tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post6739943148546811672..comments2023-11-03T22:34:56.656+09:00Comments on I'm no Picasso: 놀고 싶다.I'm no Picassohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-1538940894889156802011-05-28T19:01:58.080+09:002011-05-28T19:01:58.080+09:00Hahaha I loved this post, especially the "I&#...Hahaha I loved this post, especially the "I'm looking at you Canadians" part. Because I am Canadian. And this weather is the fucking absolute warmest bestest summer day that we could ever hope for in our pretty much 2 month long summer! So I actually feel like, omg why do I even need clothing. I feel it's a crime against nature to wear pants, and shoes in the glory of such heat! If it gets hotter though, which I know it will, I think I may die. But damn will I die happy! I love warm weather <3<br />Anyways I hope you enjoy your well deserved lounging in underwear ME time!Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00027638879679067898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-69444991914233670912011-05-26T14:12:12.177+09:002011-05-26T14:12:12.177+09:00I'm from Texas, so I kind of lean toward the o...I'm from Texas, so I kind of lean toward the other end of the spectrum, to be honest. <br /><br />Onewordonelie: I strongly recommend starting with Stealing Beauty. It's kind of a gentle introduction. The Dreamers is the best. For about a million reasons. But if I start friends off on that film, not only do they tend to view me in a completely different light after watching it, knowing that it's my favorite, and they usually never go near Bertolucci again.I'm no Picassohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06516337555349888808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-36635633000610555682011-05-26T13:32:38.387+09:002011-05-26T13:32:38.387+09:00I loved this post, for whatever reason. While I...I loved this post, for whatever reason. While I'm sad to admit that I've never watched a Berolucci (had to IMDb him, he looks promising), I'm sorely tempted to mimic your idea... Sounds like a fabulous way to spend an afternoon.<br /><br />Your comment on the weather makes me think of where I live, only vice versa. I previously lived somewhere that, on occasion, you could toss out water and watch it shatter once it hit the ground; it froze that fast. So, where I live now, people telling me it's cold when you can just barely see mist when you speak, causes me to give them baleful looks. Hahaha.onewordoneliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05497323414675782071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21444271.post-14221585593032364772011-05-25T12:58:57.028+09:002011-05-25T12:58:57.028+09:00"I'm looking at you Canadians" Bahah..."I'm looking at you Canadians" Bahaha, this is so me, because as soon as the mercury hits 25 C my skin starts to melt off my body and I bitch and moan and whine about how fucking hot it is and how my students keep turning off the air con! But in the part of Canada I'm from it gets to -50 in the winter and if we have a summer of 20 Celsius weather it's like bliss! Anything hotter and it's just too fucking much!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com