… and all of a sudden, Fernando, the Software Pirate found out from where all his movies, music, games and program “backups”* were coming from!
* Obviously, it’s completely against my ethics
to download something I don’t already own!
I just had to post this 2 silly photos from this weekend. Thanks for the two gift hats, Alex. Next will be the plastic parrot I can imagine.
(click to enlarge)
Ok, we all know she explores everything but this is maybe too much. Being serious (somehow) now, how can the production directors approve even this at the concept stage from the product designers? The (phalic) “thing” is selling on Amazon and every online (and offline) store that sells Dora stuff, which means everywhere.
What’s next? Noddy starts harassing people on the streets? Oh wait, that already happened…
[PT] Ora aqui está um post q me fez rir.
Obviamente por motivos parvos, pra variar. Deixo o link para visitarem.
A sério, façam o sacrifício de perder 20 segundos para ler.
Just another weekend at lake Leman. With my sister this time. Wind was basically absent this time so lots of swimming (and sunburns). She also finished her “pimp my boat” operation with white (faux) leather all over the place, getting rid of the orange overdose.
Yep, my cat (Shift) is one year old now, a lot bigger but… despite all sofas, bean bag, his cat tree, my bed, whatever… the glass fruit bowl is still his bed. This started around October last year and despite the fact that he doesn’t basically fit there anymore, fruit still gets banished systematically and that’s his cold and hard and probably not comfortable (that’s for pussies) bed.
Click the photo to enlarge or click here to see last year’s cat in the fruit bowl post.
At last. Seems like we jumped directly from a crappy “feels-like-Winter” Spring season to real Summer. But Friday it was really hot so I decided to spend the weekend on the lake with my nephew and niece. My sister and brother in law joined us Saturday for lunch and a quick stroll on the lake.
Here’s a few more pictures. Most of them crappy since they were taken with the iPhone.
(click pictures to enlarge)
It was really sunny, no clouds and the water temperature in the middle of the lake was 21°C which ended up inviting me (and my nephew) for a swim. Looking forward for next weekend. And for my face sunburn to look less obvious by Monday.
Há algumas semanas, sou brindado com um bonito folheto cor-de-laranja fluorescente de uma agência de viagens portuguesa na caixa do correio. Antes de mais, é interessante notar que embora eu tenha a sinalização oficial para não receber “lixo” não solicitado, recebo várias porcarias do género portuguesas, tal como qualquer um que tenha um nome de português na caixa-do-correio. A maioria delas são para créditos pessoais e seguros de saúde, que qualquer dia tão direito a um post também com a quantidade de bacoradas lá escritas (tais como “seguranças de maladia” e “impréstimos para qualqueres valores”).
Deixando isso para um próximo post, vamos analizar apenas o cabeçalho deste: Carla Voyages, oferece-nos bilhetes d’aviâo para Pascua, Verâo e Natal. Não interessa para onde se vai mas sim quando! Devemos louvar o facto de ao menos saberem escrever Natal. Infelizmente não há bilhetes para a Prymavèra ou d’Imvernu…
Por muito que o bonito sol-clipart do logotipo e a cor do panfleto me tenham cativado (e quase cegado), não me arrisco a reservar “vacances” com eles pois tenho imenso medo de tratar de um pacote para as Seychelles e ir parar… ao Seixal. Ou marcar umas férias na Australia e ir parar a… Aljustrel. Enfim, estão a picar-me bastante para fazer um telefonema (e gravar) e “testar” o nível de profissionalismo. Enfim, isto inspira-me mesmo para começar a guardar os panfletos dos “Impréstimos”.
OK, I would love to help Mozilla beat the download record but since yesterday I just have no more patience for server down/busy messages. Anyway, if ALL their servers are busy with people downloading, I am sure they already have the record on their hands (unless they planned less server power than the number they wanted to reach). So, since I don’t want to wait anymore, I just started downloading trough this torrent (for mac) a few seconds ago… OK, it’s almost finished (that was fast) so I am kind of curious. Here I go. If someone gets the windows torrent please post it on the comments. I hope Firefox3 rules (as its predecessors).
[PT] Mais uma trágica música sobre mais um coitadinho que foi abandonado pela namorada. Desta vez sem MSN nem Powerpoints pelo meio. Um videoclip trágico e comovente sobre o tema de 90% da música popular Portuguesa. Mais uma pérola do Laboratolarilolela que me fez desatar a rir desalmadamente e a ir procurar o video imediatamente. Tomem especialmente atenção ao refrão desta obra do artista “Malaguetas” e castiguem-se a ver este videoclip até ao fim pois o momento “telemóvel voador” e a queda de joelhos perto da mesa das superbocks são algo a não perder.
UPDATE:
Infelizmente, o rapaz, provavelmente com a ajuda do fenómeno Lboratolarilolela, viu que andava a receber visitas a mais no video que colocou (com orgulho?) no Youtube e provvelmente começaram a atirar-lhe coisas nas ruas e… resultado: This video has been removed by the user.
Temos pena…
UPDATE:
Não podemos ver o talentoso rapaz mas podem ouvir aqui a sua arte a ser destilalada por Markl e companhia no >> Laboratolarilolela.
From now on, clicking on the following icon (which will be also on the blog’s sidebar) will take you to my Flickr photostream, which is plugged directly to my iPhone.
This might be completely random stuff since whatever picture I take in the iPhone is uploaded trough WiFi or Edge automatically. Whatever I think it will be worth a shot. I might explain or even comment it later. Or not. I might use it later on some post here. It can be funny. It can be not funny. It can be whatever.
Despite what it looks like, I had one of my best dinners ever, yesterday. This was at my colleague Zubaria’s wedding. Post to come soon when I join my picture’s with Tina’s, who did the official paparazzi role. I am a fan of Pakistani food from now, officially.
By the way, sorry for the post slowdown but I am in my second week with my nice whooping cough (coqueluche, pertussis) so what I want most when not coughing and specially after back from work is to rest.
[PT] No comments… Gostei especialmente das luzes que piscam “assim”.
Yet another CastroVerdian visit (getting really common lately). Chic Alfred’s and Dealer’s Silvia (Silvia do Chico Alfredo e da Dilar) this time. And for a change, we (that’s Me, her and João) ended up in the alps, Jungfrau region. No snow anymore but weather was great and sunny for a nice hike… 22 Km downhill all the way from Mürren to the Hotel in the valley. Probably they hate me now. Obviously this was after knocking at the producer’s doors at Gimmelwald for cheese, dry sausage, bread, milk and homemade yogurt. And eating like there’s no tomorrow with quite an interesting view, as the photos can show on the gallery below. We even were able to take a picture of Heidi’s grandfather smoking his pipe on his balcony. I took the opportunity to paint Marta’s (Simões) ribbon for her end of studies ceremony, “Queima das fitas” (finally). I tied a cow bell in on of its ends and draw a picture of Heidi (afterdark version). Congratulations by the way (Marta, not Heidi). The last day we visited some waterfalls inside the mountain, quite claustrophobic, draining 25 square quilometers of glacier and snow. Our ears were buzzing for quite a while afterwards. Then we headed towards Geneva again, stopped three hours soaking at the Lavey-les-bains SPA/thermal baths and after completely set in zombie mode, drove to Evian and had some pizza at my boat (with sunset included) before ending in Geneva. OK, enough blah blah blah. Click below for the gallery.
So here’s my little contribution to 30onAIR. Put quickly, someone arrives at you with a camera and you are supposed to have 30 seconds (or so) to say something, in this case about the conference. In my case, Koen the Weggheleire was the cameraman. This was on the second day. After day one, at the end of the day, we had dozens of (sponsored) bottles of wine following us around the hotel (together with the sandwich basket)… until almost 5am! By the way, nice to meet you all: Koen, Robin, Michael, Cyril, Tomislav, Georgik, Rostilav, Antti, Marco and everyone else I might have forgotten the name (like the guy hiding bottles of wine on his pants). Hope I see you all in Max/December/Milan again. Email me at meATfcolacoDOTcom. More info (Facebook, Hi5, MSN messenger) in my about page. Say something if you’re around Switzerland!
Highlighting again my geeks-might-have-sense-of-humor pseudo campaign I suggest you see some of my favorites, listed here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRVqUt4BbXE (Silverlight premonition)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0DfLw2Yu7Q (The surreal salsa train)
Entire collection HERE and more at 30onair.com
Cyril also did put a Flickr Group in place. Thanks.
[PT] Daqueles que valem a pena referenciar:
Conversa numa paragem de autocarroPai: Não sei qual é o autocarro para o CERN. Vamos perguntar ao motorista.
Filho: Acho que é o 56
Eu (a tentar ajudar): Boa tarde. Os autocarros que vão para o CERN são 56 e o Y
Pai (com voz grossa e de poucos amigos): Merci, mais je ne sais pas…O que o terá levado a mudar para francês de repente? :)
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Muitas vezes já me senti tentado a meter o PDA a gravar no eléctrico especialmente quando vou de casa para o trabalho ao final do dia, pois é rara a vez em que não se apanham pérolas destas. Dava para fazer um podcast só disso. Normalmente enervam-me essas situações mas ultimamente fazem-me apenas desatar a rir (para dentro).
A semana passada, uma peixeirada entre um casal dos seus 40 e poucos anos: Aparentemente ela viu que o marido tinha uma chamada não atendida de uma Araldete (nome bonito). Em 5 minutos de gritaria decidiu-se que ele tinha de apagar TODOS os contactos com nomes de mulheres no telemóvel. “Quem é esta p*** desta Sofia” > “Mas essa é a minha sobrinha” > “Apagas já essa m**** meu grande ****ão filho da ****” (etc). No final do circo, depois de alguns 20 ou 30 contactos apagados, o momento em que tive de desatar a rir e perder a minha anonimidade como tuga: “PRONTOS! Agora essas bacas já num te podem telefonar!”… No comments!
