The incredible hulk

Pre-Hulk Bruce Banner History.

While everyone is aware of what Bruce Banner has gone through after that fateful day when the Gamma Bomb went out and he became the Hulk, few know his history before that event. He had a very complicated and hard life which effected him psychologically and led to the formation of the different Hulk Incarnations. Bruce's parents were Brian and Rebecca Banner. As a child, Brian, along with his mother, was subjected to severe psycholigical and possibly physical abuse from his father. Brian felt his father was a monster and was afraid that he had inherited the monster gene also and had no plans to have any more children so that he would not have the possibility of doing to his children what his father did to him. During college, Brian met and married Rebecca who was anxious to start a family. Brian never shared his personal history with her or of his desire to never have children. He was the youngest person to graduate from his college with a Ph.D. and he got his degree in physics. His post-graduate options were unlimited but he settled on going to Los Alamos to work on a government project to find a source for clean nuclear radiation. The stress of the job led Brian to start drinking which also led him to become more erratic and quick to anger with Rebecca and his fellow employees. After one night of excessive drinking, Brian tried to work on his project and accidently caused an overload of the equipment. Brian was court-martialed and released from the project. Even though he was behind a shield when the overload occurred and multiple doctors examined him and found nothing, Brian still felt that some amount of radiation go through and affected his genetic structure and was even more convinced not to have any children. Brian eventually found a job and started to try and pull his life together when Rebecca announced that she was pregnant.Rebecca had problems during the pregnancy although what the complications were are not known. After the birth in Dayton, OH, Bruce was kept in extensive care for observation and examination but the doctor's found nothing out of the ordinary. He was also examined for any trace radiation due to Brian's exposure but none was detected. Brian, still thinking that something was wrong with Bruce, would try to spend at little as time as possible with him. When Brian and Rebecca would go away, they would leave Bruce with a nanny who showed no affection or attention towards Bruce. On Christmas morning, when Bruce was approximately four years old, he woke up early and snuck down to the Chrismtas tree. He opened one of his presents, which was an erector set. He managed to put together a very intricate structure in little time. Brian came down and smashed the structre, saying that Bruce was a freak and that someone his age should not be able to do that. He thought that the radiation had altered his Bruce's brain, making him super-smart, and would have probably killed Bruce had Rebecca not come into the room at that moment. Rebecca tried to get in the way and Brian hit her. When Bruce tried to run to his mother, Brian hit him also. Brain looked at Bruce and called him a inhuman monster. It was finally now that Brian admitted he never wanted a child. A few years later, after much physical and mental abuse to both Rebecca and Bruce, Rebecca packed suitcases and tried to leave with Bruce. Brian catches them at the car before they leave and starts to struggle with Rebecca. Bruce yells to his father to let his mother go and that he will be good but Brian throws Rebecca to the ground and kills her. Bruce runs to her side and just sits there beside her lifeless body. It is at this point where Bruce shuts down all his emotions and his mind starts to bifercate, setting up the MPD. During the resulting trial for Rebecca's death, Bruce tried to cover for his father but Brian was overheard gloating over the fact that he had forced his son into lying for him. Brian was sentenced to a mental institution and as he was taken away, he yelled at the young Bruce that he would get him for this.Bruce was sent to live with his months sister, Mrs. Drake. When he grew older, he attended Science High School. Due to his extremely high intelligence level and the fact that he had for all practical purposes turned off his emotions years ago, he had no friends as the school and was subjected to harassment. The headmaster showed concern for Bruce and his unresolved anger and feelings about his father and his mother's murder. Bruce attended Desert State University in undergraduate college. It was here that he came into contact with Susan Jacobson and attempted to start a relationship with her. After a few months, Susan was concerned because Bruce hardly touched her at all. Later, during a situation, Bruce grabbed Susan and she got scared because he seemed to become a different person. She broke up him after that.Bruce next attended an unknown medical college where he met Angela Lipscombe and started a relationship with her. Some of the other personalities where able to make their presence known as Bruce was able to create an initially stable relationship with Angela and was able to show her affection and emotion. At the end of med school, Angela got a research grant for her work quickly but Bruce had trouble getting anybody to be interested in his proposed work:"Predicting the spontaneous formation of Gamma Particles in a vacuum." Whether it was jealousy or other personalities breaking through, but Bruce let abruptly without saying good-bye to Angela .Bruce was able to attend graduate school at the California Institute of Technology. He studied nuclear physics. Bruce could possibly have picked the same field as his father research as some sort of sub-conscious way to seek approval from his father.After graduation, Bruce pitched the idea of a gamma bomb to General "Thunderbolt" Ross which would destroy metal, bricks, etc but leave people alive. After giving his pitch, Bruce was notified that his father was being released from the mental hospital after fifteen years. Bruce talked to the doctors but they felt he was ready to rejoin society. Bruce let his father stay with him for a short amount of time and Bruce admitted freely that he thought his father was still disturbed. Brian broke down and blurbed out the fact that his father had done things to him but it was obvious Brian Banner was up to something. Brian was acting stranger and stranger and Bruce said he should maybe check himself back in for more therapy. Brian shouted that maybe he had gotten better in the mental hospital because he was away from Bruce. Bruce just walked away and went to his mother's burial site because it was the anniversary of her death. Brian followed him there and started talking again about how Bruce was evil. They got into an argument which let to a physical confrontation. Bruce was on the ground and Brian was about to jump on him when Bruce pushed him back with his foot. Brian stumbled back and cracked his neck on the Rebecca's gravestone. Bruce went on to work at a nuclear research facility at Desert Base in New Mexico to work on the Gamma Bomb in conjunction with the government. The rest, as they say, is history. Link to article

The Hulk (Dr. Robert Bruce Banner), sometimes referred to as The Incredible Hulk, is a fictional character, a superhero appearing in the Marvel Comics Universe. Created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, the Hulk first appeared in Incredible Hulk # 1 (May 1962). He has since become one of Marvel Comics' most recognized superhero characters.
After nuclear physicist Dr. Robert Bruce Banner is caught in the blast of a gamma bomb he created, he is transformed into the Hulk, a raging monstrosity. The character, both as Banner and the Hulk, is frequently pursued by the police or the armed forces, often as a result of the destruction he causes. While the coloration of the character's skin varies during the course of its publication history, the Hulk is most often depicted as green.
He is featured in a number of animated series, a feature film directed by Ang Lee, and a long-running television series and spin-off television movies starring Bill Bixby as Banner and Lou Ferrigno as the Hulk. Article from Wikipedia

Hulk Series

The movie

Things change......Viernes noche

VIERNES

The world was on fire
no one could save me but you

¿Gafas o lentillas? Piensa, decide. Lentillas, más sexy, más cool, ¡más overpower!
No me afeito, me mola la pseudo barba de “adulto” conseguida tras semanas sin rasurarme, a lo George Michael, se sale.
Colonia, Aqua di Gio, de Giorgio Armani, la chavala del corte ingles me dijo que le encantaba.
Ropa, mmm, pantacas vaqueros medio rotos, botas militares color morado camiseta verde algo roída. Limpio y sucio, interesante, demoledor, peligroso…voy a quemar Madrid, haré de la noche mi amante y de sus chicas mi comida ¡ñam!
Gomina, pelo mojado, dientes limpios… estoy de la ostia.
Los colegas, los porros, el buga, todo listo, la guerra aguarda y esta noche mi infiltración en las líneas enemigas será perfecta. Visitaré el jardín prohibido y haré de los montes gemelos mi monumento.
Suena el portero, me espera el carro de combate, armado y a tope de gasofa.
Centro de operaciones a invadir: Teatro Kapital.
Bajo la ventanilla, el aire nocturno mueve mi pelo, aclara mis ideas, fumo, dejo el humo escapar de mi boca lentamente mientras sonrío, soy un puto cazador nena.
Treinta minutos para aparcar, no importa, son las 12 y Kapital me abre sus puertas, tengo dieciocho años, soy Dios.
Cola de media hora, las 12:30. Hora estimada de entrada: 1:00.
Oscuridad, pasos vacilantes, cierto respeto a lo que me encontraré. Bang bang luces, música, colores, aromas, y… el enemigo a batir: ¡pibas! ¡Miles, millones de pibas!
Miro a los colegas con cara de baboso retardado y ellos me responden de la misma forma ¡Esta noche triunfamos como la Pepsi!
Armas de seducción masiva, fortunita light, pasta pa copichuelas, algún porrete para las más atrevidas y…el palique. Mil frases aprendidas ¡Rompecorazones! Eso es lo que eres. Caminas mirando a todas partes, ocultando las babas e intentando parecer interesante.
Suben las gogo´s y no es lo único que sube, ya me entiendes. Tengo el misil atómico en plena cuenta atrás, calma coño, piensa en algo… las notas. Joder que bajón, no, si al final lloraré.
¡Whisky te necesito! Hasta los mejores guerreros tomaban sus pociones de poder. Yo soy un soldado, la elite coño, hoy venceré.
Como está la camarera, madre de Dios. No atino a decir qué quiero tomar, ni a la segunda ni a la tercera, balbuceo como un bebé, seré gilipollas. Ella me sonríe, me entiende, está buena y lo sabe. Se aprovecha de ello. Vale nena, apúntate un tanto. Pero yo ganaré la guerra.
A mi lado dos objetivos, vestidas de seda con aroma a jazmín, piel canela, ojos de agua. Me miran, me han pillado babeando ¡Coño que putada!
Camino entre la multitud de danzarines con el pene-radar cargadito de pilas. Tu-tu, tu-tu…menc, menc, alerta, alerta, gorda, ¡una mina! ¡Badabum!
Una rubia impresionante. A mi me gustan las morenas, pero esto es la guerra: tío Sam me ha otorgado un objetivo y yo soy su soldado. ¡A cumplir marine!
Me mira, me sonríe, me indica que me acerque con la mano. Ohhhh triunfada.
Tras 30 minutos de charleta uno descubre que: tiene novio, esta super enamorada de la muerte, el novio se ha ido con sus colegas, estaba aburrida, quería volver a sentirse irresistible. ¡Puta!
Flashes, humo, calor, frío, subidón. Se eriza la pelusilla de mi nuca, alguien me mira. Ojos almendrados, pelo castaño corto. Top amarillo, pantalones ajustados, zapatos de tacón. Me sonríe. Todas mis alarmas saltan. Cargo las balas del palique. Me acerco, me sigue sonriendo. Coño que de verdad es a mí. Las palabras salen atropelladamente, me contesta, le interesa mi estúpida conversación. No la oigo, su nombre se pierde en la música. Entonces llega. La amiga, el callo, el ser abominable de las profundidades del abismo. Me mira como si fuese un ladrón a punto de robar su mayor tesoro. Me enseña los dientes de hiena, sus uñas de bruja arañan la fina telaraña de seducción que laboriosamente había tejido entorno a mi suculenta presa. Se la lleva, se va, la arranca de mi lado y se confunden entre la multitud. Joder, joder, joder ¡ZORRA!
Mis colegas se han acercado un grupito de objetivos. Como buen Ranger acudo en su ayuda. ¡Uh Ha! Besos, me dicen su nombre, pero no me interesa, lo olvido al instante. Sigo el rollo, aguanta soldado. Tengo una copa llena en la mano y cierto colocón, esto me asegura media hora de absoluta nulidad, mejora mis condiciones de aguante y paciencia. Una hora después, la sonrisa se me ha torcido de tanto forzarla. Paso de esos muermos y me encamino a la barra… eso, ahoga las penas soldado.
La camarera de antes, simpática, charla conmigo, me entretiene, la miro a la cara, mírala a la cara, joder, a la cara, las mujeres tienen ojos, no bajes capullo, sube la vista, sube, no bajes más, ojos, ojos, las mujeres tienen ojos…no, no, no, no le mires el escote, sube la mirada! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ¡que la cagas soldado!
La noche se acaba, cambian el estilo de música…baladas. Parejitas besándose, agarrados, qué tierno… ¡Unos cojones, yo quiero una para mí!
Tienes tu oportunidad, vamos tronco, trinca a una por banda y sácala a bailar. No quedan, bueno sí, unos enormes seres con bigote llamadas camioneras y tíos, una completa plantación de nabos. Mis amigos se han liado con las gremlins ¿Pero estas cosas no tenían prohibido comer después de las 12:00? Espero que no llueva.
La barra del bar ya es mi colega. Con un codo apoyado, fumo y bebo. Voy borracho, tengo la boca pastosa de tanto piti, me duele la cabeza, la garganta, vamos como si me hubiesen reventado a mamporros. No queda donde rascar, el enemigo ha vencido, hoy me voy sin medalla.
6:00 más pedo que Alfredo. No me he comido un rosco. El colega del coche ha triunfado y se ha ido con una piba. Me tocará metro, lleno de parejitas dándose el lote a saco y tu mirando como gilipollas. Autobús, cama. Y Mañana será otro día.


Sábado, ¡arriba marine!

¿Gafas o lentillas? Piensa, decide. Gafas, más sexy, más cool, ¡más overpower!
Me afeito, no me mola la pseudo barba de “adulto” conseguida tras semanas sin rasurarme, a lo George Michael, no triunfa.
Colonia, D´ior, de D´ior, la chavala de Juteco me dijo que le encantaba.
Ropa, mmm, pantacas vaqueros medio rotos, botas militares color negro, camisa blanca inmaculada. Limpio, interesante, demoledor, peligroso…voy a quemar Madrid, haré de la noche mi amante y de sus chicas mi comida ¡ñam!
Gomina, pelo mojado, dientes limpios… estoy de la ostia.
Los colegas, los porros, el autobús, todo listo, la guerra aguarda y esta noche mi infiltración en las líneas enemigas será perfecta. Visitaré el jardín prohibido y haré de los montes gemelos mi monumento…


Hay una guerra que ganar…¡SOLDADO!

What a wicked game to playto make me feel this waywhat a wicked thing to doto let me dream of youwhat a wicked thing to sayyou never felt this waywhat a wicked thing to doto make me dream of you


Circunflejo

.................................COMER

La oferta de la Boqueria se amplía con pequeños locales donde podemos comer y beber. Hay un total de 10 establecimientos de dos clases distintas; los "Kiokos" bar para tomar un café, un refresco o un aperitivo y pequeños bares-restaurantes para sentarse en tamburetes y saborear los económicos menús o los platos más típicos, sin salir del mercado. Entre ellos, encontramos el Kiosko Universal para tomar un recomendable menú del día, el bar Pinotxo con la amabilidad del Juanito, encargado del bar y personaje clave en la Boquería a lo largo de los años, que nos cuenta como ha ganado el mercado con su remodelación. También podemos tomar alguna tapa en el Bar Quim de la Boquería o comer un rico chocolate con churros en el bar Sant Josep. Al final del mercado, en la Plaza Garduña, encontramos un restaurante que lleva el mismo nombre, reformado con las últimas obras de reestructuración del mercado, que ofrece platos de cocina mediterránea y catalana a diferentes precios, y menús del día .
Recomendamos comer en alguno de los lugares que acabamos de nombrar, pero si en caso de preferir comer a la carta, el mercado de la Boquería está rodeado de conocidos restaurantes donde elegir suculentos platos de cocina mediterránea. Tal es el caso del restaurante El Turia, http://www.barcelona-on-line.es/elturia, en la calle Petxina que ofrece platos renovados y variados, pescados, marisco y un económico menú de mediodía.También destacamos El Convent, en la calle Jerusalem, especialista en cocina catalana y el restaurante La Palmera que ofrece cocina de mercado, situado detrás de la Boquería.

El mercado de la Boquería se encuentra en La Rambla 101 y abre sus puertas de 8:00 h. de la mañana a 20:30 h. de la noche.

Ring-a-Ring o' Roses

Tony Rogers here poses the following question:
"Does the nursery rhyme Ring-a-Ring o' Roses really commemorate an outbreak of bubonic plague?"

The following nursery rhyme commemorates a specific historical event:

Ring-a-ring o’ roses,A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo!We all fall down.

That event being, of course, either the Great Plague of London (1664-6) which killed 70,000 people in south-east England, or possibly the Black Death, which in five years in the middle of the 14th century wiped out a full third of Europe‘s population.

Well, I’m here to confess to you that I’ve learned the error of my ways. It would seem that modern experts, including Iona and Peter Opie (editors of The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes, 1951) and Gloria T. Delamar (Mother Goose: From Nursery to Literature, 1987), are very sceptical of the idea of any bubonic plague being the inspiration for Ring-a-Ring o’ Roses.
It is tempting, of course, to see a plague as the source of the rhyme. The “roses” could plausibly refer to the rash that always accompanies the disease, the “posies” to herbs and spices used to sweeten the air, while “a-tishoo” would represent the sneezing, and “we all fall down” would imply inevitable death. A related conjecture would have it that the “ring” referred to the red spot that marked the onset of the disease.

No doubt, the belief arose because a handful of nursery rhymes do derive from historical events or personalities, like Little Jack Horner (Thomas Horner of Mells), The Brave Old Duke of York (probably George III’s son, Frederick), Jack Sprat (Archdeacon Pratt), and Humpty-Dumpty (Richard III — maybe). Nevertheless, as a rule,
[a]lthough many ingenious theories have been advanced attributing hidden significance, especially political allusions, to nursery rhymes, there is no reason to suppose they are any more arcane than the popular songs of the day. (Encyclopaedia Britannica)
For Ring-a-Ring o’ Roses the case today seems clear. It is no more than a nursery chant, first recorded in print in 1881, one “which instantly rises from the lips of small children whenever they join hands in a circle”. (Opie) There are several variants of the song, and in none of them do the words imply any reference to the Great Plague.

Furthermore,
. . . the time-lapse between the plague and the appearance of the game, diminishes . . . [the plague] theory. Satires are almost always written about then-current events . . . The [plague] interpretations continue to surface, however, probably because people in some perverse way would like to believe that the innocent rhyme has a grim history. (Delamar)
(The Black Death, of course was even more remote in time from the first appearance of Ring-a-Ring o’ Roses, and thus even less likely to be the idea behind the verse.)
In short, the whole far-fetched bubonic edifice can be seen — if I may be so bold to put it in this non-Shakespearian way — as no more than the speculative jerry-building of “a house on both your plagues”.
Yet if you thought all that was too much, consider this. There’s a fellow on the Internet, one Rich Stoney, who believes strongly that “some versions of Ring a-round a Rosy are based on the mythology of the Hindu god Shiva”.
In particular, he identifies the rhyme’s source as Shiva’s Dance of Bliss, which “re-energizes life”. From his point of view, the sneezing interpretation of “A-tishoo!” is quite wrong:
I suggest that in reality, it is coughing as a result of his violent dance actions during which mountains are flattened and the cosmos themselves [sic] are destroyed.
Those who have recovered sufficiently to read on may now relax to the sound of a nice example of a 1949 parody which the Opies provide:
Ring-a-ring o’ geranium,A pocket full of uranium,Hiro, Shima,All fall down.
The Oxford Dictionary has a germane quote, too, albeit a quite mysterious one, from The Times (1/4/1974, 1/8):
Strong men blenched and broke into a sweat of embarrassment when made to dance "Ring-a-ring o’ roses" in public outside Guildhall.
Tarnation seize me! What was going on outside Guildhall? If one of our readers gets to check this out before I do, I’d love to hear the full story.
But note that date.

Rhyme or Reason — Tony Rogers

Other versions:

"Ring Around the Rosie" has many different variant forms which omit some of the "plague" references or clearly have nothing whatsoever to do with death or disease. For example, versions published by William Wells Newell in 1883:

Ring a ring a rosie, A bottle full of posie, All the girls in our town, Ring for little Josie.
Round the ring of roses, Pots full of posies, The one stoops the last Shall tell whom she loves the best.

Or this version from Charlotte Sophia Burne's 1883 Shropshire Folk-Lore:
Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, One for Jack, and one for Jim, And one for little Moses. A-tischa! A-tischa! A-tischa!

Or this version collected by Alice Gomme and published in the Dictionary of British Folk-Lore in 1898:
Ring, a ring o' roses, A pocket full o' posies, Up-stairs and down-stairs, In my lady's chamber -- Husher! Husher! Cuckoo!

Cuando haces "POP" ya no hay "STOP"

El pulpo es un marisco muy conocido por todos que se clasifica dentro del grupo de los moluscos blandos. Goza de gran interés gastronómico en la cocina atlántica y muy particularmente en la costa gallega. Por ello, es interesante conocer la manera que preparan este manjar en tierras gallegas y poder degustarlo en otras regiones de España. La receta típica de cocinar este marisco en Galicia se conoce como Pulpo a feira. El pulpo se cuece, se trocea en rodajas y se aliña con aceite de oliva, sal y pimentón. Esta preparación sabe mucho mejor si se sirve sobre un plato de madera.
La clave: ablandar su carne
Por lo general, el pulpo se vende limpio y con la carne ablandada, pero es conveniente ablandar algo más su carne antes de cocinarlo. Esto se consigue congelando el pulpo durante dos días para matar el nervio, ya que al transformarse el agua del propio alimento en hielo, éste ocupa un mayor volumen y hace que se rompan los tejidos y por tanto la carne queda más tierna. Se consigue también el mismo resultado golpeando la carne del pulpo contra una superficie dura, sin necesidad de congelarlo.
Si se ha decidido congelar el pulpo, un día antes de cocinarlo, se descongela en el frigorífico sobre una fuente para que escurran los jugos. Para cocerlo, se pone al fuego una cazuela con agua y una cebolla y cuando rompa a hervir se añade el pulpo. Se debe hacer sujetándolo por la cabeza y durante tres veces seguidas, se mete y se saca de la cazuelea, antes de soltarlo definitivamente; a esta técnica se le conoce como "asustar el pulpo".El tiempo de cocción depende del tamaño de la pieza; así por ejemplo un pulpo de un kilo y cuarto se cocinará durante treinta y cinco o cuarenta minutos. Una vez cocido se retira del fuego, se tapa la cazuela y se deja reposar unos 15 minutos para evitar que se caiga la piel. A la hora de servir, se corta en trozos no muy gruesos y se sazona con sal y aceite de oliva virgen. El toque final se consigue espolvoreando sobre el pulpo una mezcla de pimentón dulce y picante, según el gusto de los comensales.