yell, then I heard this noise
Like a crunchin' twig, 'n up jumped the Devil, . .
He's about this big, . .
He had a red suit on
An' a widow's peak
An' then a pointed tail
'N like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright,
I swear I knowed it was
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know, it looked to me
Like it was titty skin
I said, "You sonofabifch!"
'Cause I was mad at him.
Well he just got out the floss
'N started cleanin' his fang
So I shot him with my shooter.
Said: BANG BANG BANG
The sucker just laughed 'n said, "Put it away . . .
You know, I ate her all up . . . now what you gonna say?"
YOU ATE MY CHRISSY? "Yeah! titties 'n all!"
WHAT ABOUT THE BEER THEN? "Were the cans this tall?"
EVEN HER BOOTS? "Would I lie to you?"
SHIT, YOU MUSTA BEEN HUNGRY! "Yes, this is true'.
'WELL DON'T THEY PAY Y'ALL GOOD FOR THE
STUFF THAT YOU DO?
"I can't complain when the checks come through . . ''
WELL I WANT MY CHRISSY, 'N I WANT MY BEER
SO YOU JUST BARF IT BACK UP NOW, DEVIL,
DO YOU HEAR!
"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I am fhe Devil,
Do you understand?
Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this little contract here, . ''
YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU SON-OF-A-WHORE,
THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON
I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR . . .
GIMME THAT PAPER ... BET YER ASS
I'LL SIGN . . . 'CAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-
SQUEEZIN' TIME!
"You can't fool me, man . . . you ain't that bad . . .
I mean you shoulda seen some of fhe souls I had . . .
Why there was Milhous Nixon 'n Agnew too . . .
'n both of fhose suckers was worse 'n you . .
"WELL, LET'S MAKE A DEAL IF YOU THINK THAT'S TRUE
I MEAN, YOU'RE THE DEVIL SO ... WHATCHA GONNA DO?
(improvised dialog)
"No! Don't sign it! Give me time to think ...
I mean ... hold on a minute, boy . . . that's
Magic Ink!"
And then the Devil puked
'N out jumped m'girl
They heard the titties PLOP-PLOPPIN'
All around the world, she said:
"I GOT ME THREE BEERS 'N A FIST FULLA DOWNS,
AN' I'M GONNA GET WRECKED, SO FUCK YOU CLOWNS!"
And then she gave us the finger,
It was rigid 'n stiff,
That's when the Devil, he farted
An' she went right over the cliff
The Devil was mad took off to my pad
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare!
How did she get back there?
etc. repeat
Tenacious D, "Beelzeboss (The Final Showdown)"
E aqui está um cheirinho (infernalmente queimado, para já...) dos Tenacious D, aqui mencionados. Sabem quem faz de mafarrico-mor? Nada mais nada menos que o Dave Grohl.
I am complete
Fuck
Yes, you are fucked, shit out of luck
Now I'm complete and my cock you will suck
This world will be mine and you're first in line
You brought me the pick and now you shall both die
Wait, wait, wait, you motherfucker
We challenge you to a rock off
Give us one chance to rock your socks off
fuck, fuck, fuck, The Demon Code prevents me
From declining a rock off challenge
What are your terms? What's the catch?
If we win, you must take
Your sorry ass back to Hell
And also you will have to pay our rent
And what if I win?
Then you can take Kage back to Hell
What? Trust me Kage, it's the only way
What the fuck are you talking about?
To be your little bitch
Fine, let the Rock Off begin
I'm the Devil, I love metal
Check this riff, it's fucking tasty
I'm the Devil, I can do what I want
Whatever I've got, I'm gonna flaunt
There's never been a rock off that I've ever lost
I can't wait to take Kage back to Hell
I'm gonna fill him with my hot demon gel
I'll make him squeal like my Scarlet Pimpernel
No! C'mon Kage, bring the thunder!
There's just no way that we can win
That was a masterpiece,
listen to me
He rocks too hard because he's not a mortal man
God damn it, Kage!
He's gonna make you his sex slave
You're gonna gargle mayonnaise
No, unless we bust a massive monster mama jam
Dude, we've been through so much shit
De-activated lasers with my dick
Now it's time to blow this fucker down
C'mon Kage, now it's time to blow doors down
I hear you, Jables, now it's time to blow doors down
Light up the stage 'cuz it's time for a showdown
We'll bend you over then we'll take you to brown town
Now we've got to blow this fucker down
He's gonna rape me if we do not blow doors down
C'mon Kage 'cuz it's time to blow doors down
We'll bomb drive you, it's time for the black out
Hey anti-Christ-er, Beelzeboss
We know your weakness, our rocket sauce
We rock the casbah and blow your mind
We will defeat you for all mankind
You hold the scepter, we hold the key
You are the Devil, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D, we are the D
You guys are fucking lame
Come on, Kage, you're coming with me
Taste my lightning, fuckers!
Noooo!!!!!
Oh, fuck, my fucking horn! oh no!
From whence you came, you shall remain
Until you are complete again!
nooooo!!!!!
Fuck you, Kage! and fuck you, Jables!
I'll get you Tenacious D
I am complete
Fuck
Yes, you are fucked, shit out of luck
Now I'm complete and my cock you will suck
This world will be mine and you're first in line
You brought me the pick and now you shall both die
Wait, wait, wait, you motherfucker
We challenge you to a rock off
Give us one chance to rock your socks off
fuck, fuck, fuck, The Demon Code prevents me
From declining a rock off challenge
What are your terms? What's the catch?
If we win, you must take
Your sorry ass back to Hell
And also you will have to pay our rent
And what if I win?
Then you can take Kage back to Hell
What? Trust me Kage, it's the only way
What the fuck are you talking about?
To be your little bitch
Fine, let the Rock Off begin
I'm the Devil, I love metal
Check this riff, it's fucking tasty
I'm the Devil, I can do what I want
Whatever I've got, I'm gonna flaunt
There's never been a rock off that I've ever lost
I can't wait to take Kage back to Hell
I'm gonna fill him with my hot demon gel
I'll make him squeal like my Scarlet Pimpernel
No! C'mon Kage, bring the thunder!
There's just no way that we can win
That was a masterpiece,
listen to me
He rocks too hard because he's not a mortal man
God damn it, Kage!
He's gonna make you his sex slave
You're gonna gargle mayonnaise
No, unless we bust a massive monster mama jam
Dude, we've been through so much shit
De-activated lasers with my dick
Now it's time to blow this fucker down
C'mon Kage, now it's time to blow doors down
I hear you, Jables, now it's time to blow doors down
Light up the stage 'cuz it's time for a showdown
We'll bend you over then we'll take you to brown town
Now we've got to blow this fucker down
He's gonna rape me if we do not blow doors down
C'mon Kage 'cuz it's time to blow doors down
We'll bomb drive you, it's time for the black out
Hey anti-Christ-er, Beelzeboss
We know your weakness, our rocket sauce
We rock the casbah and blow your mind
We will defeat you for all mankind
You hold the scepter, we hold the key
You are the Devil, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D
We are the D, we are the D, we are the D
You guys are fucking lame
Come on, Kage, you're coming with me
Taste my lightning, fuckers!
Noooo!!!!!
Oh, fuck, my fucking horn! oh no!
From whence you came, you shall remain
Until you are complete again!
nooooo!!!!!
Fuck you, Kage! and fuck you, Jables!
I'll get you Tenacious D
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)