Come saggiamente disse Alessandro R., mio tutor nel laboratorio di programmazione, “Un’ora si lavora e sette si passano su youtube”. Bene, per applicarmi in questo non ho fatto così tanti sforzi poichè già ero un drogato di video cretini.
L’altro giorno sono incappato in un video di un utente, willwoosh: I-D-O-L-O! Veramente, credo di piegarmi dal ridere ad ogni suo video che fa, non solo perchè sono fatti veramente bene e perchè lui fa tutte le parti nei suoi sketch, ma anche perchè dice delle cose assolutamente vere! Quello che io magari scrivo sul blog, lui lo rende con il video. Le parole purtroppo non bastano a rendere l’idea, ecco perchè metto qui sotto il suo ultimo video e, per chi fosse interessato, basta solo visitare la sua pagina di youtube qui.
Have fun! More to come.
The maialin didn’t capisc very ben quel that was accading. A big white light circonded him… and he vid… quand his mam vended his utero to a band of cattiv mans che faced some strange experiments on the maialins. He vid himself used by them that, with a gigant sirings, iniettet in him a green liquid… and he capid… he was special, different… he was gay… no no, he wasn’t gay… he was… a super maialin, a LEGENDARY MAIALIN!!
At one trat he ricorded his super fighis powers: the maialin vision (the extreme capacity to see all the person in a maialin costume), the super ultra figus capacity to diventar a tampax (util with the maialines), the extra strong force and the capacity to fly.
Quind, the maialin parted and went to the airport. But his viagg wasn’t so facil! Quand was sedut on the plane, he vid a strange cosa: one big brutt man with a big turbant on his head and a face da very cattiv, ma proprio cattiv man! Maialin was scared. He pensed that the brutt man was a terrorist and allor inizied to sudar fred. Cas vuol che the brutt man si sieded di fianc to him. Maialin was ancor more spavented! Now he could anch a sentir his fetor and his puzz of terrorist, a puzz that nobody can immagin, the puz of “eau de toilette n°5”.
The plane parted, and Maialin was more and more spavented. At un cert point the brutt man tired out a big scatola from his zain. Maialin thinked it was a bomb and inizied to cry. Vedend quest, the brutt man diced him, with his brutt ma propry brutt voice, that fa spaventar tutt the world: “Hey, Maialin, svelg, svegl! We are arrived!”. Maialin didn’t capisc immediately, but poi realized: it was only a dream! “Stupid Maialin that I am, you’re not a brutt terrorist man, you’re only a part of my immagination!”. But Maialin wasn’t right. In fact the brutt man was prending around him and was a real terrorist and… BOOOM! The bomb esploded!