
terça-feira, 21 de setembro de 2004
MOTTI: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they've obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it!
VADER: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.
MOTTI: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the Rebel's hidden fort...
[Suddenly Motti chokes and starts to turn blue under Vader's spell.]
VADER: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
TARKIN: Enough of this! Vader, release him!
VADER: As you wish.
quinta-feira, 16 de setembro de 2004
"R.A.M.O.N.E.S."
MOTORHEAD
New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio,
[Chorus:]
Misfits, twilight zone,
R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S
RAMONES,
Bad boy rock, bad boy roll,
Gabba gabba, see them go,
C. Jay now hit the gas,
Hear Marky kick some ass,
Go Johnny, go, go, go, go Tommy o-way-o,
[Chorus]
Bad boys then, bad boys now,
Good buddies, mau, mau, mau,
Keep it up, rock 'n' roll, good music save your soul,
Dee Dee, he left home,
Joey call me on the phone.
[Chorus]
terça-feira, 09 de março de 2004
O sindicato produzirá painéis com cópias de demonstrativos de pagamentos para mostrar que muitos trabalhadores passaram a ter salários líquidos menores por causa do congelamento da tabela, já que deixaram de ser isentos após a campanha salarial do ano passado. Na ocasião, os metalúrgicos do ABC obtiveram reajustes salariais de 15% (parte das autopeças) a 18,01% (restante das autopeças e montadoras). Segundo os sindicalistas, alguns trabalhadores deixaram de ser isentos e outros mudaram de faixa de recolhimento, o que resultou em um rendimento líquido menor."
Ridículo, até onde eu sei o presidente e um metalúrgico do ABC, bom para os petistas manés perceberem que e tudo a mesma bosta, tem que se foder mesmo.
sexta-feira, 05 de março de 2004
Pra que fazer bem feito se você pode fazer três vezes.
quarta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2004
sexta-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2004
quinta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2004
O worm não usa nenhum bug do Windows, nao culpem a MS dessa vez, alias, quase todos os clientes de mail com menos de 2 anos sem updates avisam o usuario "Você tem certeza que quer instalar o worm? SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM"
Pode-se concluir que:
- Existem muitos idiotas usando e-mail (sim, eu sei que existem muitos idiotas no planeta, mas não sabia que boa parte usava e-mail).
- Nunca subestime a capacidade dos idiotas, eles nao leem nada, clicam em qualquer coisa.
quarta-feira, 28 de janeiro de 2004
Sindicato dos Empregados da Administração das Empresas de Jornais e Revistas e de Empresas
de Comunicação Provedoras de Conteúdo na Internet do Estado de São Paulo
Bando de filho da puta, se você apóia esses manés, vai tomar no cu, se você e petista pode ir também.
sexta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2004
Apple Introduces Macintosh Advanced Personal Computer
CUPERTINO, Calif., January 24, 1984--Apple Computer today unveiled its much-anticipated Macintosh computer, a sophisticated, affordably priced personal computer designed for business people, professionals and students in a broad range of fields. Macintosh is available in all dealerships now. Based on the advanced, 32-bit architecture developed for Apple's Lisa computer, Macintosh combines extraordinary computing power with exceptional ease of use--in a unit that is smaller and lighter than most transportable computers. The suggested retail price for Macintosh is $2,495, which during the introductory period also includes a word-processing program and graphics package.
If you're a spammer please do the world a favour and kill yourself.
Consider the Spammer
that lowly form of life
they are below pond-scum
in the evolutionary chain.
Plugging their viagra
and peddling their porn,
polluting my inbox
deserving of my scorn.
Filters overloading
SpamCop just got shot,
next my Outlook crashes
from junk even Norton can't stop.
Nobody buys their shit
but the bastards still press send
each day brings yet more junk
clogging up cyberspace
and all of it is bunk!
Clever little shitheads
annoying little scum.
When considering the filth of the Internet
the Spammer rates as number 1.
quinta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2003
Não, para infelicidade geral eu não morri.
Você e petista? Votou no Lula?
Tem mais que se foder mesmo, otário.
sexta-feira, 19 de setembro de 2003

Red Barchetta
Rush
Moving Pictures (1981)
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...
Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...
Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.
Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.
Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm, to dream with my uncle at the fireside.
sexta-feira, 12 de setembro de 2003
quinta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2003

Painkiller
[Glenn Tipton, Rob Halford & K.K. Downing]
Faster than a bullet
Terrifying scream
Enraged and full of anger
He's half man and half machine
Rides the Metal Monster
Breathing smoke and fire
Closing in with vengeance soaring high
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Planets devastated
Mankind's on its knees
A saviour comes from out the skies
In answer to their pleas
Through boiling clouds of thunder
Blasting bolts fo steel
Evils going under deadly wheels
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Faster than a lazer bullet
Louder than an atom bomb
Chromium plated boiling metal
Brighter than a thousand suns
Flying high on rapture
Stronger free and brave
Nevermore encaptured
They've been brought back from the grave
With mankind ressurrected
Forever to survive
Returns from Armageddon to the skies
He is the Painkiller
This is the Painkiller
Wings of steel Painkiller
Deadly wheels Painkiller
domingo, 24 de agosto de 2003
Seguindo a dica do Tetsuo comecei a jogar Homeworld, que vício, o jogo e de 99, realmente nem devia rodar naquela epoca, mês que vem vai sair o Homeworld 2.
"Combining elements of real-time strategy and space combat, Homeworld™ delivers an evolutionary step in gameplay and technology. Cinematic-quality graphics, stunning special effects, brilliantly rendered ships and an innovative interface combine to create an immersive 3-D experience."
Com direito a trilha sonora do YES
Homeworld (The Ladder) 9:33
Nothing can take us far enough
Emotion... far enough together
As the light shines so bright
Bright enough to let us in
Nothing can bridge our souls.
Devotion... fast enough together
As the power proves you right
Right enough to let you begin
So many displaced among the future dreamers
Realised their doubles
Took a new step
A question of origin
Only in the recent past
Seeking for to realise
Skyward shone
Like beacons
A question of origin
Ten thousand millions free
To the westward light
The dreamers represent
This arc of peace
As the poets entranced
The anchor redeemed
Secrets of science
The history of the future
Was surely made
Just what keeps us so alive
Just what makes us realise
Our home
Is our world, our life
Home is our world
Nothing can take us far enough
Emotion... far enough together
As the light shines so bright
Bright enough to let us in
Nothing can bridge our souls
Devotion... fast enough together
As the power proves you right
Right enough to let you begin
Speak so fast to the prophets
Of the living
Looking for the signs
Spanning out the centuries
Search for truth
Ancient ones... they watch
And listen
Carry our wishes...
Took upon themselves to guide us
Through the endless skies
Just what keeps us so alive
Just what makes us realise
Our home
Is our world, our life
Our hope is our world, our life
I have seen the passion
That's in the hope that everyone
Will find their way into
The secret of
The home of your heart
Living within the vision
Within the power, beyond belief
We see that hate destroys the soul
Of anyone who tries to teach it
I have seen the dream
That's in your heart
That's in your eyes
To bring you closer to the one
It. s what keeps us so alive
It's what makes us realise
Our home is our world, our life
Just what keeps us so alive
Just what makes us realise
Our home
Is our world, our life
Home is our world, our life
Send, ascending to the secrets
All is pure and clear to resolve
Nothing can change us now
Send, ascending to the future
Nothing can ever change us now
We follow the sun
We follow the sun
We follow the sun
Truth is a simple place
Here for us all to see
Reach as it comes to you
As it comes to me
As I will always need you inside my heart
Peace is a word we teach
A place for us all to reach
Sing as it sings to you
As it sings to me
As I will always need you inside my heart
Terror sem como deve ser :) Trash
Segundo livro da série que virou mini-série do Sci-Fi Channel, muito bom
terça-feira, 12 de agosto de 2003
Ziggy Stardust
David Bowie
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly
The spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy’s band
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick ‘em by smiling
He could leave ‘em to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass, he was the nazz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band.
Oh yeah
Ooooooo
Ziggy played guitaarrrrrr
quinta-feira, 07 de agosto de 2003
Eu acho que esse cara trabalha aqui.

quarta-feira, 06 de agosto de 2003
Your Guide to Looking Busy at Work
Muito legal esse site Kuro5hin, technology and culture, from the trenches, dica do Tetsuo.




