Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Can You Retrieve A Deleted Recording On Uverse



Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Weird Stomach Virus Going Around 2010

ALDISSIMO ON THE SPOT horribilis ARCURI

The spot of super kitsch masterpiece Arcuri book promotion

A small diamond coatteria so bad to touch the sublime
What hastily Network sanctioned as the worst spot of the year will become an object Shrine, the most extraordinary travesty of book promotion on television. Other than the books sponsored by Fabio Fazio with pretentiousness or Corrado Augias or Serena Dandini! Here we are faced with a small diamond coatteria so bad to touch the sublime. By one of those paradoxes that often streak the world of communication, the 'waste' cultural rises in fees, just like when Andy Warhol argued that "the best thing about Florence is McDonald."

last few days on the RAI networks aired a commercial in which Manuela Arcuri promote the latest book by Alfonso Luigi Marra, The labyrinth female. From time Marra uses a kind of advertising "wild" to launch his literary labors (It seems that the story of John and Margaret is the only source of unintentional comedy), but here it is outdated. The actress, never flinching, awakened from a catatonic sleep by the ringing of a cell phone, tells the story of the book and recommended reading, particularly because it is "work to free the couple and society from the strategy that the emotional turmoil and has greatly slowed the progress of civilization. " And in the end, just as the "cultural promoters' most successful, they should purchase.
We are faced with an absolute masterpiece and can not Beauty and expressionless , an example of unintentional kitsch, the camp and trash, a bad unintended but that is based on the candor with which it was put in place the device (it is then up to the malice of each turn it over into its opposite). For this Marra (Calabrian lawyer with a passion for writing, former MEP, elected with Forza Italy in 1994) decided to intervene in defense of his commercials: "To those who, in this culture of orifices and Strull is exaggerated Arcuri to define the spot of the ugliest possible, we can only say that jealousy is the most human of feelings. " The journey of our civilization passes for "culture of orifices.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Zebra Wallpaper Print

ALDISSIMO!

Aldo Grasso for the Corriere della Sera
© photo Giovanni Caviezel 4 Dollswhip
Things do not understand. I do not understand how Paul Bonolis to "Hello Darwin" and "Who Framed Peter Pan?" Can go to university to say that some TV has contributed to corrupt our country. Where was he? But even more, I do not understand how the audience of students, a meeting promoted by the Left at the State University of Milan to the streets to protest against the Gelmini, meanwhile, drink the alibis of Bonolis.
do not understand how our country can have a future, after witnessing the performance of Mr Dominic Scilipoti radio ('A days in sheep) and those of television minister Ignazio La Russa and Mr Antonio Di Pietro ('Annozero). One says, but it's a show! Yes, but then just a bit 'of snow to break up the peninsula in two. You show too.
do not understand how Gad Lerner, after having served up boring broadcast on the bodies of women and against the tissue of "Strip," can take it with Catherine Soft (a good journalist and cultural) for writing: "I am entry into a shop because I needed a key. Behind the shop assistant that I saw lying Belén winked at me and I decided to go out and buy the key from the competition. " do not understand how Gerry Scotti, after accepting (I guess not for charity) to conduct three or four programs, to direct a radio, to make the testimonial more firms may complain of being exploited by Mediaset. He even confessed to legal action to put a stop to this overexposure. Of course, the confession was made during the press launch of its new program, "Paperissima.

do not understand how Benedetta Parodi ("cooked and eaten ') may have written a book. I'm not surprised, however, it is the first in the rankings best-selling books. What do we complain, in Italy?