The four co-founders of website The Pirate Bay have been found guilty of assisting the distribution of illegal content online by a Swedish court today and have been sentenced to a year in jail and a $3.6m (£2.4m) fine.
Charges against the site, which allows web users to access music, movies and TV shows without paying for them and claimed 22 million users during February, were brought by a consortium of media, film and music companies led by the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry.
This had to be the most heart-breaking story I’ve heard in a while. These four people have been working hard to provide, and they get jailed for? Where’s the justice in this world? Is this the end of torrents as we know it? Is the end of courteous file sharing and living harmoniously as we know it? Afraid not, here’s a screenshot I captured earlier today:
Power to the People!
Lets all toast to the days when we just feel like we didn’t fit in, those days when we feel misunderstood, those days when we just want to say “stay the fuck away from me.”
These are the songs for one of those days that we realize we are basically alone.
This anorexic beauty covers a song by Cy Coleman about not fitting in. I envy how Fiona Apple always managed to look so sullen, so composed, the kind of composure that makes you feel she could slit her wrists any second without flinching.
When did this blog starts to get random and just plain bizzarre? *Right about now, hombres, right about now.* I’m thinking of making this just fun to look at without any complexities, preconceptions, prentiousness or whatever. So we’re taking a break from music and movies and moving on to bizarre, random things I found on the internet. It’s also my wishlist, really.
Behold, I present to you, THE Boyfriend Pillow.
Oh how I want one! Admit it, you all have pretended your pillow is really Antonio Banderas that’s gotten fluffy and is wearing a flowery sack. No? It’s called Imagination 101, my friends. FYI, its on sale on Amazon. Go get me one, please?
..and what better way to do that than posting a picture of a guy in a kick-ass dinosaur costume. I may be having some sort of quarter-life crisis or whatnot but after seeing this guy, i just want to go, “ay chill mamacita.” I seriously want this costume. Why? If you have to ask, that, is the difference between me and you. I know just enough to never question a guy in a dinosaur suit. Never.
(you know..if I wanted to)
Here’s to another random music list that was in my dashboard draft and decided to let out. I think everybody got songs they wanna fucking cry to. Whether its the stupid, similar to your life lyrics, the memories brought back by the song or, just whatever. Sometimes you just want to close your eyes, put on some songs, pray to god it rains today and get in the mood for a little boo hoo, because you know, there’s a little teary eyed, eyeliner wearing emo, in all of us.
Our favorite 8 octave girl sings a song (and sometimes talk rap) about..well, staying in love and riding shotgun next to your boy. I tried to sing this at karaoke. No one cried.
2/ Jason Mraz – Beautiful Mess
A friend once said, what is it with girls and Jason Mraz? Well I admit, he makes me feel like a beautiful mess. Scratch that. More like Just a Mess. I’m sure you all have this song already.
No lyrics to get nonsensical at, this song is just plain emotions pouring out. Convey this to your convenience. Interpret this, listen to this while driving, listen to this until you fall asleep.
4/ Portishead – Music to Fuck To
I do not know why. Do not ask questions.
Maybe because the song keeps telling you to do the opposite, maybe because Mike Skinner is such an emotional Brit, maybe because there is really no more fish in the sea.
Vicky Cristina Barcelona is a 2008 film written and directed by Woody Allen. The film stars Javier Bardem, Penélope Cruz, Scarlett Johansson and Rebecca Hall.
The plot centers around two American women, Vicky and Cristina, spending a summer in Barcelona, where they meet an artist who is attracted to both of them while still enamored of his mentally and emotionally unstable ex-wife María Elena.
Let me do a quick review on the movie that won Penelope Cruz an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. Frankly, I never thought much of Penelope Cruz other than being crazy enough to date Tom Cruise, but in here she outshines Scarlett Johansson, who I am also a fan of, but you know how I hate men can’t get past her boobies and lips and nobody really gave a fuck on her acting skills.
So Scarlett’s has been Woody Allen’s latest muse and judging by the man who married his adopted daughter, you know that he’s just a wee bit pervert. You know, just a bit. I’m just saying this to help myself understand his work more. So in Vicky Christina Barcelona you have these two hot actresses, and you have Woody Allen as the writer and director. That ought to be good, right? Very, very good.
I especially like the beautiful Barcelona and Oviedo sceneries and the narration of the whole story. The movie has some sort of sadness wrapped in beauty. It’s aout feeling uncertain but being too scared to do anything about it. And Javier Bardem also gives an outstanding performance as womanizer-but-really-messed-up-inside Juan Antonio Gonzales. I fell for him since the first scene. What woman wouldn’t give in for a sexy spanish broken soul?
You know what? I’m going to stop rating these films.