Me and my mates on theatre :)

Get Stupid

Madonna took off with her “Sticky & Sweet” tour in Cardiff, England on August 25 and last September 14 she performed in Lisbon.

During an interlude in the concert (AKA, costume change), a pre-fab video is shown, juxtaposing images of Hitler and others of his like to images of The World As We Know It (Global Warming, Global War, Famine, Intensified animal brutality for the gain of faster food consumption and other human malaise). Included in the Hitler-like ilk is a photo of John McCain, apparently suggesting (by the Conservative Right) that he is as bad as Hitler.

What I see when I watch this is that there are two choices that can be made: continue running with Dictatorships and we’re fucked. Run with people who really want to make a change for the betterment of humanity, and we have a chance. What do you think?

That I would be good...

That I would be good even if I did nothing
That I would be good even if I got the thumbs down
That I would be good if I got and stayed sick
That I would be good even if I gained ten pounds

That I would be fine even even if I went bankrupt
That I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth
That I would be great if I was no longer queen
That I would be grand if I was not all knowing

That I would be loved even when I numb myself
That I would be good even when I am overwhelmed
That I would be loved even when I was fuming
That I would be good even if I was clingy

That I would be good even if I lost sanity
That I would be good
Whether with or without you...

- Alanis Morissette

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

You let other women make a fool of you.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

You're sittin down and wonderin what it's all about.
If you ain't got no money, they will put you out.
why don't you do right,
like some other men do?

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Now if you had prepared 20 years ago.
You wouldn't be a wanderin now from door to door.
Why don't you do right,
like some other men do?

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Get out of here,
get me some money too.

Why don't you do right, like some other men do?

Hanky Panky :)

Sooner Or Later...

Sooner or later you're gonna be mine,
Sooner or later you're gonna be fine.
Baby, it's time that you face it,
I always get my man.

Sooner or later you're gonna decide,
Sooner or later there's nowhere to hide.
Baby, it's time, so why waste it in chatter?
Let's settle the matter.

Baby, you're mine on a platter,
I always get my man.

But if you insist, babe, the challenge delights me.
The more you resist, babe, the more it excites me.
And no one I've kissed, babe, ever fights me again.
If you're on my list, it's just a question of when.

When I get a yen, then baby, Amen.
I'm counting to ten, and then ...

I'm gonna love you like nothing you've known,
I'm gonna love you, and you all alone.
Sooner is better than later but lover,
I'll hover, I'll plan.

This time I'm not only getting, I'm holding my man.

- Madonna

What if God was one of us...?

If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home

If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets

And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome

And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome...


- Joan Osbourne

Do you take this woman do be your wedded wife?

Preacher: Do you take this woman do be your wedded wife?
Betelgeuse: [Runs off to the side mumbling to himself] Oh man, I don't know, it's kind of a big decision isn't it... I always said if I ever did it, I was gonna do it once and that was it...
Betelgeuse: [Runs back to the altar and stands next to Lydia] Yeah, yeah, sure, right.
...
Betelgeuse: [to Lydia, about the owner of the finger he pulled out of a wedding ring] Don't worry, she doesn't mean anything to me.

- Beetle Juice

I know it’ll never work, and you know it’ll never work, but what I’m asking is just to see if we’re wrong.

Dewey goes onto a porch, carrying a book. Gale is there, she point to Sidney and Cherokee.

Sidney-Come on, Cherokee!
Dewey-Yeah, she’s doing great. Look. [He has a copy of Gale’s book, The Woodsboro Murders.]
Gale-What are you doing with that?
Dewey-Will you sign it for me, Gale?
Gale-You hate that book! Besides, I’m done with that kind of reporting.
Dewey-For me. Will you sign it for me?
Gale-You’re a nut! [She takes the book and opens it to reveal an engagement ring. She looks at Dewey]
Dewey-Will you?
Gale-Dewey!
Dewey-I know it’ll never work, and you know it’ll never work, but what I’m asking is just to see if we’re wrong. We don’t know everything, Gale. Well, you think you do. [They laugh]
Gale-You’re a brave man, Dewey Riley.
Dewey-I’m really scared right now.

Gale kisses him. She puts on the ring

- Scream 3

Limitations Always Make for Happiness

We are happy in proportion as our range of vision, our sphere of work, our points of contact with the world, are restricted and circumscribed. We are more likely to feel worried and anxious if these limits are wide; for it means that our cares, desires and terrors are increased and intensified. That is why the blind are not so unhappy as we might be inclined to suppose; otherwise there would not be that gentle and almost serene expression of peace in their faces.
Another reason why limitation makes for happiness is that the second half of life proves even more dreary that the first. As the years wear on, the horizon of our aims and our points of contact with the world become more extended. In childhood our horizon is limited to the narrowest sphere about us; in youth there is already a very considerable widening of our view; in manhood it comprises the whole range of our activity, often stretching out over a very distant sphere, the care, for instance, of a State or a nation; in old age it embraces posterity.

But even in the affairs of the intellect, limitation is necessary if we are to be happy. For the less the will is excited, the less we suffer. We have seen that suffering is something positive, and that happiness is only a negative condition. To limit the sphere of outward activity is to relieve the will of external stimulus: to limit the sphere of our intellectual efforts is to relieve the will of internal sources of excitement. This latter kind of limitation is attended by the disadvantage that it opens the door to boredom, which is a direct source of countless sufferings; for to banish boredom, a man will have recourse to any means that may be handy - dissipation, society, extravagance, gaming, and drinking, and the like, which in their turn bring mischief, ruin and misery in their train. It is difficult to keep quiet if you have nothing to do. That limitation in the sphere of outward activity is conducive, nay, even necessary to human happiness, such as it is, may be seen in the fact that the only kind of poetry which depicts men in a happy state of life - Idyllic poetry, I mean - always aims, as an intrinsic part of its treatment, at representing them in very simple and restricted circumstances. It is this feeling, too, which is at the bottom of the
pleasure we take in what are called genre pictures.
Simplicity, therefore, as far as it can be attained, and even monotony, in our manner of life, if it does not mean that we are bored, will contribute to happiness; just because, under such circumstances, life, and consequently the burden which is the essential concomitant of life, will be least felt. Our existence will glide on peacefully like a stream which no waves or whirlpools disturb.

- Arthur Schopenhauer, in 'Aphorisms for the Wisdom of Life'