Monday, May 29, 2006

Bullets and drops.

It was three forty five in the morning when the mobile phone rang, it was Frank again... but what in the hell does he want at this time of the night?...

Frank: What ya doin'?

Volan: What ya think pussy?

Frank: Sorry for disturbing, but er...well...
Volan: Don't be sorry, just do not do it again.
Frank: I met Lady Miss Happiness today...

At that point I hung up.... went to the kitchen, made a coffee, no sugar, no milk... three forty eight a.m, the phone rang again.

Volan: What in the fuck are you talking about.

Frank: Mmmm do you remember her?... she used to be a pain in the ass.

Volan: Well she is.

Frank: She asked whether you are fine...

Volan: What ya said?

Frank: I haven't seen him for ages I said.
Volan: Hey... good girl you are...


there was a silence for a minute or two...


volan: ya there?

Frank: yes i am... er...well.... I need a favor from you,

Volan: Look man, it is almost four in the morning... could not you have called me in the afternoon?
Frank: sorry for disturbing you...er...well.....

Volan: what you want?
Frank: Can I borrow you gun?
Volan: what?......


I had a sip of coffee, lighted another cigarrette, walked towards the window and leaned on the window's sill, it was raining and I imagine that the little drops on the double glazing were Miss Happiness.

Frank: Hey...are ya there?

Volan: What do you need it for?

Frank: I am gonna swip her from the face of earth
Volan: But why? Leave her alone, she is Just an stupid gal, she's just a poor sap.

Frank: Can I get it or not?

Volan: Well, but make it clean...right, I do want no troubles... right?

Frank: Cheers mate!...I will pick it up tomorrow morning...

Volan: Ok bye!

Frank: Bye.


I walked towards the chest and hovered for a little while, recalling where the gun was...as I opened the chest's door the phone rang again, it was Frank again.

volan: What is the fucking matter now?
Frank: Please, do not forget the bullets...please.
Volan: okay, bye.


I hanged up and took the gun out of the drawer, turned around a bit to the mirror, rose my letf hand holding firmily the gun
and pointed to my image on the mirror.

The next day Frank came to my house and picked up the gun promising to bring it back before midnight.


Frank: Im gonna blow her head off... She is at home right now, thanks volan, see you later man!....thanks again.
Volan: Go away!, and remember I do not want troubles.
Frank: No worries, bye.

I spent the afternoon drinking in my room, I was quite drunk after half bottle of Jack Daniel's, all in a sudden the phone rang twice, before the bell rang for a third one I picked up.

Volan: Hello?
Miss H: Hi Volan, I was worried about you, how is it going?

Volan: Worried? yes i bet you were, mmm... m... i'm fine thanks.

MIss H: Are you drinking?

Volan: Yes, so what?

Miss H: Have not you learned your lesson.? Volan: Listen, dear, do not give me that shit now okay?
Miss H: I want to see you, Can I go to your place?
Volan: Where are you?

Miss H: I am at home.

Volan: At home...., right, look I am pretty drunk I think you'd better stay there, also it is quite cold and it has not stopped rainning since last night.

Miss H: Come on Volan, I want to see you...
Volan: Okay, let's meet up tomorrow afternoon, we can have a beer or two and....

MIss H: Hang on a minute, there is someone knocking the door, I will be right back.
Volan: OKay okay, I'm waiting then.


Having said that I had a sip of Jack Daniel's and hanged up thinking about the things I had to do next day during the afternoon.

Jerome

Sunday, May 21, 2006

Border Patrol -a racist game-

The power of video games has been largely argued since its beginning, whether a game is dangerous for children, increases violent attitudes in infants or produce mental disturbances is still matter of study. Yet one does not need to be an expert to realise that some games are certainly racists and purposely developed by “experts” in anti-social behaviour.

Border Patrol is one of these examples, the game shows immigrants crossing the border with a sign that reads welcome to the U.S., welfare office this way. The three targets: a Mexican nationalist, a drug smuggler and a breeder -- a pregnant woman with children. The game says ‘kill them at any cost’. At the end of the game, it gives a score with a derogatory term.

Games such Grand theft auto: vice city (console game) amongst others, egg on gamers to use violence against the bad boys, which in this case are Latin criminals (in the second version black blockes are the bad chaps), in order to take the control of the situation.

Although common people might burst in anger or feel offended in their moral principals we have to understand that no one in this planet has got the power of stopping an industry that produces almost the same amount of money than Hollywood (if not a bit more). So the only hope we keep is to at least enjoy the playing.

By clicking on the link you can go and play "border Patrol" and have and idea about this game.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Entonemos un himno a tu cielo

Buscando en la red una tarjeta de celebracion para mi entranable amigo Kerlames, me tope por esas cosas del destino con un diccionario de Bogotanismos. Muchas expresiones que yo ya habia olvidado estan resumidas en esa pagina, asi que para todos los rolitos y los no rolitos hay les dejo el link.

Esta es una seleccion de expresiones y frases como para darles una idea.

andeniado, beso ~
Beso que parece en la mejilla, pero que se da en la comisura de la boca. Utilizado mucho en primeras citas y amoríos secretos. Si las condiciones son adecuadas, puede desembocar en rumbeo. En la pronunciación bogotana es muy común omitir la segunda D ("beso andeniao").

bluyin
Voz bogotana para referirse la famosa prenda llamada en inglés Blue Jean. La palabra ha perdido importancia respecto a sus composición y significado original en inglés, y se usa en frases algo extrañas pero que llegan a tener sentido. "Me compre una chaqueta de bluyin violenta", "El James se compró un bluyin rojo una chimba".

calvazo
m. Golpe propinado con la mano en la parte superior central de la cabeza, en la parte en que aparece la calvicie. "¡Vamos a agarrar a Rafael a calvazos!"

chicle
1. Pantalón de moda en la primera mitad de los años 90, hecho de Lycra o algodón y característico por ser muy pegado al cuerpo. 2. chicle: persona que siempre se pega en los planes de amigos pero que no necesariamente es amiga de todos. "Arg, Pepe se trajo al chicle de su primo."

desgualetado, da
1. En exceso, sin medida. Generalmente se utiliza la forma "a lo desgualetado". 2. Desarreglado (en cuanto se refiere a ropa y apariencia personal). "¿Por qué anda tan desgualetado, Juan Pablo? ¡Súbase la bragueta por lo menos!"

gadejo
Estado de ánimo de una persona que no esta conforme con nada. Palabra resultante de una frase común cuando alguien se encuentra en este estado: ganas de joder. "No moleste a la Yuri que tiene gadejo".

garulla
1. Gamín, o casi gamín, dedicado al arte de quitarle la plata a los demás por medio de métodos poco ortodoxos. "Mariquis, cámbiese de andén que esa garulla nos va a atracar", "Le voy a meter su manazo a esa garulla". Como es muy común con otros insultos bogotanos, su uso se deriva de una palabra preexistente. Sin. garbimba. 2. Uno de los menos conocidos productos de la repostería del Altiplano.

marranear
1. v. Obtener provecho de otro de forma injusta, frecuentemente económico. "Esa vieja se lo está marraneando." 2. v. Patanear. Esta forma viene de la expresión maternal "juego de manos, juego de marranos". "¡Deje de marranear con el gato que lo vuelve maleducado!"

ponqué
Torta, pastel. "Ernesta, hágame el favor de cortar el ponqué". Deriva del anglicismo "pound-cake", una "torta de libra" que se vendía en Bogotá a finales del siglo XIX.

sirilí
1. Pájaro pequeño de vuelo rápido y canto agudo. A veces se compara a las personas con uno para denotar que están fastidiando demasiado. "Por favor, Pachito, quédese calmadito que parece un sirilí". 2. Cantaleta. "Ya pare el sirilí, ¡ni que fuera mi mamá!", "Baptiste, me tiene enfermo con su sirilí". Forma alternativa: sirirí.
Ademas, encontre una pagina con el Himno de nuestra hermosa Bogota, 2.600 metros mas cerca de las estrellas, 2.600 mas lejos de la realidad, como sea lo bonita no se le quita.

Todavia tengo en mi memoria los septimazos domingueros con Kerlames y Pabon-Rabon (y si con el troll tambien), con la respectivas apariciones en la Luis Angel Arango (solo tipos desocupados, duros y outsiders como lo somos se aventuran un domingo a la biblioteca). Esas tardes tambien como un ritual nos llevaron al mercado de las pulgas atras del MAM (No mambo) y la respectiva pesquisa de los puestos de revistas en la septima, las trece y la Jimenez entre otras.

Bogota Bogota Bogota!!! 2.600 metros mas cerca de las estrellas o 2.600 metros mas lejos de la realidad, Bogota esta como un millon de kilometros de donde yo estoy........

Felicitaciones Kerlames!!!

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