Dicembre 2003 - Viaggio alla scoperta dei fondamenti irrazionali ed etici di Babbo Natale


Hanno collaborato alla creazione di questo numero:

Giovanni Pieri & Lorenzo Bagnoli, Mario Capua, Claudio Branca, 4A, Paolo Ogliari, Giuseppe Andrisano, prof Oukechartomono, prof. Pigni, Maurizio Capone, Paolo G., Riccardo Spiazzi, Ganja Sanzo, Federica Fesce, Babbo Natale + le renne, il computer di casa Wany+Wany.

Buon Natale

Sommario:

Cineforum - Benvenuti all'inferno - Voce di un piccolo fattone - Non fare al prossimo tuo - Nel nome del rispetto - Xkč non credo piů…., Risposta - Somme di 3 mesi - Teorema di Cipolloni - diario segreto - black knight - Ipse dixit - Deliri e Cucina - Er quizze - Pico Allende

 

L’altro giorno abbiamo sorpreso un prof a caso con la testa reclinata sulla

 cattedra e sulle nostre ultime verifiche… la letale biro rossa ancora tra le

 dita. Incuriositi dai suoi mormorii (sognava) abbiamo subito registrato le

 sue confuse parole col cellulare di..Avvertenza: quello che segue č lo

stream of concussion di una creatura semi-cosciente in cui la sintassi č

 stravolta…lo spelling… la lingua…beh, non č la nostra.

the great siege of Malta

landing Malta intl. In the dead of night, neon lights, jeeez it’s been

 raining, singin’ in th’rain, a bad omen indeed, taxi ride, how fast the

 fellow drives, yes, it must be late, decent hotel reception night-shift guy,

 fouroclock a.m. where am I? Oh, yes, in my room (701):

Gorgeous morning, students in a pretty good shape, resilient they are

after the hardships of the flight … dear old cracked schoolhouse, here we

 are. Hello. Hellooouuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Isthetwoofyouagain???? Yes it’s us, darling. Always the same two

wretched half wits. Hurry up boys, schooltime! The last lift goes up.

And now for the long sunny afternoon…

Lets open the box. Again the drub dull packed lunch, too much yellow-cheese, unpealable little orange, rock-hard crackers. Why am I doing all this, the few old pennies? Can picture the bursar’s frown.

Balluta bay, two o’clock, all aboard the sultana bus, how thrilling! Our huge driver in our huge coach at the top of a narrow street. Lilliputian red schoolbuses can’t come up, the poor hungry schoolchildren waiting inside!, done for, civil war, drivers argue animately, shouts and anger, dejavu.

The nice Three Cities here we come! Boys&girls bored, unimpressed, by gawd l’auberg de castille! And so? Heavens the grand harbour!: unimpressed. Look! What a view! Breathtaking! Unimpressed. The Malta docks! Look!Yes, ehm, not bad actually. Can we possibly find an icecream-shop near here? Bang. A personal Waterloo, I could jump off the railings and sadly dive into my death. No, wait, how’bout Paga the poor old fellow and…the weeping dear ones backhome? Wait man, wait. There’ll be another chance, another chance.

 Why is the little old crab panickly hiding into that tiny hole in the rock? Metaphor, man. Meditate. The surf tries its best to wash him away. To no avail. Congrats old cheap. I’m where the sun shines brightly, where the sea is blue. Here for your summerholiday sir? Next question.

Th’boys&girls are diving ‘n’ splashing into the crislalline waters. All cool swimmers, might bad luck spoil this shan-gri-la? Out of the question.

You fool! Why did you push me into the sea? Lost my spectacles (this is me! What a terrible moment, ndr) Mutters the poor cheap, dark muddy, weddy seabottom, you’re introuble boy. Here comes actionhero Claudio, a real pro, into the waters goes he and, wow! He’s got the glasses in his hands! Pheeew! We’ve made it this time

THE BLACK (K)NIGHT