Office Space: Meeting With the Bobs

Sorry, the previous clip was no longer available, as James pointed out. I found almost the same one also on You Tube...

My movies: Office Space

Ok, I don't think Office Space will be among the best films in history, but I sure had a great time watching it. Not that I can relate to this tiny bit, noooo.... ;-)

1-I've been either too busy or too lazy to blog. I'm still busy AND lazy, but here comes my latest nonsense.
People in this part of the world are debating weather it's permissible to burn the picture of our king in public. Well, not exactly debating... it all started in a peaceful demonstration of a bunch of students where I live. To show their opposition to our country having a king, they burned a big picture of him. The most conservative people in Spain were instantly outraged. Actually, it's illegal to burn the pics of king and/or his family, which I think is kind of stupid, but... Anyway, one of the students was identified, arrested and later released but the case is not closed. He'll probably have to pay a huge fine or even go to prison, who knows. BUT that sparked some more people to burn more pics king and queen. Young and old, people gathered at a popular spot in our hometown to burn the pictures chanting phrases against our country having monarchs. But it's illegal. Just like burning the Spanish flag. Not the Catalan flag, or the Andalusian one, that can be burned without facing prison. Isn't that kind of contradictory? Where I live, many people just feel they don't belong to Spain. In other parts of Spain, actually they feel we (Catalans) don't belong to Spain, and call us funny names. They say we're "polish" (from Poland) probably because it's the farthest people they could think of. Sometimes I think it would be best to just delete history. Wouldn't people get along better without a nasty past?
2-I was talking to a friend of mine who complains her boyfriend doesn't talk much. She needs to talk, and express her feelings, he doesn't. Is that a common male trait?? Do we, women, need more talking than men?... I think so. And some men just have this habit of NOT giving a hint of how they feel. Trying to make small talk with my husband, just to give you an example, can be exhausting sometimes.
His idea of chatting is talking about the huge hole they found in Mars. Which happens to be the size of a football/soccer field (according to him, which gives him the excuse to talk about his favorite sport).
3-We stayed at my mother's home last night and she read my girls a bedtime story. And she was horrified. She started with Hansel and Gretel, which is cruel and scary. So she moved to Snow White, which is not much better, and kept trying to find a "nice" one, where parents don't abandon children in forests, or eat children, or wash clothes in the river (which is absolutely strange to them), or just without wicked stepmothers or envious sisters, but couldn't find one among the classics. The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Blue Beard, all those stories, apparently, were first told to adults, in times of famine and disease, but somehow, they were passed to children...
4-So much talking about food at James' place has compelled me to post a picture of our dinner last night:
sardines with olive oil, Modena vinegar and bread with tomato spread...

PD: Feel free to print my post and burn it if you like, I won't be offended. ;-)

My husband swears he never puts any clothes WITH plastic in the drying machine...



The evidence, your honor.... (a bib)
Do you think I'd get a divorce? ;-)

PD: Cristina is having tantrum after tantrum. And not the Gandhi ones, more like... what Bush's tantrums might look like (although I hate the comparisson). Is this because school starts tomorrow???? I could always offer a deal in my divorce case: he gets Cristina, I get Alicia ;-)
he he...

My brother is a photographer. He was taking pictures of a newly wed couple and as the three of them were walking, they found this:

He told me the bride didn't run away ;-)

We had a good, busy weekend. Instead of following our usual routine (hubby's parents on saturday, my parents on sunday) we went to a small town in the mountains, played by the river... and the next day spent the morning in this tiny tiny place by the sea. There's no more than ten houses, I think... About our first visit, Alicia's concept of borders is quite unclear, because she said she prefers "this country" to our place...