ITS: IThinkSo, Постпродакшн телесериалов

Yoing, rc модели, cycling, книги, фильмы и много музыки....)

John Coltrane, Ray Charles, Jimi Hendrix, Keith Jarrett, The Beatles, Maynard James Keenan, Chick Corea, Bob Marley, Squarepusher, Radiohead

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Paris, je t'aime, Human Traffic, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Fight Club

Много чего....в основном фантастика и альтернативная проза, в частности весь Chuck Palahniuk кроме его дневника

Не смотрю телевизор...)

"RAOUL DUKE: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
|Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.|

"NARRATOR: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler.
TYLER DURDEN: Okay...
NARRATOR: My eyes are open.
[the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger]"
|Fight Club.|

"TOM: It's a deal. It's a steal. It's sale of the fucking century! Actually, fuck it, Nick, I think I'll keep it.
NICK THE GREEK: All right all right, keep your Alans on!
[Peels off notes from his wad]
NICK THE GREEK: Here's a ton.
TOM, EDDIE: Jesus Christ!
EDDIE: You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one hundred pound? What're you doing when you're not buying stereos Nick? Finance revolutions?
NICK THE GREEK: 100 pound is still 100 pound.
TOM: Not when the price is 200 pound it ain't! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are. Now, lemme feel the fibre of your fabric."
|Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.|

"AVI: Eighty-six carats.
ROSEBUD: Where?
AVI: London.
Rosebud: London?
AVI: London.
AVI`S COLLEGUE: London?
AVI: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON."
|Snatch.|

"JULES: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time."
|Pulp Fiction.|

"MARK "Rent-boy" RENTON: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"
|Trainspotting.|

"I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me,
A moon full of stars and astral cars,
All the things I used to see,
All my lovers were there with me,
All my past and futures.
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat,
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt."
|RH©|

"Wolf father, at the door
You don't smile anymore
You're a drifter, shapeshifter
Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya"
|First Aid Kit©|