"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in .com.fr, we shall fight on the web and on usenet, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Internet, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the servers, we shall fight on port 443, we shall fight in the VPNs and on P2P, we shall fight in the darknets; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Internet or a large part of it were subjugated and censored, then our digital Anarchy beyond the web, armed and guarded by ThePirateBay fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in good time, the New Internet, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old."
23 February 2009
06 February 2009
I have to say, I really hate you. You keep shattering my little dreams of suburban happiness, my little delusions of American Dream; you keep poking your nosey finger at my fears, my neuroses, my false hopes... and for what? For a few bucks more? A few awards more? Didn't you get enough of those with American Beauty and whatnot? No, you had to come back here, you clever bastard, ruining our little and insignificant lives just so that you can keep happy your coke dealer. And this time even with good actors! You really have some gall, I tell you.
Well, I have to say your Revolutionary Road really is "working the magic" (even though the plot is slightly predictable, but we got to expect that from you). I hope you are happy.
Now take those big bags of money and get the f**k off my lawn. I'm still paying for it, y'know.
02 February 2009
... like all writers, he judged others on their works while expecting to be judged entirely on his unexpressed feelings and plans.
Thanks a lot for all the wishes and messages! They were all lovely.
I must absolutely report the most "pythonesque" one I got from (obviously) Giulio:
Welcome into the 30s or, if you want, your '3.0' version. How incompatible do you feel from yesterday?
Chapeau, my friend.