Can you post a gif set of that scene in the cafeteria (I don’t remember what episode or season, sorry) where Jordan and Elliot are talking, and Jordan is like “I love Cox!” and The Todd comes over and says “Greatest conversation ever” and then the chick across the cafeteria: “this sausage is huge!” etc.
And NOW I get what she meant
OK OK, esta y no esta es la mejor publicidad del mundo.
Agradezcan que pude tomarle foto cuando aún estaba en pie.
Gracias por resucitar estos tesoros, flickr.
So Norman Bates is Blair Waldorf’s son?
The slim book that was suddenly the most controversial work in the West in early March was not easy to find in the United States. Amazon said it wasn’t available till April. The Strand bookstore didn’t have it either.
The book is the play My Name Is Rachel Corrie. Composed from the journal entries and e-mails of the 23-year-old from Washington State who was crushed to death in Gaza three years ago under a bulldozer operated by the Israeli army, the play had two successful runs in London last year and then became a cause celebre after a progressive New York theater company decided to postpone its American premiere indefinitely out of concern for the sensitivities of (unnamed) Jewish groups unsettled by Hamas’s victory in the Palestinian elections.
The House bill calling for a US investigation of her killing died in committee, with only seventy-eight votes and little media attention. But the naked admission by a left-leaning cultural outlet that it would subordinate its own artistic judgment to pro-Israel views has served as a smoking gun for those who have tried to press the discussion in this country of Palestinian human rights.
Los posters de “La hora del espanto” me daban miedo cuando estaba chiquito.
Y hasta hoy descubro que ya no me acuerdo de qué se trataba, que no sabía que era “Fright Night” y no noté nada cuando vi el remake.