Alvaro Freitas

Scientists are working on a “GPS” that works in space. It uses x-ray’s emitted by pulsars to get a position anywhere, accurate to 5km.

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MEZMAY, RUSSIA—Archaeologists digging a necropolis in the Caucasus mountains of Russia's Krasnodar region have discovered an elaborate burial of a male warrior. Dating from the third century B.C. to the second century A.D, the necropolis was used by an as-yet unidentified culture that was heavily influenced by the Greeks. The warrior was buried with a dozen gold artifacts, as well as an iron axe, two iron swords, and iron chain mail. The remains of three horses, a cow, and a wild boar were also found nearby. According to Valentina Mordvintseva, a researcher at the Ukrainian National Academy of Sciences Institute of Archaeology, this shows the warrior was held in very high esteem by his tribe, and was likely a local chieftain.

20/02/2013

por Matheus Mossmann 

O animador da Pixar, Austin Madison, retratou a última temporada da NFL, a liga norte-americana de Futebol Americano, através de cartoons muito bons, associando os desenhos aos nomes dos times. Dê uma olhada como ficou maneiro.

Saints x Panthers


Broncos x Falcons


Panthers x Raiders


Bengals x Texas


49ers x Packers


Bills x Jaguars


Packers x Seahawks


Jets x Patriots


Red Skins x Buccaneers
 

Bengals x Chiefs


49ers x Cardinals


Giants x Steelers
 
Eagles x Lions
 

Ravens x Bengals


Steelers x Chargers


Vikings x Rams


Colts x Browns
 

Texas x Jets


Bears x Cardinals


Dolphins x Titans
 

SuperBowl - Ravens x 49ers (duelo de dois técnicos irmãos-gêmeos)
 

Todo mundo vai saber de onde é a foto, e isso é o que mais me fascina nela. Apesar de tão diferente, o lugar é tão familiar…

A foto de Aurélio Becherini é de 1912 e pertence ao acervo da Casa da Imagem.

There’s no such thing as racism in Brazil.

Photo from Brazilian Carnaval, Salvador.

The Look Of Love
In Your Old-Timey Eyes
Edward & Bella vs. Ed Wood & Bella

Paperman Cosplay

This is excellent. Last night a friend sent us this post by redditor TheIndieArmy, who observes that "the popularity graph for the name Bruce looks awfully familiar." More »

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Bene Gesserit

“The Reverend Mother must combine the seductive wiles of a courtesan with the untouchable majesty of a virgin goddess, holding these attributes in tension so long as the powers of her youth endure. For when youth and beauty have gone, she will find that the place-between, once occupied by tension, has become a wellspring of cunning and resourcefulness.” —from Muad’Dib, Family Commentaries by the Princess Irulan

You know what? There are a lot of other choices one could make, and I’m not even sure who I would choose for such an “honor” (Karen Gillan? Sarah Rafferty? Christina Hendricks? What? I like redheads), but I can’t complain with the choice of Elisha Cuthbert, who fits the magazine’s demo, and belongs to a hilarious television show, Happy Endings, that could use all the promotion it can get. Would it have been better if she, Casey Wilson, and Eliza Coupe were ALL given the honor and featured in a Alison Brie/Gilian Jacobs style threesome pillow fight? Sure. But we take what we can get.

Cuthbert, naturally, was “thrilled,” when asked by US Magazine about the award.

“To think that one person could be the most beautiful when there’s Kaley Cuoco, Sofia Vergara, Zooey Deschanel? They’re all stunning,” says Cuthbert, who has appeared on Maxim’s cover three times before. “I’m not gonna fight anyone about it, though. I’ll accept it with grace. But being on a show with two other beautiful women [Casey Wilson and Eliza Coupe], this is gonna make going to work very uncomfortable. I don’t know, this might be a curse.”

Alright, alright. Let’s skip to the cover already.

A one piece? Well, that’s novel. Now, where’s our GIF-appropriate reaction?

Nope, nope: Definitely going to need another GIF to properly celebrate this occasion.

One more? Sure!

Now let’s wash it all down with some ribs.

You’re welcome.

The post Guess Who ‘Maxim’ Named TV’s Most Beautiful Woman? appeared first on UPROXX.

Diz-se que Tsukahara Bokuden Takamoto [fundador do estilo Kashima Shintō-ryū de kendō] estava em um barco no lago Biwa-ko, junto com vários outros passageiros, quando um deles passou a comentar sobre suas habilidades em alto e bom som, proclamando-se invencível.

No início, Bokuden preferiu nem prestar atenção no discurso prepotente desse passageiro. Mas depois de um bom tempo, quando notou que ele não iria parar de se orgulhar até que o barco chegasse ao seu destino, decidiu interrompê-lo:

- Eu também pratico artes marciais já faz algum tempo. Mas, ao contrário do senhor, eu não acho que seja fácil ganhar uma luta. Durante toda a minha vida, o máximo que pude fazer foi me esforçar para não perder.

Ao ouvir isso, o passageiro disse:

- O senhor fala coisas muito interessantes. Qual é o estilo do senhor?

- Oh, não é algo de que possa me orgulhar. Ele se chama Mutekatsu-ryū.

Erguendo a sobrancelha, o passageiro perguntou:

- Muito bem, o seu é o “estilo da vitória com as mãos vazias”? Então por que está carregando essas duas espadas na cintura?

- Oh, essas são as espadas que o meu espírito utiliza para cortar a arrogância e a inconveniência.

- Muito bem, mostre-me esse seu estilo. Quero ver se consegue me derrotar!

- Posso mostrar, mas aviso desde já: a espada do meu espírito é a espada para a vida, mas ela se torna a espada para a morte no momento em que enfrenta uma pessoa de má índole.

Furioso, o passageiro ordenou que o barqueiro remasse imediatamente para a margem, ao que Bokuden sugeriu:

- Creio ser melhor irmos até uma ilha no meio do lago. É melhor duelarmos sem pessoas para nos atrapalhar. Peço desculpas a todos os passageiros que estão com pressa, mas gostaria que o barqueiro nos levasse até a ilha.

Ao chegar à ilha, o passageiro pulou do barco, já com a espada desembainhada, e desafiou Bokuden:

- Muito bem, venha agora e vejamos essas suas técnicas!

- Acalme-se. O meu estilo necessita de tranqüilidade e concentração. Deixarei as espadas no barco.

E, se dirigindo ao barqueiro, disse:

- Dê-me o remo, lutarei com ele.

Dito isso, Bokuden segurou o remo. Mas, no momento em que todos imaginavam que ele iria pular para terra, ele rapidamente passou a remar, afastando o barco da ilha.

Indignado, o desafiante gritou:

- Ei! Volte aqui! Volte aqui!

Ao se afastar uma distância considerável da ilha, Bokuden calmamente abriu seu leque e disse:

- Se quiser, venha nadando até aqui. Garanto que tirarei sua vida antes que possa embarcar!

E, sorrindo, completou:

- Está vendo? Essa é a forma do Mutekatsu-ryū de vencer sem usar armas. Se quiser aprender, é só me procurar. Tenha uma boa estada na ilha!

(Retirado do livro Peregrinos do Sol – A Arte da Espada Samurai, de Luiz Kobayashi).

Esses japoneses tinham as melhores técnicas mesmo.

Nascido em Hiroshima em 1975, Shintaro Ohata é um artista japonês que retrata as pequenas coisas da vida, como o cotidiano. Conhecido por seu estilo característico, suas obras misturam esculturas em poliestireno com pinturas, formando peças que são uma combinação de 2D com 3D. Ao olhar como mais cuidado, uma surpresa: são únicas e perfeitas em cor e textura, além de uma  seus personagens possuirem forte expressão. Parecem ter saído de um filme, de tão bem iluminadas! Lindas!

Via. Dica do Sineval Almeida.

The fabric of the universe via backwards Bach.

If mathemusician Vi Hart — who for the past three years has been bringing whimsy to math with her mind-bending, playful, and illuminating stop-motion musical doodles — isn’t already your hero, she should be, and likely will be. (Cue in the GRAMMYs newly announced search for great music teachers.) In her latest gem, Hart uses music notation, a Möbius strip, and backwards Bach to explain space-time:

Music has two recognizable dimensions — one is time, and the other is pitch-space. … There [are] a few things to notice about written music: Firstly, that it is not music — you can’t listen to this. … It’s not music — it’s music notation, and you can only interpret it into the beautiful music it represents.

Also see Hart on the science of sound, frequency and pitch, and her blend of Victorian literature and higher mathematics to explain multiple dimensions.

For a decidedly less whimsical but enormously illuminating deeper dive, see these 7 essential books on time and watch Michio Kaku’s BBC documentary on the subject, then learn how to listen to music.

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A-MAH-zing Vega cosplay.

via deviantart.

I believe it was Bobby “Boris” Pickett who summed up Valentine’s Day best when he sang, “From my laboratory in the castle east/To the master bedroom where the vampires feast.” Or something like that. Anyway, Valentine’s Day is a terrible, awful, no good holiday that no one should ever actually look forward to — and yet, it’s been the theme of many great episodes of television, probably because TV writers have lots of date-less time to write them.

With February 14th, as presented by Olive Garden’s Quit Playing Games with Artichoke Heart special, right around the corner, today we look back at lessons learned about love, life, and other “l” words (lascivious?) in episodes that take place ON Valentine’s Day. To once again quote Pickett, “They did the monster mash.” Indeed.

As terrible as candy hearts may taste, they do give good advice.

(Via)

It’s best not to shout “LESBIAN” at friends, strangers, or otherwise…

(Via)

…no matter how badly you want it to happen.

(Via)

Take your partner to the greasiest, most overpriced, least tasty restaurant in town. They’ll love it.

(Via)

If you’re looking for a one-night-stand, your best bet is on February 13th, a.k.a. Desperation Day.

(Via)

Dead-inside advertising directors know everything there is to know about YOUTH.

(Via)

Valentine’s Day is the day for grand speeches, especially to woman who look like Rachel Bilson. It won’t fail.

(Via)

Instead of celebrating holidays (sorry Valentine’s Day, F*CK YOU THANKSGIVING) spend your time coming up with pun names for said holidays. Your family and/or romantic partners will understand.

(Via)

Take your date to New York’s hottest club, BOOOOOOOOOF. Located in an abandoned orphanage in the Lower East Side of Chelsea, this round-the-clock puke party is the creation of narcoleptic club owner Snoozan Lucci, and this place has everything: pugs, geezers, doo-wop groups, a wise old turtle that looks like Quincy Jones…and you’ll have your own When Harry Met Sally moment when you share a special kiss with Gizblow the Coked-Up Gremlin.

(Via)

YOU BEST NOT BE MESSING WITH ANOTHER PERSON’S GUY/GIRL.

(Via)

Valentine’s Day is a holiday created to sell cards and candies, and should be celebrated by no one.

(Via) (Via)

Changing “love” to “wuv” isn’t cute. It’s awful.

As awful as Ross.

(Via)

Love is as a powerful as a knife in the back. Actually, no, only a knife in the back feels like a knife in the back.

(Via)

Love spells should be avoided at all costs, as they will likely have some kind of ironic consequence.

(Via)

So THAT’S why they call it a urine monkey.

Also, record everything — you never know when you’ll need to see someone’s heart break over and over again.

The post So…You Like Stuff? 15 Life Lessons Learned In Valentine’s Day Episodes appeared first on UPROXX.

Leonardo DaVinci used to buy caged animals at the market just to set them free.

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“Success is the product of the severest kind of mental and physical application.”

It took Thomas Edison, born on this day in 1847, superhuman feats of biology to fuel his astoundingly ambitious to-do list. He reportedly slept a mere three to four hours at night, “regarding sleep as a waste of time, ‘a heritage from our cave days,’” as James Maas tells us in his 1997 productivity bestseller Power Sleep (public library). In fact, Edison is often accused of having forever disrupted our internal clocks with his invention of the lightbulb — some researchers go as far as estimating that artificial light has stripped modern life of 1-2 hours of sleep per night. David K. Randall writes in Dreamland: Adventures in the Strange Science of Sleep, one of the best science books of 2012:

Thanks to Edison, sunset no longer meant the end of your social life; instead, it marked the beginning of it.

[…]

Yet all of the artificial light in use around the world before Edison developed his lightbulb amounted to the brightness of a match compared to the lights of Times Square.

The Incandescing Electric Lamp, one of Edison's 1,093 inventions, was patented on October 30, 1883. His first functional incandescent electric lamp was successfully tested at his Menlo Park Lab on October 21, 1879, which marked the beginning of the electrical age.

Image: Henry Ford Foundation

Indeed, Edison had so much faith in the power of his invention to liberate people from the burden of sleep that he made some boldly outlandish causal inferences. In Sleep Thieves (public library), Stanley Coren quotes the inventor:

When I went through Switzerland in a motor-car, so that I could visit little towns and villages, I noted the effect of artificial light on the inhabitants. Where water power and electric light had been developed, everyone seemed normally intelligent. Where these appliances did not exist, and the natives went to bed with the chickens, staying there until daylight, they were far less intelligent.

So contemptuous was Edison’s attitude towards sleep that he wrote in 1921:

People will not only do what they like to do — they overdo it 100 per cent. Most people overeat 100 per cent, and oversleep 100 per cent, because they like it. That extra 100 per cent makes them unhealthy and inefficient. The person who sleeps eight or ten hours a night is never fully asleep and never fully awake — they have only different degrees of doze through the twenty-four hours. … For myself I never found need of more than four or five hours’ sleep in the twenty-four. I never dream. It’s real sleep. When by chance I have taken more I wake dull and indolent. We are always hearing people talk about ‘loss of sleep’ as a calamity. They better call it loss of time, vitality and opportunities. Just to satisfy my curiosity I have gone through files of the British Medical Journal and could not find a single case reported of anybody being hurt by loss of sleep. Insomnia is different entirely — but some people think they have insomnia if they can sleep only ten hours every night.

In hindsight, of course, his assertions were not only scientifically misguided but also rather hypocritical. We now know that sleep is essential to overcoming creative blocks, and it turns out, so did Edison. While he carried his lack of sleep as a kind of badge of honor, he had a duplicitous little secret: Power-napping. Not only were napping cots scattered throughout his property, from labs to libraries, but he was also frequently photographed sneaking his stealthy shut-eye in unusual locations.

Edison's office, with napping cot

Image: Mike Roush

The cot in Edison’s library

Image: Holly Korus

Thomas Edison taking a midday nap under a tree in the Blue Ridge Mountains (1921)

Image: Bettman/Corbis via TIME

Thomas Edison sleeping at his West Orange, New Jersey laboratory (1924)

Image: Henry Ford Foundation

Thomas Edison napping at the Ford Edison Camp in Hagerstown, Maryland, with President Warren Harding (right) and automobile tire magnate Harvey Firestone reading the newspapers in the background (1921)

Image: Edison-Ford Winter Estates Museum / Brian Bennett

'Tearing off a nap after 72 hours of continuous work' (1912)

Image: National Museum of Education

Edison used napping to counterbalance the intensity of his work. Most days, he took one or two brief naps — on his famous cots, outdoors in the grass, and even on a chair or stool if no better option was available. Per multiple first-hand accounts, he always awoke from his naps reinvigorated rather than groggy, ready to devour the rest of the day with full alertness and zest. Frank Lewis Dyer and Thomas Martin write of the West Orange laboratory in Edison: His Life And Inventions (public library):

As one is about to pass out of the library attention is arrested by an incongruity in the form of a cot, which stands in an alcove near the door. Here Edison, throwing himself down, sometimes seeks a short rest during specially long working hours. Sleep is practically instantaneous and profound, and he awakes in immediate and full possession of his faculties, arising from the cot and going directly “back to the job” without a moment’s hesitation…

Edison’s diary, which he kept only briefly while on vacation in the summer of 1885 and which was eventually published in 1971, reveals an even more conflicted and ambivalent relationship with sleep. On Sunday, July 12, he writes playfully, but in evident circadian distress:

Image: The Thomas Edison Papers at Rutgers

Awakened at 5:15 a.m. My eyes were embarrassed by the sunbeams. Turned my back to them and tried to take another dip into oblivion. Succeeded. Awakened at 7 a.m. Thought of Mina, Daisy, and Mamma G. Put all 3 in my mental kaleidoscope to obtain a new combination a la Galton. Took Mina as a basis, tried to improve her beauty by discarding and adding certain features borrowed from Daisy and Mamma G. A sort of Raphaelized beauty, got into it too deep, mind flew away and I went to sleep again.

Awakened at 8:15 a.m. … Arose at 9 o’clock, came down stairs expecting twas too late for breakfast. Twasn’t.

[…]

Had dinner at 3 p.m. Ruins of a chicken, rice pudding.

[…]

The sun has left us on time, am going to read from the Encyclopedia Britannica to steady my nerves and go to bed early. I will shut my eyes and imagine a terraced abyss, each terrace occupied by a beautiful maiden. To the first I will deliver my mind and they will pass it down down to the uttermost depths of silence and oblivion. Went to bed worked my imagination for a supply of maidens, only saw Mina, Daisy and Mamma [G]. Scheme busted. Sleep.

Image: The Thomas Edison Papers at Rutgers

On July 14, contradicting his contention that he never dreams, Edison notes:

In evening went out on sea wall. Noticed a strange phosphorescent light in the west, probably caused by a baby moon just going down Chinaward, thought at first the Aurora Borealis had moved out west. Went to bed early dreamed of a demon with eyes four hundred feet apart.

Then, on July 19:

Slept as sound as a bug in a barrel of morphine.

Image: The Thomas Edison Papers at Rutgers

Only July 21, another poetic vignette:

Slept splendidly — evidently I was inoculated with insomnic bactilli when a baby. Arose early, went out to flirt with the flowers.

One thing that becomes apparent from Edison’s habits and cognitive dissonance about sleep is his extreme compulsion for productivity. In fact, Dyer and Martin cite an anecdote in which Edison tells his friend Milton Adams:

I have got so much to do and life is so short, I am going to hustle.

And hustle he did. Writing in 1885, Sarah Knowles Bolton marvels at Edison’s remarkable work ethic:

Five feet ten inches high, with boyish but earnest face, light gray eyes, his dark hair slightly gray falling over his forehead, his hat tipped to the back of his head, as he goes ardently to his work, which has averaged eighteen hours a day for ten years, he is indeed a pleasant man to see.

You perceive he is not the man to be daunted by obstacles. When one of his inventions failed — a printing machine — he took five men into the loft of his factory, declaring he would never come down till it worked satisfactorily. For two days, and nights and twelve hours — sixty hours in all — he worked continuously without sleep, until he had conquered the difficulty; and then he slept for thirty hours.

He often works all night, thinking best, he says, when the rest of the world sleeps.

In the same fantastic 1901 tome that gave us Amelia E. Barr’s 9 rules for success, Orison Swett Marden sets out to discover the secret to Edison’s success, camping out in the vicinity of the inventor’s New Jersey laboratory for three weeks awaiting a chance to interview him. When he finally does, he is particularly interested in the inventor’s “untiring energy and phenomenal endurance” and asks 53-year-old Edison a number of questions about his daily routine, including his relationship with sleep:

‘Do you have regular hours, Mr. Edison?’ I asked.

‘Oh,’ he said, ‘I do not work hard now. I come to the laboratory about eight o’clock every day and go home to tea at six, and then I study or work on some problem until eleven, which is my hour for bed.’

‘Fourteen or fifteen hours a day can scarcely be called loafing,’ I suggested.

‘Well,’ he replied, ‘for fifteen years I have worked on an average of twenty hours a day.’

When he was forty-seven years old, he estimated his true age at eighty-two, since working only eight hours a day would have taken till that time.

Mr. Edison has sometimes worked sixty consecutive hours upon one problem. Then after a long sleep, he was perfectly refreshed and ready for another.

Still, Edison used much of the time others invested in sleep not merely for mindless sleeplessness but for building his networked knowledge and combinatorial creativity:

‘I’ve known Edison since he was a boy of fourteen,’ said another friend; ‘and of my own knowledge I can say he never spent an idle day in his life. Often, when he should have been asleep, I have known him to sit up half the night reading. He did not take to novels or wild Western adventures, but read works on mechanics, chemistry, and electricity; and he mastered them too. But in addition to his reading, which he could only indulge in at odd hours, he carefully cultivated his wonderful powers of observation, till at length, when he was not actually asleep, it may be said he was learning all the time.’

Marden proceeds to inquire about Edison’s legendary work ethic, producing an anecdote you might recall from the timelessly fantastic How To Avoid Work and affirming the recurring theme of focused persistence as the key to success:

‘You lay down rather severe rules for one who wishes to succeed in life,’ I ventured, ‘working eighteen hours a day.’

‘Not at all,’ he said. ‘You do something all day long, don’t you? Every one does. If you get up at seven o’clock and go to bed at eleven, you have put in sixteen good hours, and it is certain with most men, that they have been doing something all the time. They have been either walking, or reading, or writing, or thinking. The only trouble is that they do it about a great many things and I do it about one. If they took the time in question and applied it in one direction, to one object, they would succeed. Success is sure to follow such application. The trouble lies in the fact that people do not have an object, one thing, to which they stick, letting all else go. Success is the product of the severest kind of mental and physical application.’

Complement with the science of internal time and how dreaming regulates depression.

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Here’s another one of these because we are hooked on comics.

If whether or not you want to see more of something is the true measurement of quality, this piece has quality to spare.

source: deviantART

Fringe, Scrubs, The Office, Community.

Essas são séries famosas que você com certeza assiste ou assistiu em algum momento. A muitas séries é conferida a honra de um longa-metragem, que acaba solidificando para sempre o sucesso da série, como Arquivo X e Sex and the City (embora eu nunca tenha visto o filme ou a série, uma série que gera um filme tão longo quanto Titanic deve ser agradável a alguém). Muitas séries antigas foram transformadas em filmes recentemente como Esquadrão Classe A, Os Gatões, As Panteras e Starsky & Hutch. E até mesmo séries brasileiras tem seus filmes, como Os Normais.

Mas hoje quero falar do sentido oposto.

Existem muitos filmes que viraram séries, alguns vingaram outros não, mas a maioria é bem vista pelos telespectadores e resistiram bem ao tempo e às vezes ao material original.

O primeiro que me vem em mente é M*A*S*H, uma série sobre a guerra da Coreia, baseada no filme homônimo. Eu assisti o filme e achei o máximo, mas a série nunca vi, embora tenha curiosidade. Outro título que garantiu espaço nas telinhas semanalmente foi Buffy – A Caça-Vampiros. O filme Buffy era um pastelão deliberado que tirava o maior sarro de filmes do gênero. Quando foi levado às telinhas, o clima foi alterado de pastelão para dramático com pitadas de comédia. E funcionou tão bem que durou por 7 temporadas e rendeu uma série spin-off: Angel.

Agora eu pergunto, não existem certos filmes que demoraram a serem transformados em séries? Estou falando, especificamente, de MiB. Originalmente um quadrinho da Malibu Comics, que não tem nada a ver com o filme, esse filme de ação misturada com comédia e ficção científica de alto grau rendeu duas sequências, uma série animada e alguns jogos fracos. Tenho certeza de que muitos assistiram a série e adoraram.

Agora, eu não vejo porque não fazer uma série de MiB, visto as infinitas possibilidades que os filmes trazem. Ele tem de tudo um pouco, comédia, ação, ficção científica e até mesmo um pouco de sentimento e drama. Claro que os personagens centrais não poderiam ser Kay e Jay já que eles ficaram imortalizados por Tommy Lee Jones e Will Smith. E eles são agentes veteranos que cuidam de grandes problemas, enquanto a série poderia ver outras coisas, menos importantes ou até mesmo simplesmente de outros agentes, no mesmo nível de importância.

Imagine, se puder, uma versão de MiB de The Office. Eu pessoalmente nunca achei a menor graça em The Office, mas a maioria dos meus amigos riem histericamente quando assistem, então eu estou jogando um ossinho pra esses amigos. Quem não ia adorar ver aquelas conversas bobas sobre escritório e vida dia-a-dia só que na MiB? Não tem como não ser engraçado. Temos tantos problemas “cotidianos” nesse cenário que creio que até mesmo eu gostaria desse formato de série.

Agora vamos pra ficção científica. Imagine um MiB como Fringe, com alienígenas escondidos entre nós, seguindo agentes novatos que estão começando a descobrir as milhares de camadas da agência e do universo enquanto descobrem conspirações, viagem no tempo e no espaço e ao mesmo tempo lutam contra forças impossíveis e mistérios. Eu com certeza assistir um MiB no estilo de Fringe, sem dúvida.

Podemos também imaginar uma comédia no estilo Scrubs, onde acompanhamos agentes que ainda estão sendo preparados para atuarem no campo ou até mesmo trabalham diariamente apenas dentro da agência, cuidando da alfândega e de coisas corriqueiras, como o café, que provavelmente seria um grande problema visto que as minhocas estão sempre bebendo café aos galões. Eu pessoalmente não sou um fã ávido de Scrubs e não sei se me empolgaria para ver uma série de MiB assim, mas mesmo assim, renderia boas risadas, com certeza.

Podemos também imaginar uma série com uma veia mais de ação, com agentes que correm atrás de alienígenas constantemente, enfrentando terroristas, criminosos e imigrantes ilegais (tem tantos níveis para isso que não dá pra explicar) enquanto mantém o segredo. Seria uma coisa bem rude e cheia de cenas de ação.

Levando em consideração que os efeitos especiais dos três filmes nem são tão fortes assim, visto que a maioria dos alienígenas são pessoas descaradamente maquiadas de forma bizarra e apenas os grandes vilões são feitos em computador, não seria um gasto tão absurdo produzir uma série de MiB. A trama poderia seguir qualquer gênero acima mencionado ou até mesmo outros não mencionados, como horror ou até mesmo algo mais thriller.

O ponto é, Columbia, já passou a hora de fazer uma série live-action de MiB. Por favor.

Até a próxima amiguinhos. Ainda não sei qual será a próxima série que gostaria de ver nas telinhas, mas por enquanto meus pensamentos de desejo vão para MiB.

Se você concorda com o autor, deixe um comentário. Se você acha que ele está falando bobagem, deixe um comentário.

Rather than a normal TV GIFs of the Week, I’m dedicating this week’s post to a single Tumblr, Head Like an Orange, that makes high-definition GIFS of scenes from animal documentaries. They’re amazing. Look at the clarity of those lions attacking that other lion — YOU CAN ALMOST SEE THE BLOOD (that’s about to happen).

If you’ve ever wondered what it looks like when one ladybug humps another ladybug, click on.

The post Behold The Power, Horror Of Nature: 25 Amazing Hi-Def Animal Documentary GIFs appeared first on UPROXX.

Abaité, vem do tupi e significa “gente ruim”, o que é uma boa designação para um bando de homens que invade seus territórios dentro da mata, destrói suas casas, mata seus protetores e escraviza sua gente. Assim como fazia o grupo de Bandeirantes liderados pelo Capitão Dias, em meados do século XVI. Toda a matança e escravidão ia bem, até que quase todos os expedicionários são dizimados, sobrando apenas sete, perdidos em meio a floresta, lutando contra a natureza, o desconhecido e até entre eles mesmos para sobreviver.

Essa é a premissa da graphic novel “Abaité: Bandeirantes”, do roteirista Richard Dantas e do desenhista Leonardo Furtado, misturando um pouco da história suja do Brasil com elementos fictícios, contendo toda violência e crueldade que realmente havia na época das incursões dos desbravadores. Também é possível dar uma conferida no traço muito legal do Leo Furtado pela página de Abaité: Bandeirantes no Facebook.

A dupla ganhou com seu projeto o Concurso de Apoio a Projetos Culturais Independentes de Santos, entretanto, com a verba recebida pelo prêmio eles poderiam produzir um album pequeno, de cerca de 40 páginas, perdendo e muito espaço para detalhar a trama. Por isso, resolveram entrar no Catarse para adquirir mais fundos e criar uma graphic com mais páginas e melhor qualidade editorial. A meta é de R$ 4.500,00 e vai até dia 21 de Março, o projeto já está todo ilustrado, estando agora na fase de arte-final. Não seja você também um abaité, você pode ajudar a graphic a virar realidade clicando aqui e contribuindo o quanto antes.

 

Em minha defesa eu preciso dizer que fui pego de surpresa.

Era uma viagem de reconciliação, sabe? Eu tinha pisado na bola, ela tinha sido muito dura, passamos uns dias sem se falar. Eu telefonei primeiro, ela me ignorou, eu tive que telefonar de novo, mandei mensagens. Ela não queria me ver, eu tive que telefonar pra uma amiga, descobri que não era tão minha amiga. Tive que esperar na porta da casa dela, levei flores, estava chovendo, elas chegaram amassadas. Ela demorou pra voltar e eu peguei no sono na porta, só acordei com ela tentando entrar sem eu perceber.

Me convidei pra entrar e nós conversamos. Era um namoro longo, daqueles de colégio, e ela disse que não achava que eu soubesse o que eu queria, que eu não tinha planos pra gente. Eu disse que era verdade que eu não sabia o que eu queria, era verdade que eu não tinha planos, mas eu sabia que eu não queria ficar sem ela e todos os meus planos ainda não existentes contavam com ela pra acontecer. Discutimos um pouco. Ela chorou, eu chorei. Acho que tudo só deu certo porque ela tinha bebido.

No outro dia decidi faltar ao trabalho pra gente ter mais tempo junto, ela estava de férias. Falei sobre uma viagem de final de semana e ela topou. Disse que a cabana na fazenda do pai dela estava vazia, seria legal, um final de semana pra nós dois. Pedi uma hora pra passar em casa e preparar uma mochila, ela disse que ficava pronta em vinte minutos. Quando cheguei ela já me esperava no carro e foi bom ver aquela garota sorrindo pra mim de novo.

Chegamos lá e a sexta foi ótima. Era calmo, tranqüilo e ela parecia feliz. Dormíamos o dia todo, víamos bobagens na televisão velha da sala, levamos comida e ficamos cozinhando sanduíches e macarrão. Acordei sábado de manhã e ela me levou café na cama. Eu achei que tudo estava indo muito bem.

Sábado a tarde a gente fez uma caminhada e ela disse que queria ter um papo sério comigo. Eu estava contabilizando mentalmente qualquer vacilo que eu pudesse ter dado, qualquer besteira que eu pudesse ter dito, e ela percebeu. Me disse que não, que era algo sobre ela que eu precisava saber, se nós íamos mesmo ficar juntos, se ia mesmo ser sério, se ia ser diferente. Eu tive dificuldades pra imaginar alguma coisa sobre ela que eu não conhecesse depois de oito anos de namoro, mas ela falou que no dia seguinte eu iria saber. Voltamos pra cabana, ela dormiu logo, eu demorei pra pegar no sono.

Tive um pesadelo e acordei de madrugada. Aproveitei pra ir ao banheiro e notei que ela não estava na cama. Olhei na sala, também não. Ouvi um barulho vindo do lado de fora, tudo escuro. Lembrei que no armário da cozinha tinha uma pá, corri pra lá. Peguei e fui andando até a porta da frente, que estava aberta. E foi aí que aconteceu.

Como eu disse, eu fui pego de surpresa. Ouvi uma voz, vi minha namorada de relance, balancei a pá e antes que eu pudesse gritar “Sara!”  já tinha batido na cabeça do bicho, que caiu morto ali mesmo. Eu sei que parece meio brutal, mas não imagino ninguém que faria diferente se visse um cavalo falante chamando a sua namorada de “princesa”. Ela chorou, tirou a pá das minhas mãos, disse que eu era um monstro.

Na manhã seguinte ela foi embora. Agora não atende mais meus telefonemas e nem responde as minhas mensagens. Maldito cavalo.

In December of 2012, shortly after his wife passed away at the NewYork–Presbyterian Hospital, a local gentleman was sent a touching, eloquent letter of condolence in the mail by the doctor who had treated her in the emergency room. Such a lovely gesture, and I imagine an incredibly comforting note to receive at such a difficult time. It can be read below.

Transcript follows.

(Source: The couple's child, mcharb13, via Joanne.)



Transcript

12/7/12

Dear Mr. [redacted],

I am the Emergency Medicine physician who treated your wife Mrs. [redacted] last Sunday in the Emergency Department at the New York Presbyterian Hospital. I learned only yesterday about her passing away and wanted to write to you to express my sadness. In my twenty years as a doctor in the Emergency Room, I have never written to a patient or a family member, as our encounters are typically hurried and do not always allow for more personal interaction. However, in your case, I felt a special connection to your wife [redacted] who was so engaging and cheerful in spite of her illness and trouble breathing. I was also touched by the fact that you seemed to be a very loving couple. You were highly supportive of her, asking the right questions with calm, care and concern. From my experience as a physician, I find that the love and support of a spouse or a family member is the most soothing gift, bringing peace and serenity to those critically ill.

I am sorry for your loss and I hope you can find comfort in the memory of your wife's great spirit and of your loving bond. My heartfelt condolences go out to you and your family.

(Signed)

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Harvey Weinstein wanted to edit Princess Mononoke to make it more marketable. Its director, Miyazaki, sent Weinstein a katana with a message stating “No cuts.”

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