'Tis the season...
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:59 pmLast year at this time - i.e. carneval - I was in Rio, making a happy fool of myself (see icon). Now at home, I tend to run away from the festivities, but I loved the carneval in Venice several years ago, and the one in Rio last year. So, in the spirit of the season, some pictures from the carneval in Rio de Jainero:
An avarage wagon of a smaller parade:

One of the most charming aspects is that you don't just see the pomp and circumstance parades, but also dancing everywhere in the streets, sans costumes (nearly), just for the fun of it.

I didn't just have the infamous traffic sign costume from the icon. Trying my best to look glamorous in a rented costume at a ball:

...true glamour:

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andrastewhite looks for vidders who never watched a single episode of Babylon 5 to beta her newest vid, here, in order to see whether it makes sense to the uninitiated. Stop by, please? I've seen it, and love it, but then I'm prejudiced re: B5.
And about my newest Sci-Fi love:
thassalia has written a terrific Battlestar Galactica story. Minute, blink-and-you-miss'em spoilers for episodes 6 and 8, but it doesn't give away major plot points. Featuring Kara, Lee, Baltar and Boomer, and one of those poker games.
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And lastly, carneval is the time for dirty jokes, and so I was told one two hours ago. As it's, err, partisan, I'm lj-cutting to spare sensibilities of Bush-friendly readers, though let me assure you that a democrat gets made fun of as well. It's a carneval joke, what can I say. Oh, and it has Catholic imagery.
After a long life, George W. Bush eventually dies in his sleep and shows up at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells him at once that he's not welcome here, given his track record of lies and his bodycount, and sends him to hell. Bush reports there, and the devil tells him they have a special service for heads of state and government, since there are so many of them in hell.
"I'll show you three miserable sinners tormented right now, and you can make a choice to exchange places with one of them."
So he leads Bush to three chambers. Torture chamber No.1 has Pol Pot in it, in a vessel with boiling oil. Torture chamber No.2 features Pinochet, being pinched by instruments of hot glowing iron. Torture chamber No.3 contains Bill Clinton, getting indulged by Monica Lewinsky.
Not surprisingly, this confounds Dubya. Finally he declares: "It's completely disgusting and against my convictions, but given the alternatives, I suppose I'll have to take option 3."
"Your choice," says the devil, shrugging, and calls out to the chamber: "Monica, you can go now."
Well, I thought it was funny.
An avarage wagon of a smaller parade:

One of the most charming aspects is that you don't just see the pomp and circumstance parades, but also dancing everywhere in the streets, sans costumes (nearly), just for the fun of it.

I didn't just have the infamous traffic sign costume from the icon. Trying my best to look glamorous in a rented costume at a ball:

...true glamour:

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And about my newest Sci-Fi love:
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And lastly, carneval is the time for dirty jokes, and so I was told one two hours ago. As it's, err, partisan, I'm lj-cutting to spare sensibilities of Bush-friendly readers, though let me assure you that a democrat gets made fun of as well. It's a carneval joke, what can I say. Oh, and it has Catholic imagery.
After a long life, George W. Bush eventually dies in his sleep and shows up at the pearly gates of heaven. St. Peter tells him at once that he's not welcome here, given his track record of lies and his bodycount, and sends him to hell. Bush reports there, and the devil tells him they have a special service for heads of state and government, since there are so many of them in hell.
"I'll show you three miserable sinners tormented right now, and you can make a choice to exchange places with one of them."
So he leads Bush to three chambers. Torture chamber No.1 has Pol Pot in it, in a vessel with boiling oil. Torture chamber No.2 features Pinochet, being pinched by instruments of hot glowing iron. Torture chamber No.3 contains Bill Clinton, getting indulged by Monica Lewinsky.
Not surprisingly, this confounds Dubya. Finally he declares: "It's completely disgusting and against my convictions, but given the alternatives, I suppose I'll have to take option 3."
"Your choice," says the devil, shrugging, and calls out to the chamber: "Monica, you can go now."
Well, I thought it was funny.
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Date: 2005-02-05 02:09 pm (UTC)And I love the one of you in the headdress! I want one of those!
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Date: 2005-02-05 02:12 pm (UTC)That's actually very funny indeed. *g* And love those costumes, you look like you're having a great time!
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Date: 2005-02-05 04:07 pm (UTC)Oh yes, it was much fun. I don't think I slept at all during that week, but it was worth it. Check out my reply to
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