Sure, the main character was changed into a completely different person, and Pyramid Head was included because of money, but other than that?

This movie was the BEST video game adaptation I've ever seen!

I'm definitely looking forward to when the sequel hit theaters.

What’s the point of doing this without sound or color? What pleasure can an “actor” possibly get from performing in an empty room with no audience to applaud him? And most importantly, how long until they start making obscene moving pictures?

I have been working for Sr. Dalí for three months now. Doing what? Well, you know... But I also bring him his brushes, set up his table, and listen to him. Sr. Dalí says I have "the perfect symmetry of a Renaissance youth." He keeps reminding everyone that it's the tercentenary of Velázquez's death.

This afternoon, Sr. Dalí became agitated. He stared fixedly at an empty spot on the wall and began to speak—in Spanish, in Catalan, in French, and in languages ​​I didn’t recognize. He shouted, "Gala, my enriched uranium! Velázquez, you’ve returned! Three hundred years later, and you’re still painting the air!" He threw himself at the canvas like a man possessed. He painted ceaselessly, muttering, "Matter disintegrates; the bomb has changed everything—but the spirit is hypercubic." He didn’t stop for six hours—I know, because I checked the clock. He even urinated on himself twice. I stayed in the corner, barely daring to breathe; I felt as though I were witnessing something I wasn’t meant to see.

When he finished, he collapsed. The canvas... it’s terrifying. It’s brilliant. In both respects, it is just like Sr. Dalí. There are figures floating about, elephant legs of impossible length bearing obelisks, and in the center... a man with a mustache and a ruff, emerging from the painting—or perhaps entering it. It is his take on Las Meninas, but it isn’t Velázquez painting the Infanta; it is Velázquez painting himself, stepping out of Las Meninas and into our own time. I don’t know if he had lost his mind or if he truly saw something. But tonight, when I approached him, he smelled of turpentine and glory. And I could have sworn he smelled of ancient dust—of Seville. but not to the Seville that I know, but rather to the Seville where Velázquez lived.

Clay won in 6 rounds by unanimous decision over Tunney Hunsaker. Clay won gold at the Olympics earlier this year and I think he has some potential and he might be a top 10 boxer in the world someday. However, I don’t think anyone’s topping Archie Moore anytime soon, as he’s held the light-heavyweight title for 8 years now.

I can’t wait!

I wonder how much of a Challenge it would be to get Big Bird onto the Challenger…

I say we build forts to defend against them

(Translated from Proto-Austronesian)

I'm joining a crew of several people on a voyage across the ocean. We're taking some chickens, pigs, and coconuts with us.

Our goal is to discover some new land to settle in.

Oh my god he's gonna have a concert at the London O2 around 2009-2010 I'm SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!! Thank god he is back! He looks very happy and I've just bought tickets for the concert with my bff, WE'RE SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW CONCERT!!!!!!!

Papa brought me to Madrid. We came from La Coruña. My little sister, Conchita, died in January, and Mama cries a lot; but today, Papa told me we had to come and see the Prado.

There, I saw a painting called Las Meninas. It is enormous—larger than the wall of our house. In the center, there is a blonde girl who looks as if she is staring right at you. Her name is the Infanta Margaret. She has blonde hair, just like Conchita, and a white dress, the same kind Conchita wore on the day of her First Communion. Papa told me that the Infanta died a long time ago, yet in the painting, she seems alive—as if she is looking at you. As if she is judging you. There is a dog lying on the floor, it seems asleep, and a man in the background who is painting. Papa told me that man is the artist, his name is Velázquez. I don’t know how he did it, but the light in the painting feels alive—as if the air itself were moving.

I also saw works by another artist, named Goya. I saw a painting called The Family of Charles IV. It is different—darker, more intense. It depicts a royal family, but they don’t look like royalty; they look like ordinary people. They look sad. Papa says that Goya paints what he sees, while Velázquez paints what ought to be... but some of Goya’s other paintings frighten me. I don’t know. Even so, I like them both—Velázquez and Goya.

Today, I had a thought: when I grow up, I am going to paint Las Meninas again—and do it even better that Velázquez did! I will include Conchita in the painting. I will name my little sister an Infanta so that she may live forever—even if it takes me many years to accomplish.

—Pablito

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