Betty Beauty

Vello púbico azul, rosa, morado y los "clásicos": café, rubio, negro y pelirrojo... Es lo que ofrece esta marca de tinte para "el vello de ahí abajo". Lástima que no pueda conseguirse acá en México. Está aprobado por médicos y está hecho con ingredientes naturales, así que no hay problema de irritación. Más información acá. ¿Alguien se anima?
Yo sí.

Rosita

Hace muchos muchos años, yo era enemiga del "rosita", se me hacía taaaaan cursi y ridículo, tan pero taaaaaan ñoño... Y ahora... como que ya le perdí el asco, actualmente ya no es "rosita" sino simplemente "rosa" a secas, puede combinarse con infinidad de colores y se ve re bonito, no sé, ya no es un color tan repulsivo para mí, muestra de esto es que mi blog es rosa, mi cel es rosa, tengo harta ropa rosa, sábanas y edredón color de rosa, botella para agua rosa, tenis rosas... y lo que faltaba... jijiji, soy feliz con mis matas "rositas".

The original poem (Tim Burton)

It was late one fall in Halloween Land,
And the air had quite a chill,
Against the moon a skeleton sat,
Alone upon a hill,

He was tall and thin with a bat bow tie,
Jack Skellington was his name,
He was tired and bored of Halloween Land,
Everything was always the same,

"I'm sick of the scaring, The terror, the fright,
I'm tired of being something that goes bump in the night
I'm bored with leering my horrible glances
And my feet hurt from dancing those skeleton dances
I don't like graveyards and I need something new
There must be more to life than just yelling, 'boo!'"

Then out from the grave with a curl and a twist
Came a whimpering whining, spectral mist,
It was a little ghost dog with a faint little bark,
And a jack-o'-lantern nose that glowed in the dark,

It was Jack's dog, Zero the best friend he had,
But Jack hardly noticed, which made Zero sad,
All that night and through the next day,
Jack wandered and walked,
He was filled with dismay,

Then deep in the forest just before night,
Jack came upon an amazing sight,
Not twenty feet from the spot where he stood,
Were three massive doorways crarved in wood,

He stood before them completely in awe,
His gaze transfixed by one special door,
Entranced and excited with a slight sense of worry,
Jack opened the door to a white, windy flurry,

Jack didn't know it, but he'd fallen down,
In the middle of a place called Christmas Town,
Immersed in the light Jack was no longer haunted,
He had finally found the feeling that he wanted,

And so that his friends wouldn't think of him a liar,
He took the present filled with stockings that hung by the fire,
He took candy and toys that were stacked on the shelves,
And a picture of Santa with all of his elves,

He took lights and ornaments and the star from the tree,
And from the Christmas Town sign, he took the big letter "C",
He picked up everything that sparkled or glowed,
He even picked up a handful of snow,
He grabbed it all and without being seen,
He took it all back to Halloween,

Back in Halloween a group of Jack's peers,
Stared in amazement at his Christmas souvenirs,
For this wondrous vision non were prepared,
Most were excoted though a few were quite scared,

For the next few days while it lightninged and thundered,
Jack sat alone and obsessively wondered,
"Why is it they get to spread laughter and cheer,
While we stalk the graveyards spreading panic and fear?
Well, I could be Santa and I could spread cheer,
Why does he get to do it year after year?"

Outraged and injustice, Jack thought and he thought,
Then he got an idea,
"Yes... Yes... why not!"
In Christmas Town Santa was making some toys,
When through the din he heard a soft noise,
He answered the door and to his surprise,
He saw weird little creatures in stange disguise,

They were altogether ugly and rather petite,
As they opened their sacks they yelled,
"Trick or treat!"
Then a confused Santa was shoved into a sack,
And taken to Halloween to see mastermind Jack,

In Halloween, everyone gathered once more,
For they'd never seen a Santa before,
And as they cautiously gazed at this strange old man,
Jack related to Santa his masterful plan,

"My dear Mr.Claus, I think it's a crime,
That you've got to be Santa all the time,
But now I will give presents and I will spread cheer,
We're changing places I'm Santa this year,

It is I who will say Merry Christmas to you,
So you may lie in my coffin, creak doors, and yell 'boo!'
And please, Mr.Claus, don't think ill of my plan,
For I'll fo the best Santa job that I can"

And though Jack and his friends thought they'd do a good job,
Their idea of Christmas was still quite macabre,
They were packed up and ready on Christmas Eve day,
When Jack hitched his reindeer to his sleek coffin sleigh,

But on Christmas Eve as they were about to begin,
A Halloween fog slowly rolled in,
Jack said,"We can't leave This fog's just too think
There will be no Christmas and I can't be St.Nick"

Then a small glowing light pierced through the fog,
What could it be?
It was Zero, Jack's dog,
Jack said,"Zero, with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"

And to be so needed was Zero's great dream,
So he joyously flew to the head of the team,
And as the skeletal sleigh started its ghostly flight,
Jack cackled,"Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!"

'Twas the nightmare before Christmas and all though the house,
Not a creature was peaceful, not even a mouse,
The stockings all hung by the chimney with care,
When opened that morning would cause quite a scare,

The children, all nestled, so snug in their beds,
Would have nightmares of monsters and skeleton heads,
The moon that hung over the new fallen snow,
Cast an eerie pall over the city below,

And Santa Claus's now sounded like groans,
And the jinglling bells like chattering bones,
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a coffin sleigh with skeleton deer,

And a skeletal driver so ugly and sick,
They knew in a moment, this can't be St. Nick,
From house to house, with a true sense of joy,
Jack happily issued each present and toy,

From rooftop to rooftop he jumped and he skipped,
Leaving presents that seemed to be straight from a crypt,
Unaware that world was in panic and fear,
Jack merrily spead his own brand of cheer,

He visited the house of Susie and Dave,
They got a Gumby and a Pokey from the grave,
Then on to the home of little Jane Neeman,
She got a baby doll possessed by a demon,

A monstrous train with tentacle tracks,
A ghoulish puppet wieling and ax,
A man-eating plant disguised as a wreath,
And a vampire teddy bear with very sharp teeth,

There were screams of terror, but Jack didn't hear it,
He was much too involved with his own Christmas spirit,
Jack finally looked down from his dark, starry frights,
And saw the commotion, the noise, and the light,

"Why, they're celebrating it looks like such fun
They're thanking me for the good job that I've done"
But what he thought were fireworks meant as goodwill,
Were bullets and missiles intended to kill,

Then amidst the barrage of the artillery fire,
Jack urged Zero to go higher and higher,
And away they all flew like the storm of a thistle,
Until they were hit by a well-guided missile,

And as they fell on the cemetery, way out of sight,
Was heard,"Merry Christmas to all,
And too all a goodnight!"
Jack pulled himself up on a large stone cross

And from there he reviewed his incredible loss,
"I thought I could be Santa I had such belief,"
Jack was confused and with great grief,
Not knowing where to turn, he looked toward the sky,

Then he slumped on the grave and he started to cry,
And as Zero and Jack lay crumpled on the ground,
They suddenly heard a familiar sound,

"My dear Jack," said Santa,"I applaud your intent,
I know wreaking such havoc was not what you meant,
And so you are sad and feeling quite blue,

But taking over Christmas was the wong thing to do,
I hope you realize Halloween's the right place for you,
There's a lot more, Jack, that I'd like to say,
But now I must hurry, for it's almost Christmas day"

Then he jumped in his sleigh and with a wink of an eye,
He said,"Merry Christmas" and he bid them goobye,
Back home, Jack was sad, but then, like a dream,
Santa brought Christmas to the land of Halloween.

Vincent

Voodoo Girl (Tim Burton)

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe)

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me -
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud one night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we -
Of many far wiser than we -
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling -my darling -my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea -
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Corazón de tinta / Sangre de tinta

Cornelia Funke es una ecritora alemana de literatura infantil y juvenil, no la conocía, hasta que me topé con Corazón de tinta en una librería del FCE... y me enganchó por completo, tanto que ya leí la segunda parte Sangre de tinta y espero con ansias que salga la tercera: Muerte de tinta. Lo curioso es que esta saga no es nueva, apareció publicada en español por Siruela en 2004 y ahora, en una coedición con el FCE (recomiendo la coedición, pues las ediciones de Siruela son re caras... 300 contra 120 de la del Fondo, menos 40% con credencial de la UNAM). Imagino que es debido a que la película (bastante mala, por cierto) salió apenas hace unos meses y pos hay que vender vender vender. Hay que leer gente, y si les gusta la aventura, el medievo, los malos, los buenos, la muchacha y el muchacho chicho del cuento y los libros, van a disfrutar como enanos esta obra.

Beverly Hills Chihuahua

Me apena admitirlo... me gustó, jejejeje. Es una jalada como ninguna, pero entretenida.

Cuentos que no son cuento (Bedtime stories)

Tiene sus momentos, pero en general está de súper hueva. Lleva la inconfundible y ñoña marca Disney. Prefiero a Pixar o ya de perdis DreamWorks.

El día que la tierra se detuvo

Ni fu ni fa, como que no acaba de cuajar, buenos efectos... Dominguera 100%.

Corazón de tinta

Definitivamente me quedo con los libros, me pareció una adaptación bastante chafa de una saga que en papel tiene una estructura excelente y personajes bien definidos. Definitivamente es peli dominguera y pal Canal 5.

Underworld: Rise of the lycans (Underworld: La rebelión de los lycans)

Pan con lo mismo... pero ahí voy de necia poseída por el frenesí vampírico jajajajajajajaja. El Cocho mejor se durmió.

Peek-a-boo

Déjame entrar (Låt den rätte komma in)

Llegué al cine creyendo que vería una peli cualquiera de vampiros... ¡Sorpresa!, me topé que una maravillosa obra de arte, la historia me envolvío y en algunos momentos como que una lagrimilla quiso emerger, jiji. De verdad que la disfruté, me encantaría leer la novela, pero acá en el pueblo no se puede conseguir, snif, snif.