Анкета Ивана Маслова вся информация

You wish!

Yoing, rc модели, cycling, книги, фильмы и много музыки....)

Не смотрю телевизор...)

Много чего....в основном фантастика и альтернативная проза, в частности весь Chuck Palahniuk кроме его дневника

John Coltrane, Ray Charles, Jimi Hendrix, Keith Jarrett, The Beatles, Maynard James Keenan, Chick Corea, Bob Marley, Squarepusher, Radiohead

"RAOUL DUKE: There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die."
|Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.|

"NARRATOR: I want you to listen to me very carefully, Tyler.
TYLER DURDEN: Okay...
NARRATOR: My eyes are open.
[the Narrator puts the gun into his mouth and pulls trigger]"
|Fight Club.|

"TOM: It's a deal. It's a steal. It's sale of the fucking century! Actually, fuck it, Nick, I think I'll keep it.
NICK THE GREEK: All right all right, keep your Alans on!
[Peels off notes from his wad]
NICK THE GREEK: Here's a ton.
TOM, EDDIE: Jesus Christ!
EDDIE: You could choke a dozen donkeys on that! And you're haggling over one hundred pound? What're you doing when you're not buying stereos Nick? Finance revolutions?
NICK THE GREEK: 100 pound is still 100 pound.
TOM: Not when the price is 200 pound it ain't! And certainly not when you've got Liberia's deficit in your skyrocket. Tighter than a duck's butt you are. Now, lemme feel the fibre of your fabric."
|Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels.|

"AVI: Eighty-six carats.
ROSEBUD: Where?
AVI: London.
Rosebud: London?
AVI: London.
AVI`S COLLEGUE: London?
AVI: Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup 'o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fucking Poppins... LONDON."
|Snatch.|

"JULES: [pointing his gun] Say what again. SAY WHAT AGAIN. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker. Say what one more goddamn time."
|Pulp Fiction.|

"MARK "Rent-boy" RENTON: [narrating] Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?"
|Trainspotting.|

"I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me,
A moon full of stars and astral cars,
All the things I used to see,
All my lovers were there with me,
All my past and futures.
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat,
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt."
|RH©|

"Wolf father, at the door
You don't smile anymore
You're a drifter, shapeshifter
Let me see you run, hey ya hey ya"
|First Aid Kit©|