Saturday, 29 November 2014


Porque confundir a Matt Damon (que es malo. Siempre. Incluso en El Indomable Will Hunting, sí. O inútil y tiene que ser rescatado) con Mark Wahlberg, y nunca acordarme del nombre de Jeff Bridges, sólo si pienso primero en su padre Lloyd para llegar a su apellido, y después llegar a liarme después con Kurt Russel, que a su vez es suegro de Matt Bellamy... Son parte de esas pequeñas cosas que me hacen peculiar.

Otro cantar es con Henry y Peter Fonda... ¿Quién vino primero, el huevo o la gallina?

Me pregunto a cuántas personas más les ocurre lo mismo con esos actores en concreto.

Thursday, 20 November 2014


I want to hold hands with you like sea otters, so we don't drift apart while we sleep, and I want to have a fur pocket under my arm so I can keep the beautiful pebbles you bring to me.

At least you are hairy and have lustrous whiskers, so we could say you're half-way on becoming an otter :D

Tuesday, 11 November 2014


Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend, 
but baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
you... painted my entire world.
But I... don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won't forget it.

Thursday, 6 November 2014


"So when she told him that a few pills would make things even better, he went along for the ride. And you know what? She was right.

The pills made him feel good. Real good. Which got him thinking: Anyone can take a pill... but only a pharmacist knows how to make one.

Percocet (acetaminophen and oxycodone) is nice, but when spliced with atomoxetine and hydrocodone, the party could go on for hours.

Fentanyl blended with oxycodone made for a much more interesting day at work, and even more interesting lunch breaks.

He compiled his own personal grab bag of psychotropic creations for them to enjoy. He was elated, carefree, alive. The solution to his problems had, in fact, been lining his shelves all this time. Doug had found better living through chemistry."

- "Better Living Through Chemistry" (Geoff Moore & David Posamentier, 2014)

Varney's Pharmacy

"Doug had gotten very good at hiding disappointment over the years, but that doesn't mean this didn't hurt. The pharmacy might be officially his, but nothing else was changing.

But despite what you might think, Doug found great comfort in being a pharmacist: studiously counting medication, filling prescriptions... He was good at what he did. I saw it every time I came in. But I could also see that Doug Varney wanted something more. And while he could probably never put it into words, maybe it had to do with being a man who provided solutions for everybody but himself.

As the one pharmacist in a small town, Doug knew a little bit about a lot of people. But he was always professional, never judged, and his customers always listened to him.

Customers like Donald Zucker. Donald had battled a weight problem his whole life. Doug gave him Lipitor (atorvastatin calcium) as well as some dietary advice, but then Donald had never been a very good listener (buys along some chocolate candy bars).

Amoxicillin. Zoloft (sertraline). Metformin. Setrol (sodium tetradecyl). Doug was there with whatever they needed.

Kate Tashman was a loving mother, but because sometimes love just isn't enough, Doug was there with the Xanax (alprazolam).

And Tegretol (carbamazepine) for Susan D'Francesco... because she was bipolar (sobs while paying for her prescription).

For Brian Malloy, Chantix (varenicline) to help beat his nicotine addiction. However, side effects included severe constipation... (buys some saline enemas).

And for poor Kathleen Bergman, Lysodren (mitotane), because sometimes cancer comes back.

And for mailman Arnold Morello, Valtrex (valaciclovir hydrochloride) to treat his freshly acquired case of genital herpes, an affliction he most certainly did not catch from his wife (says: It's-It's all very complicated. I mean, I'd never been to Atlantic City before...)."

- "Better Living Through Chemistry" (Geoff Moore & David Posamentier, 2014)

Sunday, 2 November 2014


“Los antipsicóticos típicos son monógamos con la dopamina: aman a la dopamina y la aman tanto que se vuelven dependientes y no la sueltan para nada.

Los atípicos son más del tipo "ámala y déjala ir", son un poco guarrones".