90: Doubleglory
“The light that shines twice as bright burns half as long,” but can you live with that—half as long?
“The light that shines twice as bright burns half as long,” but can you live with that—half as long?
The spirit of the day is defined by a shitty internet connection to the unending toxic wastes of the World Wide Web.
Cars should decay much faster, maybe designers could make'em rot in only a couple of winters—there are far too many of them, everywhere.
The day you stopped believing in UFOs—what a sad day!
Some people have this imaginary superhero friend called God.
Comprehension of how slimy human hands are remains entirely elusive until proudly owning a shiny iPhone.
Bad advertising is more poisonous than bad food.
Life is short, but it can be made to seem longer—by either infinite boredom or atrocious suffering.
When extremely tired, the biped position in public places should be entirely optional.
For every slaughtered animal a random car from the streets should be crushed and destroyed.
A tubelog is a long, tall web page on which a person called tubelogger pastes a YouTube video every now and then.
Humankind's messiest inventions are the gun powder and the paper wrapped butter, not necessarily in this order.
We do not always like the things we admire—what we really enjoy, though, are things that we don't admire at all.
The sudden urge to quickly read an old copy of a cheap pulp fiction book.
Music passing right through the skin just like a nicotine patch.
A strong belief in evolutionism and a strong financial system tend to become mutually exclusive.
Life is about collecting scars, yet this scar-collecting habit is what gets us killed.
Beware of a cat with a plan.
Do they avoid the major and the meaningful — while closely focusing on the small and the irrelevant — by instinct or by training?
Autumn is as romantic as cutting wrists: every day feels cold, messy and drained — like bleeding.
After using Apple's iPhone any other phone looks like a piece of Klingon design.
Talking about God makes people seem idiotic the same way ketchup makes the finest cuisine taste like fast food.
Feeling a sudden compulsion to sneeze while chewing a mouthful of food is bad and can lead to something massively unattractive, especially in a restaurant.
It happens what it always happened: got stuck with this young picture of ourselves in mind and now we begin suspecting the truth.
Masturbation is — arguably — a much saner activity than watching TV.
The minute they start loving you is the same fucking minute you stop craving them.
There are three themes in rock/pop music:
1. I kick ass, I'm so surreally awesome;
2. I better die right now, I feel so miserable;
3. let's fuck ASAP, my hormones are squirming!
If the text on the package is written in Japanese — buy the stuff! — it must be good.
The advertising planner is the smartest incompetent in the room.
Photographer's secret — keep moving then stop and keep waiting.
Watch a circus number during a 5AM TV show to see to what whooping extent life can prove freaking incomprehensible.
The average animals doctor has better people skills than the average people doctor.
On TV people fuck, kill or get killed.
Love it's all sexy and golden — but then they fucking crave to speak.
“When I paint and start to think it all goes to hell,” Cézanne said — so — to think or not to think, that is the fucking question.
May God's name be glorified for finally giving us the idea of celebrity-free magazines.
Under my window, a calm yet merciless beast of an old lady beats the shit out of her beast of a stupid dalmatian dog.
The elaborated anxiety caused by anticipation of sex is better than sex itself, by far.
"The good old days" are always old, "the golden age" is always over.
Seen from the office window yesterday: an old woman dropped her cloth bag and bright yellow apples rolled along the bicycle track marked on the sidewalk with bright yellow lines.
Flip through an art book while listening to your favorite music and sipping an exquisitely prepared espresso on a sunny Saturday morning.
Falling asleep during The Empire Strikes Back, you become fully aware that you're an old fart.
Some people are capable of running for years — give them a finish line and a prize: they'll quit or die.
Some are desperately trying to have kids while some are desperately trying no to.
Some of the voices you hear are coming from the neighbors' TV, but the rest of them are coming from inside the soft core of your skull.
They're still pronouncing design instead of web design.
Not nearly enough exhibitionists for all the voyeur legions.
Check if you’re still young: does a blue LED make you happy?
Children are as merciless as beasts, yet far more imaginative — there is no crime nor torture that's not derived from the games children play.
Perfect guys exposing their gorgeous women.
Learning the art of procrastination takes a lot of pain.
The Monday morning sadness of having no new e-mail.
As a second thought, maybe there's room for a third eau de cologne fragrance, called “I think I may be Jesus”, smelling of desert sand, wine and salty blood.
When you buy a new portable you should ask yourself the following question —Do I need a sticker-laptop or a non-sticker-laptop?
Why do those TV morons feel the need to replay again and again the scene where the hidden crocodile pops up and catches the unsuspecting herbivore — is it a metaphor of broadcaster–viewer relationship or why the obsession?
Watching movies on mute, watching news on mute, watching music videos on mute, watching everything on mute.
A pompous proposition, composition or even exhibition.
Disappointed, a beggar skeptically digs a bunch of blue European Union flags out of a dumpster.
Can these one-liners about life be called one-lifers?
Closmos = close cosmos; closmic, closmonaut.
Kick back, have some Porto — fuck, be late!
Lack of pleonastic love, lack of ultimate meaning, lack of majestic resolution — have to love Antonioni, baby.
All eau de cologne should come in one of the following two fragrances: “Gorgeous slut” and “Bad motherfucker”.
The future of mankind is driven by advertising; the future of mankind sucks.
Tell apart the articulate incompetent from the inarticulate competent.
Radio would become a wonderful invention again by firing the blabbering morons and employing mute DJs and taciturn newsguys.
The mere existence of Police as a force shows how seriously fucked-up genes this species has in its pool.
Morons are uglier than most people; morons stick with ugly people.
And the difference between reoccurring mistakes and second chances is...?
Murder-inspired toys for children are socially acceptable (guns, knifes, swords, arrows etc), yet sex-inspired toys are not.
“Everybody, everybody wants to be a cat!”
Morning in the park: rough and heavy grannies crushing young descendants into submission.
The probability that a fat guy dressed in white nylon sportswear and Puma shoes will spit on the sidewalk is well above 90%.
For a brief moment something reminds me of happiness — then I forget what it was.
I fucking hate winter: vitriolic wind and Christmas over-benevolent hysteria freak me out.
Flash websites are a necessary foul: they entertain the children and the unemployed.
The funny word of the day is “pipoca” — it means “popcorn” in Portuguese and I need to use it, somehow: maybe I’ll secretly name someone Pipoca today.
If history doesn't kill you, then mother nature will: no survivors are allowed.
The difference between Japanese and American photographic art equals the difference between cats and dogs.
I hate waking up even more than I hate going to bed, what a terrible waste of life!
A bunch of outstanding morons with contaminated hairdos are talking football on TV.
Design-wise white is far more forgiving than black: black is for the rich and the maniacs.
It doesn't matter how many coffees you drink—it only matters how much caffeine you have in the blood.
Out of all known mushrooms, the house cat is the most curious species.
“Don't try this at home,” they say; it means “get a hotel room.”