Martes, 11 de abril de 2006
Todos sabreis mas o menos que es el tan conocido spam, ese que siempre esta presente en nuestro correo y que todos deseamos eliminar cuanto antes y evitar que nos llegue...
Yo hasta hoy no sabia de donde venia la palabra...

Fue tomada de un sketch del grupo humoristico ingles Monty Python (del cual me declaro fan n?1 xd )

La palabra spam designa a un alimento enlatado consistente en carne de cerdo picada con especias.


el sketch es este, yo no lo vi pero no me cuesta imaginarlo....

Escena: Un bar. En una mesa, un grupo de Vikingos con cascos con cuernos. Un hombre y su esposa son depositados desde el techo en una mesa.

Hombre: Eric Idle
Esposa: Graham Chapman
Camarera: Terry Jones

Hombre: Sentate aqu?, querida.
Esposa: Est? bien.
Hombre: (a la camarera) Buen d?a!
Camarera: Buen d?a!
Hombre: Bien. ?Qu? tienen?
Camarera: Esteee... hay huevo y panceta; huevo, salchichas y panceta; huevo y spam; huevo, panceta, salchichas y spam; spam, panceta, salchichas y spam; spam, huevo, spam, spam, panceta y spam; salchichas, spam, spam, panceta, spam, tomate y spam, ....
Vikingos: (comenzando a cantar) spam, spam, spam, spam .....
Camarera: ..... spam, spam, spam, huevo y spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, arvejas cocidas, spam, spam, spam.......
Vikingos: (cantando) Spam! Rico spam! Rico spam!
Camarera: ......o Langosta Termidor a la Crevette con salsa mornay a la Provenzal con cebollitas y berenjenas acompa?ada con pat? de trufas, cognac, un huevo frito encima y spam.
Esposa: ?Tienen algo sin spam?
Camarera: Bueno, hay spam, huevo, salchichas y spam, que no tiene mucho spam.
Esposa: No quiero nada de spam!
Hombre: ?Por qu? no le trae huevo, panceta, spam y salchichas?
Esposa: Porque tiene spam!
Hombre: Pero no tiene tanto como el spam, huevo, salchichas y spam, no?
Vikingos: spam, spam, spam, spam ("in crescendo" durante las siguientes frases de la conversaci?n)
Esposa: ?Podr?a preparar huevo, panceta, spam y salchichas sin spam, entonces?
Camarera: Urgghh!
Esposa: ?Qu? quiere decir con "Urgghh!"? No me gusta el spam!
Vikingos: Rico spam! Maravilloso spam!
Camarera: C?llense!
Vikingos: Rico spam! Maravilloso spam!
Camarera: C?llense! (los Vikingos se detienen) Malditos Vikingos! No, no puede pedir huevo, panceta y salchichas sin spam.
Esposa: (chilla) No me gusta el spam!
Hombre: Shhh, querida, no hagas un esc?ndalo. Yo me comer? tu spam. Me encanta. Y voy a pedir spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, arvejas cocidas, spam, spam, spam y spam!
Vikingos: (cantando) Spam, spam, spam, spam. Rico spam! Maravilloso spam!
Camarera: C?llense! No nos quedaron arvejas.
Hombre: Bueno, ?podr?a comer el spam de ella en lugar de las arvejas, entonces?
Camarera: Quiere decir spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam .... (pero es demasiado tarde, y el canto de los Vikingos ahoga el sonido de sus palabras)
Vikingos: Spam, spam, spam, spam. Rico spam! Maravilloso spam! Spam, spa-a-a-a-a-am, spa-a-a-a-a-am, spam. Rico spam! Rico spam! Rico spam! Rico spam! Rico spam! Spam, spam, spam, spam.



Este que pongo a continuacion es otro sketch de los que mas me gustaron, perteneciente a la pelicula "Los caballeros de la mesa cuadrada y sus locos seguidores" que recomiendo a todo el mundo para pasar un buen rato riendo xD
Es la escena en la que descubren que el guardian de la cueva de Caerbannog es un conejo


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TIM: To the north there lies a cave-- the cave of Caerbannog-- wherein, carved in mystic runes upon the very living rock, the last words of Olfin Bedwere of Rheged...(thunder booms at but a gesture from Tim)...make plain the last resting place of the most Holy Grail.

ARTHUR:: Where could we find this cave, O Tim?

TIM: Follow. But! Follow only if ye be men of valor, for the entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of full fifty men lie strewn about its lair. So, brave knights, if you do doubt your courage or your strength, come no further, for death awaits you all with nasty, big, pointy teeth.

ARTHUR:: (aside, to his Knights What an eccentric performance.

Cut to a smokey, spooky cave, the area surrounding the cave is littered with bones. Arthur and his knights "ride" up, the "horses" act skittish.

GALAHAD: They're nervous, sire.

ARTHUR:: Then we'd best leave them here and carry on on foot. Dis-mount!

Arthur and his knights mime the act of dismounting a horse then proceed to the cave on foot. They crouch down behind an outcropping of rocks overlooking the mouth of the cave. Tim is with them

TIM: Behold the cave of Caerbannog!

ARTHUR:: Right! Keep me covered.

GALAHAD: What with?

ARTHUR:: W- just keep me covered.


TIM: Too late!

dramatic chord sounds as a fluffy white rabbit appears from within the cave

ARTHUR:: What?


TIM: There he is!

ARTHUR:: Where?


TIM: There!

ARTHUR:: What, behind the rabbit?


TIM: It is the rabbit.

ARTHUR:: You silly sod!


TIM: What?

ARTHUR:: You got us all worked up!

TIM: Well, that's no ordinary rabbit!

ARTHUR:: Ohh.


TIM: That's the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on!

ROBIN: You tit! I soiled my amour I was so scared!


TIM: Look, that rabbit's got a vicious streak a mile wide! It's a killer!

GALAHAD: Get stuffed!


TIM: He'll do you up a treat, mate.

GALAHAD: Oh, yeah?

ROBIN: You mangy Scots git!


TIM: I'm warning you!

ROBIN: What's he do, nibble your bum?


TIM: He's got huge, sharp- eh- he can leap about- look at the bones!

ARTHUR:: Go on, Bors. Chop his head off!

BORS: Right! Silly little bleeder. One rabbit stew comin' right up!

Bors approaches the rabbit, sword drawn, confident


TIM: Look!

Quick as lightning, the rabbit leaps at Bors' neck and bites his head off.

BORS: Aaaugh!

ARTHUR:: Jesus Christ!


TIM: I warned you!

ROBIN: I done it again!


TIM: I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew it all, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it? Well, it's always the same. I always tell them-

ARTHUR: Oh, shut up!

TIM: Do they listen to me?

ARTHUR:: (drawing his sword) Right!


TIM: Oh, no...

KNIGHTS: Charge!

Arthur and his knights charge down at the rabbit. The rabbit practically flies through the air from knight to knight, killing all but the main characters

KNIGHTS: Aaaaugh!, Aaaugh!, etc.

ARTHUR:: Run away! Run away!

KNIGHTS: Run away! Run away!...

They run away to the rocky outcropping overlooking the cave mouth where Tim had been waiting for them.


TIM: Ha ha ha ha! Ha haw haw! Ha! Ha ha!

ARTHUR:: Right. How many did we lose?

LANCELOT: Gawain.

GALAHAD: Ector.

ARTHUR:: And Bors. That's five.

GALAHAD: Three, sir.

ARTHUR:: Three. Three. And we'd better not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.

ROBIN: Would it help to confuse it if we run away more?

ARTHUR:: Oh, shut up and go and change your amour.

GALAHAD: Let us taunt it! It may become so cross that it will make a mistake.

ARTHUR:: Like what?

GALAHAD: Well ... ooh.

LANCELOT: Have we got bows?

ARTHUR:: No.

LANCELOT: We have the Holy Hand Grenade.

ARTHUR:: Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch! 'Tis one of the sacred relics Brother Maynard carries with him! Brother Maynard! Bring up the Holy Hand Grenade!
Publicado por Turambar_mormegil @ 11:51
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