“Why shouldn’t I work for the N.S.A.? That’s a tough one, but I’ll give it a shot. Say I’m working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I’m real happy with myself, ’cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin’, “Send in the marines to secure the area” ’cause they don’t give a shit. It won’t be their kid over there, gettin’ shot. Just like it wasn’t them when their number was called, ’cause they were pullin’ a tour in the National Guard. It’ll be some guy from Southie takin’ shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, ’cause he’ll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain’t helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they’re takin’ their sweet time bringin’ the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain’t too long ’til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy’s out of work and he can’t afford to drive, so he’s got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks ’cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin’ him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he’s starvin’ ’cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they’re servin’ is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I’m holdin’ out for somethin’ better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.”

Will Hunting (played by Matt Damon) - (IMDb)
Writing credits: Matt Damon & Ben Affleck

September 2nd, 2006 | Movie Quotes, My Bad English | 2 comments

Ovaj blog pocinjem jer neke stvari treba sacuvati u zasebnoj fioci…
Pocinjem jer sam nekim ljudima obecao da cu to uciniti, a ja ne bih bio ja, kada to obecanje ne bih ispunio.
Realne su sanse da ovo nece biti samo jedan u nizu blogova kakvi nicu na svakom cosku u poslednje vreme.. Ako nesto budem pisao to znaci da sam negde u sebi ili negde u vama nasao razlog za to…
Postovi ce biti malo ostriji, mozda i vulgarniji nego sto ocekujete, ali to sam ja… Ne umotavam se u sjajni papir kada treba nekom da se predstavim, pa to necu raditi ni ovde… Ako nesto kazem sto vam se ucini, neprikladno, preterano, zelim da razumete da to ne kazem iz licnog hira ili zelje za ponizavanjem, omalovazavanjem.. to kazem zato sto tako mislim…
Plastican primer iz svakodnevnog internet zivota…
Ako i niste znali nakon ovog reda nesumnjivo cete znati, moje internet postojanje zasniva se na radu na Burek Forumu ciji sam autor i vlasnik… Kako jednom jedna klinka prilikom ICQ upoznavanja rece “Bila sam na mnogima ali ni jedan nije tako veliki kao tvoj“. Mislila je na forum naravno … od jednog malog projekta u koji sam uleteo ne bih li pobegao od nekih negativnih stvari koje su me okupirale, Burek je izrastao u nesto zaista veliko i po misljenju drugih izuzetno kvalitetno ako se u obzir uzmu i okolnosti… Anyway… Da ne duzim, bice prilike… Ako uzmemo toliku kolicinu ljudi i stavimo ih na neko mesto, a to mesto je pritom po prirodi takvo da oni smatraju, cim ih neko ne vidi face2face, da u sustini mogu reci i raditi sta god im je volja i proci nekaznjeno. U takvim uslovima, realne su sanse da ce odredjeni, nazalost ne tako mali procenat ljudi poceti da se ponasa neprikladno, barem ako se u obzir uzmu hiljade godina evolucije… Trudim se sa svima biti korektan, direktan i realan… Prema svima posten… dakle… Ako je neko nekom prilikom doziveo da mu kazem da je debil, to nema veze sa mojim intimnim ubedjenjem… to ima veze samo sa njegovim ponasanjem. Emocije su lepa stvar, ali u nekim situacijama ih treba filtrirati. Dakle… ako sam rekao da je neko debil… to ne znaci da je on lep, ruzan, ne znaci da ga ja volim ili ne volim, ne znaci da ga mrzim.. to znaci da je ta osoba debil jer se ponasa kao debil.
Ljubav kao i mrznju, treba zasluziti. Misljenje na osnovu ponasanja je prost proces zakljucivanja i ne zahteva emocije.
Ne pravdam se… ne mislim da imam razloga i potrebe… samo objasnjavam pre nego sto pocne zgrazavanje nad mojim recnikom …
Nece biti zgrazavanja?
Polako… bice postova.. bice vam jasnije.

* Kome se naslov ucinio simpaticnim, a ne zna o cemu se radi neka procita pesmu na ovom linku.

September 1st, 2006 | Mental notes | 5 comments