Semanita en la que retomo la costumbre de amenizarles los lunes -que no amenazarles en lunes, lo cual no molaría nada- en este comienzo de otoño casi de libro en el que el campus se ha poblado de hojas secas y el viento se ha dedicado a jugar con ellas, y de paso a mover los comederos de los gatos. La semana pasada me fue imposible sacar tiempo y fuerzas para acudir a mi cita habitual, pero esta he hecho todo lo posible para estar aquí, robando tiempo a la desconexión mental temporal vespertina, comúnmente conocida como siesta, para compartir el par de novedades que creo dignas de mención. En primer lugar, y es algo que muchos habrán experimentado en propias carnes blogueriles, se acabó la vieja interfaz de publicación y de gestión de contenidos, y Blogger nos obsequia con un nuevo diseño que habrá que trastear para controlarlo adecuadamente pero que así, a bote pronto, ofrece unas posibilidades bastante interesantes. Una cosa que me ha llamado la atención es la contabilización de entradas, visitas y comentarios. Más de 1500, 183000 y 6000 respectivamente, algo que me llena de odguyo y zatisfación y que quería compartir por ustedes. Por otro lado recordarles que hay tres nuevos sitios amigos en la barra de enlaces, relacionados con los podcasts que les mencioné el viernes. Por cierto, que si conocen alguno merecedor de dedicarle un ratillo, no duden en dejar el enlace en los comentarios.
Empezando esta semana como blogger manda, pues poco me queda aparte de prometer algún que otro contenido, relacionado como suele ser habitual con el arte original -en una semana que empieza con la ilustración tuneada que he colocado ya podrán imaginar qué autor nos visitará-, los tebeos y creo que algo relacionado con la televisión si los cursos, el ejercicio y el cansancio me lo permiten. Me retiro a seguir devorando los tebeos del Castigador de Garth Ennis -a medio camino de leer su etapa de un tirón me hallo- y les dejo con la canción otoñal oficial de este blog y de su seguro servidor. Los Predicadores Callejeros Maníacos, que los afortunados barceloneses podrán ver gratis en directo la semana que viene, nos dejan unos versos lánguidos y un ritmo tranquilo, con un mensaje final lleno de esperanza que no sé si creer... Qué demonios, ojalá que esos buenos tiempos estén por llegar de verdad.
Autumnsong
Manic Street Preachers
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create
Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now baby, what have you done?
Done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, hair!
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now baby, what have you done to your hair?
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy: born to create, born to create, born to create, born to create
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
And wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
Autumnsong
Manic Street Preachers
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy and born to create
Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now baby, what have you done?
Done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, done to your hair, hair!
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
Now baby, what've you done to your hair?
Is it just the same time of year
When you think that you don't really care?
Now baby, what have you done to your hair?
Wear your eyes as dark as night
Paint your face with what you like
Wear your love like it is made of hate
Born to destroy: born to create, born to create, born to create, born to create
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
And wear your hair in bunches
And your jacket loose
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Clear your heads and get ready to run
So when you hear this autumn song
Remember the best times are yet to come
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