<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903</id><updated>2011-12-05T09:43:57.827-02:00</updated><title type='text'>* insanity, at a glance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;descobrir qual o real significado da minha existência ... e tem dias que desistir é uma grande, grande, grande vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1871192939081399645?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1871192939081399645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1871192939081399645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1871192939081399645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1871192939081399645'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5326669206725968368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-changes.html' title='little changes'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7772967564184347230</id><published>2008-07-14T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:27:24.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o último post foi legal ...</title><content type='html'>mas quem diabos nesse mundo faria &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/brasil/interna/0,,OI3006997-EI5030,00.html"&gt;uma coisa destas&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7772967564184347230?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7772967564184347230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7772967564184347230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7772967564184347230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7772967564184347230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-ltimo-post-foi-legal.html' title='o último post foi legal 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SHrT27KarAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mqg1KzNCLBg/s400/juno-poster2-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222719658437291010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;posso dizer que &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0467406/"&gt;juno&lt;/a&gt; é realmente muito muito muito gostoso de assistir. fazia muito tempo que eu não gostava tanto de assistir um filme como este. se ele tivesse 240 e 10 minutos, os passaria assistindo completamente vidrado! extremamente delicioso ... o tempo passou voando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ultimamente assisti muitos filmes que gostei, como: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478311/"&gt;ligeiramento grávidos&lt;/a&gt; - pelo fato de me identificar muito com o personagem principal do filme (após a indicação de amigos, é claro); &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371746/"&gt;ironman&lt;/a&gt; - pelas minhas gargalhadas escandalosas no cinema ao lembrar de como as leis de newton não existem na bolha hollywoodiana; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0421073/"&gt;street kings&lt;/a&gt; - keanu reeves continua sendo um bom ator sem a sina do mark hamill; ainda com keanu - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405296/"&gt;a scanner darkly&lt;/a&gt; é cabuloso; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0245429/"&gt;a viagem de chihiro&lt;/a&gt; é digno de n-repetecos; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364569/"&gt;oldboy&lt;/a&gt; é muito, muito, MUITO fora da casinha; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0433387/"&gt;harsh times&lt;/a&gt; desce quadrado e é pesado, altamente pesado; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367882/"&gt;indiana jones e a caveira bla bla bla&lt;/a&gt; - vide post anterior, maldito spielberg, e eternos aplausos ao sessentão ford; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/"&gt;american gangster&lt;/a&gt; - "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are you gonna do what? shoot me?&lt;/span&gt;"; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066921/"&gt;laranja mecânica&lt;/a&gt; - às vezes um pouco de sorte ... ; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412080/"&gt;the world's fastest indian&lt;/a&gt; - anthony hopkins, é preciso dizer algo mais?; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0309987/"&gt;the dreamers&lt;/a&gt; - típico filme que começa 3h da manhã em um fim de semana de ócio absoluto; e por fim &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120879/"&gt;velvet goldmine&lt;/a&gt; - um pouco de glam rock não faz mal a ninguém, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;basicamente nem todos os filmes são assim tão novos, mas o ócio de passar os últimos meses fazendo tcc, concluíndo a faculdade, vendo a empresa falir por motivos não muito peculiares e ter um certo desprezo pela hibernação o fazem derreter parte do cérebro com isto tudo. mas agora tudo volta ao normal: novo emprego, pós-graduação e afins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astalavista, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6401043011393938059?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6401043011393938059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6401043011393938059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6401043011393938059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6401043011393938059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/07/dos-filmes-da-nova-gerao.html' title='dos filmes da nova geração 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outras características de vertebrados terrestres? será que nesse planeta não tem variedade suficiente para o ócio criativo criar outros tipos de alienígenas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ou ninguém nunca pensou numa bola de gelatina gigante, asqueroza, rastejante, verde-fosforescente, capaz de calcular o pi com 10 trilhões de casas decimais em uma fração ínfima de segundo, vivendo aproximadamente 1.000 anos terrestres e comunicando-se eloquentemente por sinais luminosos? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2663637910930625848?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2663637910930625848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-109815075924294150</id><published>2008-05-07T00:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:11:02.571-03:00</updated><title type='text'>três amigos se encontram ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- O que você está fazendo na vida, João (ex-executivo da Pirelli)?&lt;br /&gt;- Bem... eu montei uma recauchutadora de pneus. Não tem aquela estrutura e organização que havia quando eu trabalhava na Pirelli mas vai indo muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;- E você, José (ex-gerente de vendas da Shell)?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu montei um posto de gasolina. Evidentemente também não tenho a estrutura e a organização do tempo que eu trabalhava na Shell, mas estou progredindo...&lt;br /&gt;- E você Orlando (ex-Gerente Executivo de Informática de uma grande empresa)?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu montei um puteiro.&lt;br /&gt;- Um puteiro ???&lt;br /&gt;- É, um puteiro! É claro que não é aquela zona toda da Informática, mas já tá dando algum lucro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Segue o motivo: o que é trabalhar com informática:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Você trabalha em horários estranhos (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;2 - Te pagam para fazer o cliente feliz (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;3 - Seu trabalho vai sempre além do expediente (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;4 - Você é mais produtivo à noite (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;5 - Você é recompensado por realizar as idéias mais absurdas do cliente (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;6 - Seus amigos se distanciam de você e você só anda com outros iguais a você (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;7 - Quando você vai ao encontro do cliente você precisa estar apresentável (que nem as putas), mas quando você volta parece que saiu do inferno (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt; 8 - O cliente sempre quer pagar menos e quer que você faça maravilhas (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;9 - Quando te perguntam em que você trabalha você tem dificuldade para explicar (que nem as putas ).&lt;br /&gt;10 - Se as coisas dão errado é sempre culpa sua (que nem as putas).&lt;br /&gt;11 - Todo dia você acorda e diz: NÃO VOU PASSAR O RESTO DOS MEUS DIAS FAZENDO ISSO (que nem as putas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-109815075924294150?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/109815075924294150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=109815075924294150' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/109815075924294150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/109815075924294150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/05/trs-amigos-se-encontram.html' title='três amigos se encontram ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8302511547714730853</id><published>2008-04-04T19:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:09:00.939-03:00</updated><title type='text'>crap it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fock&lt;/em&gt;! eu aqui tendo de comparecer numa aula de laboratório depois de ficar NOVE HORAS na frente de um pc (...) ok, tudo bem que as nove horas foram exercendo minha profissão, porém aqui tenho tempo para escrever num maldito blog. porque será? .... bom, @&amp;amp;#%!@%, fafavor, ficar aqui preso por chamada numa aula onde estão todos atrasados em seus deveres por pura incompetência e preguiça, enquanto estou com tudo pronto desde o ano passado? VSF, eu deveria ter ido pra UFSC mesmo ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e outro c* dessa vida, é que tenho uma foto legal pra karay pra colocar aqui no blog E ela está no meu computador em casa, do qual esqueci de trazer na mochila hoje :P memória de peixe mesmo ... já nem devo saber meu nome mais. poderia eu estar inserido num mundo alternativo de sonhos, como da &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0245429/"&gt;chihiro&lt;/a&gt;? btw, se não viu este filme ainda, tá peidando na farofa à ponto de levantar poeira à lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Jodinelso Uolace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8302511547714730853?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8302511547714730853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8302511547714730853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8302511547714730853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8302511547714730853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/04/crap-it.html' title='crap it'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8743061420310349748</id><published>2008-03-18T08:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:24:03.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pythonices</title><content type='html'>aleatoriedades da vida ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="padding: 10px; font-size: 12px; background-color: #555; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(False, bool): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(0, bool): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(1, bool): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(True, bool): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(True, int): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(1, int): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;weee&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; if isinstance(1, bool): print "weee"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; teste = range(20)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; del teste[0:5]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; teste&lt;br /&gt;[5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; teste[True]&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; teste[False]&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8743061420310349748?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8743061420310349748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8743061420310349748' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8743061420310349748'/><link rel='self' 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sempre aqui. estou pensando em reformular meu blog, categorizá-lo para poder escrever mais sobre coisas pessoais, músicas e aparatos profissionais; afinal, misturar código fonte e colocar um pequeno texto reclamando da vida é nonsense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no mais, fica uma música que curto muito, e ..... bom, esperem uma reformulação para quando me sobrar mais tempo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiquem com Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoNPqtznoXk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoNPqtznoXk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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canivete'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4050962624214237784</id><published>2008-02-11T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:55:37.688-02:00</updated><title type='text'>and what it turns out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) it turns out that richard will have to get up again and over again. what the hell, man! this time let me shine a little bit ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and ah, of course ... some music, with a special meaning :-P hahaahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg3PusV3DTc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eg3PusV3DTc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4050962624214237784?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4050962624214237784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4050962624214237784' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4050962624214237784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4050962624214237784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-what-it-turns-out.html' title='and what it turns out?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2334193043342255333</id><published>2008-02-10T23:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:39:12.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>in this world ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cara, nunca me senti tão sozinho nesta p* de mundo  ... e na indecisão entre colocar uma ou outra música, vão as duas. que grande m*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l1p_NHFd8jM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtBnfJvf6eQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtBnfJvf6eQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2334193043342255333?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2334193043342255333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2334193043342255333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2334193043342255333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2334193043342255333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-this-world.html' title='in this world ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-5083250877582932548</id><published>2008-01-07T21:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:51:17.441-02:00</updated><title type='text'>queen nicks william's nintendo</title><content type='html'>a little bit of humor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;queen nicks william's nintendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;wii are amused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;former truck driver queen elizabeth ii has apparently become hooked on the nintendo wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to tabloid rag the people, her most royal majesty, who drove a truck during the war, happened to see prince william playing with his console and asked to have a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wills could not get his gran off the machine. one liked the ten-pin bowling game and considered oneself a bit of a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wills, who was given the game by his current squeeze kate middleton, thought it was a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a palace spokesman said that his only difficulty now is prising the controller from the queen's clutches. there was a small matter about who could lock whom up for treason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her majesty is a bit of a techie. she got her first mobile in 2001, and was an early adopter of email. although she has an ipod she does not have an iphone because she is a serious blackberry user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by nick farrell for &lt;a href="http://www.theinquirer.net/gb/inquirer/news/2008/01/07/wii-amused"&gt;the inquirer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5083250877582932548?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/5083250877582932548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=5083250877582932548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5083250877582932548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5083250877582932548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/01/queen-nicks-williams-nintendo.html' title='queen nicks william&apos;s nintendo'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1470784092425788635</id><published>2008-01-06T15:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:15:13.307-02:00</updated><title type='text'>indy rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/R4EMNSm8W5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GDQJYF_Rf2o/s1600-h/indianaposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/R4EMNSm8W5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GDQJYF_Rf2o/s400/indianaposter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152412871161568146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah! mal posso esperar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1470784092425788635?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1470784092425788635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1470784092425788635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1470784092425788635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1470784092425788635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2008/01/indy-rules.html' title='indy rules'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/R4EMNSm8W5I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/GDQJYF_Rf2o/s72-c/indianaposter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4980223232856569761</id><published>2008-01-01T14:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:59:42.637-02:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, 2007</title><content type='html'>yeah, 2007 is gone. 2008, here it is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/R3pxQym8W4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/D-RmqUgxDhU/s1600-h/sundown_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/R3pxQym8W4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/D-RmqUgxDhU/s400/sundown_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150553657128541058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4980223232856569761?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4980223232856569761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2030670061498770782</id><published>2007-12-10T17:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:49:33.710-02:00</updated><title type='text'>aoudfogaidufapdof</title><content type='html'>iupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pé direito em 2008? sim sim !! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2030670061498770782?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2030670061498770782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2030670061498770782' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Um fogo deflagrou num Monte Alentejano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os  bombeiros foram imediatamente chamados para extinguir as chamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fogo  estava cada vez mais forte, e os bombeiros não conseguiam dominar as chamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A situação já estava a ficar fora de controle, quando alguém sugeriu  que se chamasse o grupo voluntário da Vidigueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de alguma  dúvida quanto às capacidades e equipamento dos voluntários, seria mais uma  forma de auxilio. Assim foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os voluntários chegaram num caminhão velho,  desgastado pelos anos e operações de combate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaram em altíssima  velocidade e dirigiram-se em linha reta para o centro do incêndio! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram mesmo até ao meio das chamas e pararam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estupefata a  população assistiu a tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os voluntários saltaram todos para fora do  caminhão e começaram a combater o fogo freneticamente em todos os sentidos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estavam mesmo no meio do fogo, as chamas dividiram-se, e restaram  duas porções facilmente controláveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionado com o trabalho  dos voluntários da Vidigueira , o dono do monte respirou de alívio quando  viu a sua propriedade ser poupada à devastação das chamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na hora  pôs as mãos na carteira e passou imediatamente um cheque de 5000 euros à corporação voluntária. Um repórter do jornal local perguntou logo ao  comandante da corporação:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5000 euros! Já pensou o que vai fazer ao  dinheiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penso que é óbvio, não é?&lt;/span&gt; - responde o comandante a sacudir  a cinza do capacete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A primeira coisa que vamos fazer é arrumar a  pôrra do freio do caminhão!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-398854419492923951?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/398854419492923951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=398854419492923951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/398854419492923951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/398854419492923951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/12/bombeiros-de-vidigueira.html' title='bombeiros de vidigueira'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7244586671487414485</id><published>2007-11-29T15:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T15:32:37.244-02:00</updated><title type='text'>debulhation master turbo</title><content type='html'>e aí, tá difícil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VntFEWF8I8A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VntFEWF8I8A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7244586671487414485?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7244586671487414485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7244586671487414485' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7244586671487414485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7244586671487414485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/11/debulhation-master-turbo.html' title='debulhation master turbo'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3122669520827918890</id><published>2007-11-27T03:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:45:13.969-02:00</updated><title type='text'>232 com um smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pois é, um ano de blog .... e um dia atrasado! muito para contar, meio alcoolizado para entrar em detalhes com shows orgasmáticos, saudades daquelas pessoas que contam mais e finalmente hipnotizado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma amizade que amadureceu do além ... e muita coisa nova no âmbito musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjG47gtMCo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UhjG47gtMCo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;desejo à todos um excepcional fim de ano, muita saúde, sucesso e alegria, além de não poder dar nenhuma desculpa esfarrapada pela ausência! prometo um post completo no fim de semana por vir ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um grande abraço, tudo de bom e fiquem por Deus!!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3122669520827918890?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3122669520827918890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3122669520827918890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3122669520827918890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3122669520827918890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/11/232.html' title='232 com um smile'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8920562536402451127</id><published>2007-11-12T12:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T12:50:31.761-02:00</updated><title type='text'>blog back in order</title><content type='html'>do i need to tell why? :P thanks mihidux!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8920562536402451127?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8920562536402451127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8920562536402451127' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8920562536402451127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8920562536402451127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-back-in-order.html' title='blog back in order'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4439076267081624936</id><published>2007-11-11T16:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T16:32:24.425-02:00</updated><title type='text'>lindo lindo lindo lindo lindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eu queria estar na "arquibancada" ... faria até uma ôla, vários assovios e headbangers!!! que cena linda!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rei colocou Chávez 'em seu lugar', dizem jornais espanhóis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imprensa espanhola destacou neste domingo o "gesto sem precedentes" do rei Juan Carlos, que durante a cerimônia de encerramento da Cúpula Ibero-americana, neste sábado, no Chile, disse ao presidente venezuelano, Hugo Chávez, para se calar. Em editorial, o jornal de centro-direira El Mundo, disse que o rei Espanhol colocou o venezualano "em seu lugar em nome de todos os espanhóis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O incidente entre o rei espanhol e Chávez ocorreu depois que o líder venezuelano chamou o ex-primeiro-ministro espanhol Jose María Aznar de "fascista". "Fascistas não são humanos. Cobras são mais humanas", teria dito Chávez sobre Aznar, que durante sua gestão foi um forte aliado dos Estados Unidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O atual primeiro-ministro espanhol, o socialista Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero, saiu em defesa de Aznar dizendo que ele havia sido eleito "democraticamente pelo povo e foi um representante legítimo do povo espanhol". Chávez tentou interromper Zapatero diversas vezes apesar de estar com o microfone desligado. Ao assistir à cena, o rei levantou-se e dirigiu-se a Chávez, furioso: "Por que o senhor não cala a boca?" Em seguida, Juan Carlos saiu da reunião, em protesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o El Mundo, a atitude do rei foi um "gesto sem precedentes". "O rei enfrentou o líder venezuelano na presença de todos os presentes na Cúpula Ibero-americana. Alguém já devia ter dito isso há muito tempo", destacou o diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O rei já não se cala" foi a manchete da primeira página do jornal ABC, que dedicou várias páginas ao episódio. Para o jornal conservador, o rei Juan Carlos "defendeu a Espanha dos ataques de Hugo Chávez".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do ocorrido, o presidente venezuelano respondeu ao incidente dizendo que exigia respeito. "Exijo respeito, porque eu também sou um chefe de Estado e eleito democraticamente. Ele (o rei) é tão chefe de Estado quanto eu, com a diferença de que fui eleito três vezes", sustentou Chávez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cúpula Ibero-americana reuniu de quinta a sábado líderes de Portugal, Espanha e da América Latina em Santiago, no Chile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/mundo/interna/0,,OI2065437-EI10706,00.html"&gt;Notícias Terra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos, e Chávez que se cale! uhul!!!! ave Bóris bêbado!!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4439076267081624936?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4439076267081624936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4439076267081624936' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4439076267081624936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4439076267081624936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/11/lindo-lindo-lindo-lindo-lindo.html' title='lindo lindo lindo lindo lindo'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8556070525729322634</id><published>2007-11-11T14:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:49:30.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bom, é isso. sorry ao povo, estou sem tempo para atualizar isto aqui e por algum diabo as imagens não estão aparecendo .. acho que foram deletadas dos servidor ou algo do gênero! ainda não tive tempo de olhar, mas ... eu vou resolver isto assim que puder, vou arrumar certinho isto, com novo visual e tudo mais :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8556070525729322634?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8556070525729322634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8556070525729322634' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8556070525729322634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8556070525729322634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry-people.html' title='sorry people'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6286097309889771126</id><published>2007-10-25T01:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:09:38.367-02:00</updated><title type='text'>leilão de veículos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bom .. ao acompanhar uma notícia sobre o &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/brasil/interna/0,,OI2018421-EI306,00.html"&gt;leilão de bens apreendidos de traficantes em SP&lt;/a&gt;, resolvi clicar no link "veja mais fotos", afinal, um eclipse 1995 mais ou menos inteiro por R$ 11 mil chega a ser interessante ... e me deparei com isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RyAImn5xDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7fRcRzf1jWU/s1600-h/WTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RyAImn5xDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7fRcRzf1jWU/s400/WTF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125105835586948354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;depois da placa de "&lt;a href="http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/8872/cronagemch2.png"&gt;Frorianópolis&lt;/a&gt;", eu não digo mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6286097309889771126?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6286097309889771126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6286097309889771126' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6286097309889771126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6286097309889771126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/10/leilo-de-veculos.html' title='leilão de veículos'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RyAImn5xDQI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7fRcRzf1jWU/s72-c/WTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3643366332711563443</id><published>2007-10-23T10:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:01:02.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm, divertido ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rx3v6otdCiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PG6dZHAiKyE/s1600-h/the_killers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rx3v6otdCiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PG6dZHAiKyE/s400/the_killers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124515741657008674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seria meio óbvio não perder este show. bom, baixei o único álbum de hot chip e posso dizer que é divertido. não que irei ouvi-los todo santo dia, ou pelo menos um vez por semana, mas dá pra dizer que é melhor que muita coisa que já esbarrei por aí ... björk, bom, não faço questão que ela toque no show. whatever. arctic monkeys ... tá, até vai, engole-se. porém .... the killers, yeah yeah yeah. se não fossem eles, não ia nem a pau pro show :-D mas já que vou estar lá ... weeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3643366332711563443?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3643366332711563443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3643366332711563443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3643366332711563443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3643366332711563443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/10/hmm-divertido.html' title='hmm, divertido ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rx3v6otdCiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/PG6dZHAiKyE/s72-c/the_killers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-5786420166092043500</id><published>2007-10-23T00:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:12:31.591-02:00</updated><title type='text'>desejos ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sabe quando uma pessoa deseja muito algo - aquele tipo de coisa que não é nem de perto impossível, de maneira alguma - porém não consegue, não chega nem perto ... e começa a enfiar na cabeça que jamais conseguirá? que só tem um caminho a tomar ... é, bom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome to the club&lt;/span&gt;. whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NQeSIkw3X0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2NQeSIkw3X0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;i just feel that i can't do it [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5786420166092043500?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/5786420166092043500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=5786420166092043500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5786420166092043500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5786420166092043500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/10/desejos.html' title='desejos ....'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3884527488377283725</id><published>2007-10-22T12:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:03:31.251-02:00</updated><title type='text'>casal é tudo igual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;email que recebi da Lila, atribuído ao Luís Fernando Veríssimo ... se de fato é, não sei, afinal de contas eu recebi por email :-P mas vale a leitura, de qualquer forma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alô?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voz estranha… Gripada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faringite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deve ser o sereno. No mínimo tá saindo todas as noites pra badalar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E se estivesse? Algum problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não, imagina! Agora, você é uma mulher livre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E você? Sua voz também está diferente. Faringite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constipado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Constipado? Você nunca usou esta palavra na vida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A gente aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tá vendo? A separação serviu para alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viver sozinho é bom. A gente cresce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você sempre viveu sozinho. Até quando casado só fez o que quis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maldade sua, pois deixei de lado várias coisas quando a gente se casou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evidente! Só faltava você continuar rebolando nas discotecas com as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já você não abriu mão de nada. Não deixou de ver novela, passear no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shopping, comprar jóias, conversar ao telefone com as amigas durante horas… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Silêncio ….&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comprar jóias? De onde você tirou essa idéia? A única coisa que comprei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;em quinze anos de casamento foi um par de brincos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quinze anos? Pensei que fosse bem menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A memória dos homens é um caso de polícia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas conversar com as amigas no telefone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solidão, meu caro, cansaço… Trabalhar fora, cuidar das crianças e ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preparar o jantar para o HERÓI que chega à noite…Convenhamos, não chega a ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; uma roda-gigante de emoções…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você nunca reclamou disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E você me perguntou alguma vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lá vem você de novo… As poucas coisas que eu achava que estavam certas… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso também era errado!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evidente, a gente não conversava nunca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faltou diálogo, é isso? Na hora, ninguém fala nada. Aparece um impasse e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as mulheres não reclamam. Depois, dizem que faltou diálogo. As mulheres são de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E vocês são de Saturno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E aí, como vai a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nunca estive tão bem. Livre para pensar, ninguém pra me dizer o que devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fazer …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E isso é bom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pense o que quiser, mas quinze anos de jornada são de enlouquecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qualquer uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu nunca fui autoritário!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Também nunca foi compreensivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jamais dei a entender que era perfeito. Tenho minhas limitações como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qualquer mortal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Limitado e omisso como qualquer mortal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você nunca foi irônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso a gente aprende também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu sempre te apoiei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lógico. Se não me engano foi no segundo mês de casamento que você lavou a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;única louça da tua vida. Um apoio inestimável… Sinceramente, eu não sei o que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;faria sem você. Ou você acha que fazer vinte caipirinhas numa tarde para um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bando de marmanjos que assistem ao jogo da Copa do Mundo era realmente o meu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grande objetivo na vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do que você está falando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, não lembra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana, eu detesto futebol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana!? Esqueceu meu nome também? Alexandre, você ficou louco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexandre? Meu nome é Ronaldo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Silêncio…&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De onde está falando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;578 9922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não é o 579 9222?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, desculpe, foi engano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo ambos caem na gargalhada.&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer dizer que você faz uma ótima caipirinha, hein?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modéstia à parte… Mas não gosto, prefiro vinho tinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo? Vinho é a minha bebida preferida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E detesta futebol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deus me livre… 22 caras correndo atrás de uma bola… Acho ridículo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bem, você me dá licença, mas eu vou preparar o jantar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que pena… O meu já está pronto. Risoto, minha especialidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mentira! É o meu prato predileto …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mesmo?! Bem, a porção dá pra dois, e estou abrindo um Chianti também.Você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não gostaria de…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adoraria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…. Ele dá o endereço.&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nossa, tão pertinho! São dois quarteirões daqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Então? É pegar ou largar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tô passando aí, Ronaldo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Combinado, vizinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3884527488377283725?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3884527488377283725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3884527488377283725' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3884527488377283725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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orgasmos escandalosos. mereço, mereço. em uma vida passada devo ter lido &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mein kampf&lt;/span&gt; - isto se não a escrito. porque? bom ... só é divertido quando se está dentro do "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twist&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-819484141255351793?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/819484141255351793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=819484141255351793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/819484141255351793'/><link rel='self' 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ainda tem muito gás para respirar, sem problemas. trabalho, faculdade e problemas com documentação (carteira roubada, sabe como é) estão consumindo quase que totalidade de meu tempo. e nos fins de semana .... não tenho paciência para ficar na frente do pc. prefiro tomar um choppinho, ouvir uma música, andar de bicicleta e assistir infinitos filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;de resto ... bom, aguardem, estou pensando em reformular minha página pessoal, onde pretendo mover meu blog pra lá, adicionar mais coisas, enfim, colecionar tudo que tenho num único lugar :-) e também começar a falar sobre meu trabalho, afinal, a loucura está sempre à todo vapor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNqAyIijj-Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNqAyIijj-Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1973476192287594503?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1973476192287594503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1973476192287594503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1973476192287594503'/><link rel='self' 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meu aquário e o meu serviço (que é a sina de muita gente). não vou fazer um post imenso, porém divertido ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a montagem do aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, é divertido ter um aquário. consegui um aquário de 200lts com móvel e acessórios por uma pexinxa. comprei, trouxe para casa e ... descobri que o filtro que o acompanhava não dava conta; uma das bombas, queimada; lâmpadas? queimadas. aquecedor? para aquário de 100lts ... então, boooooora comprar tudo que falta e confeccionar um filtro (porque é mais barato). por fim das contas, meu filtro não ficou lá tão bom assim, então acabei por comprar um também. comprei lâmpadas e uma veio queimada ... comprei reatores eletrônicos, e um veio queimado ... comprei cabos elétricos em pouca quantidade.. a tico-tico pra aumentar o tampão queimou ... e o filtro que comprei pela internet veio sem rotor! estou na espera ... fora a odisséia de achar basalto em joinville, que aqui NINGUÉM conhece ... depois descobri que por aqui vendem com o nome de "granilina", o mesmo pra enfeitar túmulos. sorte? yeah! 4 passos pra frente, 3 pra trás ... mas uma hora vai :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o trabalho maluco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bom ... quase 70% de um app pronto ... e de repente mudamos (eu e o mano) todas as diretivas e agora voltando à estaca zero. mas o que vale é o know-how! weeha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVgB9VmWLZg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fVgB9VmWLZg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;peidei na farofa de maneira espetacular e não fui pro show do blue man group no brasil, em junho. mas eu ainda vou, de certeza!! simplesmente únicos :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7467253990138902619?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7467253990138902619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7467253990138902619' title='2 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLACEBO PART COMPANY WITH DRUMMER STEVE HEWITT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Placebo have parted company with drummer of 11 years, Steve Hewitt, due to personal and musical differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Molko commented "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being in a band is very much like being in a marriage, and in couples - in this case a triple - people can grow apart over the years. To say that you don't love your partner anymore is inaccurate, considering all that you've been through and achieved together. There simply comes a point when you realize that you want different things from your relationship and that you can no longer live under the same roof, so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The split is amicable and a sad time for both parties. Steve Hewitt replaced Robert Schultzberg behind the drum kit in 1996 whilst the band were promoting Placebo’s eponymous debut album and went on to record the following 4 studio albums ‘Without You I’m Nothing’, ‘Black Market Music’, ‘Sleeping With Ghosts’ and most recently ‘Meds’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placebo have just returned from the USA where they were part of the high profile ‘Projekt Revolution Tour’ alongside Linkin Park and My Chemical Romance. The band are now taking a well earned break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Molko and Stefan Olsdal will begin work on Placebo’s 6th studio album next Spring and are in no rush to find an immediate replacement for Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.placeboworld.co.uk/"&gt;PlaceboWorld&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.placeboworld.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sequer vou comentar ... é triste, o hewitt com suas raízes funk faziam das percursões da banda algo realmente único! foda ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KkarMNlTzY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2KkarMNlTzY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7759842561622070756?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7759842561622070756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7759842561622070756' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7759842561622070756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7759842561622070756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad-sad-sad.html' title='sad sad sad'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6094797228497166349</id><published>2007-10-02T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:07:22.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ociosidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o que a ociosidade não faz com o homem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr7jgGCYonI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yr7jgGCYonI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bom, ainda bem que existem pessoas ociosas neste mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6094797228497166349?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6094797228497166349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6094797228497166349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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simplesmente fora da casinha, mas consideravelmente viáveis! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e além disto, deftones é simplesmente *lindo*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQTgoGy6DZg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQTgoGy6DZg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3359317984628956899?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-5814360385328185274</id><published>2007-09-26T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:04:25.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a grande pira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;só sei de uma coisa ... a vida é uma grande viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJz1mXEehaQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJz1mXEehaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pois é, clipe bem produzido até ... nota mental: será eu o único homem que não acha a angelina jolie aquilo tudo? afinal de contas, eu vejo mulheres muito mais bonitas quase todo dia na faculdade ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5814360385328185274?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/5814360385328185274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=5814360385328185274' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5814360385328185274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5814360385328185274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/grande-pira.html' title='a grande pira'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3674296513891311429</id><published>2007-09-23T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:35:55.002-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a mais rápida língua do velho oeste; e afins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;primeiro vamos à uma breve introdução: eu moro perto de um grande hipermercado na zona sul de minha cidade, devo dizer, MUITO PERTO ... 3 minutos de caminhada e estou a tropeçar em carrinhos de compra [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estava eu ontem, sábado dia 22/9 voltando com uma sacola de compras quando um sujeito super alegre e colorido me aborda na rua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oi, você poderia me dar uma informação?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu com minha decendência inglesa (quase ínfima):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diga&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;você mora por aqu...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...i ?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cara de pau, a língua mais rápida do velho oeste - a resposta saiu antes dele terminar de falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e .. 31 de outubro eu acho que vou ver killers :-D weeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVCkSMwaGGc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVCkSMwaGGc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3674296513891311429?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3674296513891311429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7180161591227695949</id><published>2007-09-20T11:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T11:43:01.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm here to stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;difícil de escolher entre taaaaaanta música da boa, mas tá aí uma que me chamou atenção hoje :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ryfwfc_946w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ryfwfc_946w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7180161591227695949?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7180161591227695949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7180161591227695949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7180161591227695949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7180161591227695949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-here-to-stay.html' title='i&apos;m here to stay'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3323054843291819533</id><published>2007-09-19T14:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:06:55.165-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o blog esquecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não, não esqueci deste blog. estou revendo algumas prioridades ... e infelizmente o "processo" de resolução já fez algumas vítimas hahahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, vocês sabem como está a saúde no brasil? pois é, passei por alguns bocados nas últimas semanas .... oftalmo e otorrino. eis as premissas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;estou míope, isto é, enxegando mal de longe ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;estou com hipertrofia nos cornetos, isto é, tenho problemas para respirar pelo nariz (pouco ou nenhum espaço para o fluxo de ar) ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;o que fazer? procurar "especialistas". então, vamos aos casos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otorrino, o grande vendedor de aspirador de pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acredito que na cadeira de otorrinolaringologia dos cursos de medicina do brasil deve conter uma matéria chamada "eloqüência para vendas", principalmente na hora de vender ao paciente a idéia de que um tratamento rápido (e custoso, obviamente) será a salvação para todos os problemas de sua vida (passo a desconfiar disto depois de minha experiência). ok, nas palavras do DOUTOR: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a partir da sua cirurgia e passado o inxaço [de 2 a 5 horas], você irá voltar a respirar bem e nunca mais precisará de remédios para respirar direito&lt;/span&gt;". (não querendo ser hipócrita, mas para ser doutor, não é necessário doutorado?) pois então, feita a dolorosa cauterização (da qual a xilocaína novamente faz questão de me deixar na mão - e isto é outra história), saí muito mal humorado do consultório (imaginem, doía até o olho aquela hora), porém esperançoso de que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora sim&lt;/span&gt; poderia descansar tranqüilo ... doce ilusão. passados 8 dias da cirurgia, encontro enormes dificuldades em dormir, tendo mantido uma média de 3,75 horas de sono diários ... eis então que, após muito tentar entrar em contato com o vendedor de aspiradores de pó, disse me que "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é diferente de paciente para paciente, às vezes pode demorar duas semanas para voltar ao normal&lt;/span&gt;". troféu jóinha, meu querido! até terça-feira dia 25 de setembro o resultado deverá ser FANTÁSTICO, caso contrário &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com absoluta certeza&lt;/span&gt; irei retribuir o incômodo ao senhor :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;oftalmo, o homem que tudo vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo ano vou ao oftalmo ver se está tudo ok com minha visão. porém nos últimos meses tenho reparado que ao passear pela faculdade, tenho dificuldade em reconhecer as pessoas que estão a mais de 10 metros de distância de mim (miiiiiope!). resolvi então adiantar um pouco a minha consulta (que é sempre em dezembro, que estou mais sossegado) para ver o grau. em 2005 tinha 0º em ambos os olhos; em 2006 tinha 0º na esquerda e 0,25º na direita ... e em minha última consulta estava com 0,25º na esquerda e 0,5º na direita. weeha! porém nas palavras do oftalmo: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;não irei te receitar óculos algum, sua visão está ótima, você não precisa, é perda de tempo&lt;/span&gt;" e despachou-me do consultório. tudo bem, aquele dia haviam invadido sua clínica, roubado televisor, monitor, quebrado a porta de vidro, detonado a grade, entre outros .. até entendo o mau humor dele. até fiquei feliz, afinal, 250 pilas a menos de gasto no mês é SEMPRE bem vindo (ainda mais com o custo já da cauterização e remédios) ... porém a verdade foi forte: ontem (terça-feira 18/9) fui renovar minha carteira de motorista no detran e, para tanto, é necessário exame de vista ... E QUASE REPROVEI!! o médico do detran disse que eu acertei a maior parte das letras, mas não todas, e que preciso procurar um oftalmo em breve para fazer meu óculos ... legal, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aí, em quem acreditar? por tudo isto ... apenas e única música pode ser deixada neste blog hoje:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrHtbwTkMbE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MrHtbwTkMbE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3323054843291819533?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3323054843291819533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3323054843291819533' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3323054843291819533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3323054843291819533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-blog-esquecido.html' title='o blog esquecido'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4925705199757645347</id><published>2007-09-08T18:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T18:18:38.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida como ela é</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e é isso aí, post de sábado .... domingo provavelmente passarei o dia no pc (novamente) para continuar meu projeto de curso ... maravilha! porém não acredito que vou postar alguma coisa no blog, pois de noite quero sair pra tomar café com os amigos %)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;portanto ... segunda-feira irei finalmente encomendar meus óculos (ok ok, era "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt;" que faltava na minha vida ... hehehe) e na terça finalmente acontecerá minha cirurgia de hipertrofia dos cornetos (&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fossa_nasal"&gt;órgão interno do nariz, também conhecidos como fossas ou conchas&lt;/a&gt;) ... hum, quer dizer então que o richard vai queimar seus cornos na terça? sim sim! e se vocês sentirem um cheirinho de churrasco de cavalo no meio da tarde, já sabem daonde daonde vem ... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no mais, a little bit disturbed! totalmente fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KW8DRSvEoQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9KW8DRSvEoQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4925705199757645347?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4925705199757645347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4925705199757645347' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4925705199757645347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4925705199757645347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/vida-como-ela.html' title='a vida como ela é'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7819558338040658419</id><published>2007-09-06T14:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:59:33.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>distribuição de bíblias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;richard ontem chegando à faculdade, passando pelos corredores em direção à cantina do bloco d, quando encontra um senhor engravatado distribuindo bíblias do novo testamento para todos que passavam ... eis que aceito (pois saberia para quem a dar), porém matutanto ... roupa largada do calor, barba por fazer há dias e fone de ouvido no talo ouvindo &lt;a href="http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/06/aquele-post-aleatrio-de-fim-de-noite.html"&gt;killing joke's loose cannon&lt;/a&gt; ... OU acharam que tenho cara de cristão new wave ... ou que preciso de salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7819558338040658419?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7819558338040658419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7819558338040658419' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7819558338040658419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7819558338040658419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/distribuio-de-bblias.html' title='distribuição de bíblias'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-945781451095703817</id><published>2007-09-06T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T14:16:28.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hipóteses malucas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;vou deixar aqui neste blog três idéias básicas, hipóteses por assim dizer ... responde quem quiser :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;se você pudesse privar seu corpo de desobedecer uma regra biológica, qual você escolheria?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;se você pudesse privar suas habilidades de alguma regra física, qual você escolheria?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;se você pudesse privar seu metabolismo de alguma regra química, qual você escolheria?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;outro dia escrevo sobre o que eu faria nestas situações :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-945781451095703817?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/945781451095703817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=945781451095703817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/945781451095703817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/945781451095703817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/hipteses-malucas.html' title='hipóteses malucas'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-5217147655682524001</id><published>2007-09-05T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:36:51.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>quarta-feira diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nossa ... uma sensação muito antiga passou por mim hoje ... woah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O_Sg0oUJ-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0O_Sg0oUJ-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;nota mental aleatória: forget los angeles, my friend! \o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5217147655682524001?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2424549925664589499</id><published>2007-09-04T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:39:21.992-03:00</updated><title type='text'>and it's maybe not too late to look back</title><content type='html'>the future scares me, to the point where this boy here not think about it at all costs. but suddenly ... there's a feeling, and that feeling tells me to change my future. i just know that i need to ... and now, 23 years later ... i think i know how to do it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this title was inspired by &lt;a href="http://celldweller.letras.terra.com.br/letras/73658/"&gt;celldweller's song switchback&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2424549925664589499?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2424549925664589499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2424549925664589499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2424549925664589499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2424549925664589499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-its-maybe-not-too-late-to-look-back.html' title='and it&apos;s maybe not too late to look back'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6607505470138787024</id><published>2007-09-01T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:43:19.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business, part ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNfgooIN25Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNfgooIN25Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bioshock. simplesmente animal! e putz, eu odeio a ivete! demônia! hahahahaha zueira, pegação de pé apenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6607505470138787024?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6607505470138787024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6607505470138787024' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6607505470138787024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6607505470138787024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-business-part-ii.html' title='back in business, part ii'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-421541524673609146</id><published>2007-09-01T13:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:16:40.551-03:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;depois dos problemas de conectividade, pessoais, de saúde, acadêmicos e, é claro, de trabalho (...) eis que minha grande bunda branca reaparece na blogosfera :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/argtFadlsPo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/argtFadlsPo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mafia 2. yeah. yeah yeah yeah. forever yeah. vou precisar de um PC novo ou de um PS3 pra isto ... bom, na verdade eu queria um PC novo E um PS3! mas vamos terminar este ano na economia  e ano que vem preocupar-se com isto \o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e por não mais tardar, finalmente a spyker foi vendida e vai tirar aquele carro feio do grid ... e agora de holandesa, passará a ser indiana ... se era laranja, será de que cor agora? ui .... o_____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e sempre, sempre sempre um clip for my dear fellow readers :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0RpShS5FeQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0RpShS5FeQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song that saves my life once in a while :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-421541524673609146?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/421541524673609146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=421541524673609146' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/421541524673609146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/421541524673609146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-in-business.html' title='back in business'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8080446136182369122</id><published>2007-08-25T19:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T19:36:23.907-03:00</updated><title type='text'>keep on drivin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;faz tempo que não coloco bush aqui ... e como straight no chaser não tem no youtube (nem sei se tem o clipe), aqui vai outra que ainda não coloquei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKAS52XjN20"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKAS52XjN20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i got to feel less broke more fixed! &lt;/span&gt;ANIMAAALLLLLLLL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma pequena deixa: dois ídolos musicais que tenho: billy corgan e gavin rossdale. corgan tinha smashing pumpkins e era um tesão. a banda acabou-se, ele formou zwan ... lançou um cd, não foi muito bom e foi pra carreira solo. lançou outro cd, não muito bom e refez smashing pumpkins. novo cd do smashing é espetacular. rossdale por sua vez, tinha uma banda absurdamente espetacular (top 3 pra mim) chamada bush. foi-se bush pro espaço e formou uma nova chamada institute (do qual eu gostei muito de metade do único álbum). não fez sucesso e em breve lançará o primeiro álbum solo ... gavin, por favor, faça como o corgan: da próxima vez, volte com bush!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um fim de semana do karay pra todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8080446136182369122?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8080446136182369122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8080446136182369122' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8080446136182369122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8080446136182369122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-on-drivin.html' title='keep on drivin&apos;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6221719948830949308</id><published>2007-08-24T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:52:04.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desabafo de um web developer, parte 235231</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;weeeha! dopamina trabalhando à patamares homéricos no meu cérebro! sabem quando você nunca imaginou que seria capaz de cumprir certas tarefas, considerando-as totalmente high-profile, coisa de laboratórios subterrâneos da nasa? pois é, esta semana me superei ... caraca! sei que sou medíocre e que seres de qi 150+ trabalham com isso faz tempo, mas pera lá, um gordo tosco (de 142) de joinville fazer isso? hahahahahaha weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! só falta agora ... hum, tudo :) aprendam a polir o ego com sua própria capacidade, bitches! the world is wide open :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKHU8OELYu0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKHU8OELYu0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6221719948830949308?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7987578209475679718</id><published>2007-08-23T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:28:42.887-03:00</updated><title type='text'>querido diário ...</title><content type='html'>... ontem o google me deixou na mão. denovo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rs2yuSEureI/AAAAAAAAACk/7v_edCHl2kI/s1600-h/googles_shittin_me.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rs2yuSEureI/AAAAAAAAACk/7v_edCHl2kI/s400/googles_shittin_me.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101930461076041186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e logo com este blog ... e ontem eu também vi coisas bizarras no site do terra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rs2y8iEurfI/AAAAAAAAACs/-9J58EWTIp8/s1600-h/raio_terra.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rs2y8iEurfI/AAAAAAAAACs/-9J58EWTIp8/s400/raio_terra.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101930705889177074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totalmente bizonho. e claro, uma editadazinha no fw não faz mal a ninguém :P digamos que foi uma compilação ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no mais ... &lt;a href="http://gamesbrasil.uol.com.br/comentarios.php?numero=14861"&gt;vai sair mafia 2&lt;/a&gt; :) \o&lt;br /&gt;\o \o&lt;br /&gt;\o \o \o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7987578209475679718?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7987578209475679718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7987578209475679718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7987578209475679718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7987578209475679718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/querido-dirio.html' title='querido diário ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rs2yuSEureI/AAAAAAAAACk/7v_edCHl2kI/s72-c/googles_shittin_me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4102638244977225408</id><published>2007-08-22T13:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:23:00.529-03:00</updated><title type='text'>muitos posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;muitos posts para enfiar neste blog no momento ... mas vamos com uma música, faz tempo que não coloco! aos poucos coloco o resto :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2I2b64-ykyE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2I2b64-ykyE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into the abiss will i run?&lt;/span&gt; \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4102638244977225408?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4102638244977225408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4102638244977225408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4102638244977225408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4102638244977225408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/muitos-posts.html' title='muitos posts'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-9160599627919063469</id><published>2007-08-21T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:55:58.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>um aluno não muito aplicado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há, então ... estabelecendo uma continuação às idéias de velocidade da luz, estrelas de nêutrons e às idéias do porco (hahahahaha completamente contagiado por simpsons); e por indicação do &lt;a href="http://atamadekkachi.blogspot.com/"&gt;cabeça grande&lt;/a&gt;, vejam este vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNV9FEKi9FQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNV9FEKi9FQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;então ... esse '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woah&lt;/span&gt;' já me passou pela cabeça diversas vezes. e se tudo for parte de uma grande função senóide multi-dimensional, onde volta e meia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; terão valores que um dia tiveram antes? será que não torna tudo cíclico, como no vídeo? será que na presença de dois pontos - em diversos universos - não podemos passar por alguma espécie de experiência alternativa, os famosos '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejà vu&lt;/span&gt;'? será mesmo que o tempo não é realmente relativo? e se dobramentos espaciais REALMENTE existirem? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;richard just had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffer_overflow"&gt;buffer overflow&lt;/a&gt;. hummm ... me lembro de um dia estar na célula de jovens discutindo sobre religião e, ao entrar em um assunto parecido com este, sugeri ao grupo duas hipóteses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;imaginem ter um telescópio super-ultra-mega-poderoso, capaz de tirar qualquer foto ... numa distância de aproximadamente 2.000 anos luz daqui, fotografando nosso planeta ... pelas leis da física - que são até aceitas pela igreja - não poderíamos HOJE tirar uma foto de Cristo? ou;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;abordando a célebre frase bíblica: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus voltará&lt;/span&gt;", será que ele não está aí hoje, em um mundo alternativo, numa outra dimensão, nos mesmos padrões &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; da função senóide multi-dimensional ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não vou contar o resultado da discussão, porém posso adiantar que estas pessoas não discutem mais religião comigo hahahahahahahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weeeirdo&lt;/span&gt;! ou talvez será a fonte dos meus pecados? afinal, já que a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul"&gt;alma existe&lt;/a&gt; (e pode ser a única ligação entre as hélices senóides), a hipótese de um dia ter eu sido hitler podem fazer sentido, não? herdando os pecados, gente, herdando os pecados ... :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-9160599627919063469?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/9160599627919063469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=9160599627919063469' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/9160599627919063469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/9160599627919063469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-aluno-no-muito-aplicado.html' title='um aluno não muito aplicado'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1401040992612080043</id><published>2007-08-21T15:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:57:44.547-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... o pedido ao papai noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** spoiler alert number 2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então, papai noel pode ser que atenda meus pedidos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rss1GCEurcI/AAAAAAAAACU/9kx2jkJkgFY/s1600-h/hayabusa_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rss1GCEurcI/AAAAAAAAACU/9kx2jkJkgFY/s400/hayabusa_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101229380679413186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... uma vez que existe hayabusa com sidecar! reparem a grossura da roda ... e reparem que o farol/pisca do sidecar é de um ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e podería levar para passear, hum, digamos, um porco? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rss1SiEurdI/AAAAAAAAACc/iquv72OGHro/s1600-h/hayabusa_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rss1SiEurdI/AAAAAAAAACc/iquv72OGHro/s400/hayabusa_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101229595427778002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1401040992612080043?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1401040992612080043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1401040992612080043' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1401040992612080043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1401040992612080043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-pedido-ao-papai-noel.html' title='... o pedido ao papai noel'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rss1GCEurcI/AAAAAAAAACU/9kx2jkJkgFY/s72-c/hayabusa_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3708383455630556807</id><published>2007-08-21T12:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:01:01.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>duzentézimo post, when google strikes back</title><content type='html'>é isto aí, post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;200º&lt;/span&gt; deste maldito blog! \o/ weeha! e o google me deixou na mão denovo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rsr_QSEurZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_b9kqicRhLs/s1600-h/google_strikes_back.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rsr_QSEurZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_b9kqicRhLs/s400/google_strikes_back.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101170183145172370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... e dá-lhe! como é post especial, vou citar algumas coisas retardadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;a aila tá com conjuntivite ... levei no veterinário e também aproveitei para dar o vermífugo ... fui pesar a aila e, depois de algumas discussões sobre a eficácia da balança com a veterinária, constatamos que a aila está com 41kg, praticamente um leitão pronto pro abate! um relativo recorde para um boxer não castrado :P agora tentem imaginar o que é pingar colírio na aila ... hahahahahahaha!!! ao tentar segurar, ela se transforma automaticamente sozinha consigo própria a si mesma de leitão pra cavalo de rodeio \o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RssBYSEuraI/AAAAAAAAACE/algi1Ugl1Fg/s1600-h/aila_poser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RssBYSEuraI/AAAAAAAAACE/algi1Ugl1Fg/s400/aila_poser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101172519607381410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;na onda dos blogs, agora é a vez de meu querido amigo Zezar &lt;a href="http://thefeekz.blogspot.com/"&gt;ter o seu&lt;/a&gt;, com alguns temas malucos, desde informática e software livre até ... hum, informática e software livre. mas tudo bem, faz parte da vida e com certeza esta constatação é errônea, uma vez que o blog chegou ao segundo post hoje :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;querem perder tempo lendo sobre coisas malucas e totalmente nonsense, além até da imaginação de um maluco com thc na cabeça possa ter? leiam sobre &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quark_Star"&gt;quark&lt;/a&gt; (strange), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neutron_star"&gt;neutron&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Preon_star"&gt;preon&lt;/a&gt; stars, além de &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamma_ray_bursts"&gt;grbs&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulsar"&gt;pulsar&lt;/a&gt; no wikipedia! totalmente awesome ... e a inspiração veio &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/interna/0,,OI1842004-EI302,00.html"&gt;desta notícia&lt;/a&gt; do terra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spoiler alert: &lt;b&gt; Inglaterra - 16h30 -&lt;/b&gt; Bombeiros resgatam um porco que ficou preso em um dreno próximo à margem do rio Hamble, em Curbridge, no sul do país. De acordo com as autoridades, a fêmea de 5 anos foi retirada do buraco sem ferimentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RssCCCEurbI/AAAAAAAAACM/ClUCsafTeqM/s1600-h/porco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RssCCCEurbI/AAAAAAAAACM/ClUCsafTeqM/s400/porco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101173236866919858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gostaria de agradecer ao meu pai, à minha mãe e principalmente à xuxa pelo meu comportamento não peculiar e completamente nonsense \o/ engrandecido - é óbvio - pelo google.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gostaria também de dizer que try() e catch() são um pé no meio do saco.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gostaria de dizer ao papai noel que eu não fui um bom garoto so far ... para tanto, queria uma hayabusa turbo com sidecar no natal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;outra coisa interessante que saiu no terra foram os malucos dizendo que einstein está de certa forma enganado, uma vez que atestam ter &lt;a href="http://noticias.terra.com.br/ciencia/interna/0,,OI1833948-EI238,00.html"&gt;quebrado a velocidade da luz&lt;/a&gt; utilizando prismas ... bom, darwin disse que aquele que fica parado no tempo, padece ... então, vamos lá ver se estes caras estão corretos em quebrar a velocidade da luz e trazer abaixo teorias antigas! e o fdp que vier falando que a teoria da darwin também é antiga, logo entro em contradição ... que traga algo melhor, uai :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço para todos e tenham um bom almoço de terça-feira!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3708383455630556807?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rsr_QSEurZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/_b9kqicRhLs/s72-c/google_strikes_back.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-743854922068465306</id><published>2007-08-20T11:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:58:04.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la revolución!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mm2eT-sTVys" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pero que si, pero que no ... la garantya soy yo! asdasdsadadadadsasdad! que todos tiengam una ótima semanita! pero que yo no tiengo taliento para lo portuñol \o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;vento vento veento frio frio friiiiiio muito friiiiiiiiooooo mwaa-hua-hua tava na hora já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-743854922068465306?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/743854922068465306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=743854922068465306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Guido Mantega, disse que a cpmf é "fácil de pagar", já que o contribuinte "quase não sente". bom ... não pelo fato de pesar no bolso, mas pelo fato de NÃO USAR o dinheiro para com a proposta da qual ele foi originalmente criado! malandros da p*rra ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2264473864974930829?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2264473864974930829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2264473864974930829' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2264473864974930829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RsXrnSEurYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/M_G5XkqI8X0/s400/novidades_google.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099741213166054786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tem coisas que só o google faz para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3298279614857630777?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3298279614857630777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3298279614857630777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7203559243136181188</id><published>2007-08-17T12:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T12:25:19.434-03:00</updated><title type='text'>and i wonder ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... when i sing along with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHdwZCVZmg8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHdwZCVZmg8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if everything could ever feels this real forever ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7203559243136181188?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7203559243136181188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7203559243136181188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7203559243136181188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7203559243136181188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-i-wonder.html' title='and i wonder ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6729321895279836935</id><published>2007-08-16T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T16:13:53.778-03:00</updated><title type='text'>democraria americana</title><content type='html'>piadinha que recebi de minha prima hoje por email, muito boa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Michael, o que você fez no recreio? - pergunta a professora.&lt;br /&gt;- Brinquei na areia, miss Rose.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem, Michael. Se você escrever na lousa a palavra "areia" corretamente , leva um dez.&lt;br /&gt;O garoto escreve corretamente e a professora exclama:&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem! Ganhou um dez. Agora você, John. O que e que você fez no recreio?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu também brinquei na areia, miss Rose..&lt;br /&gt;- Certo. Se você escrever na lousa a palavra "brincar" corretamente , também leva um dez.&lt;br /&gt;O garoto acerta e a professora exclama:&lt;br /&gt;- Ótimo! Um dez para você também. Sua vez, Mohammed.. O que você fez no recreio?&lt;br /&gt;- Eu também queria brincar na areia, mas eles não deixaram, Miss Rose.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas que horror! Isso é discriminação contra um grupo étnico minoritário , subjugado pelas classes sociais burguesas e imperialistas!&lt;br /&gt;- Olha Mohammed, se você escrever corretamente "discriminação contra um grupo étnico minoritário, subjugado pelas classes sociais burguesas e imperialistas", você também ganha um dez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6729321895279836935?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6729321895279836935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6729321895279836935' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6729321895279836935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6729321895279836935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/democraria-americana.html' title='democraria americana'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2882895192666526974</id><published>2007-08-16T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T15:08:13.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sorte de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Você será reconhecido e homenageado como líder de uma comunidade.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uga-buga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2882895192666526974?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2882895192666526974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2882895192666526974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2882895192666526974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2882895192666526974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorte-de-hoje.html' title='sorte de hoje'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4230203347985772675</id><published>2007-08-16T10:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T11:01:28.759-03:00</updated><title type='text'>rock sem rei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;para aqueles que não sabem, há exatos 30 anos o rei do rock partia desta para melhor ... e o melhor de tudo é que Elvis nunca escreveu uma música sequer na vida (próprias palavras), menos sabia alguma coisa de teoria musical (próprias palavras também) ... imaginem se soubesse ... :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZ-kfwNQwxo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZ-kfwNQwxo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;melhor do que isto ainda é o que John Lennon tinha a dizer sobre Elvis: "Before Elvis, there was nothing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4230203347985772675?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4230203347985772675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4230203347985772675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4230203347985772675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4230203347985772675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/rock-sem-rei.html' title='rock sem rei'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7394476258948033306</id><published>2007-08-14T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:06:25.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>in this world ... in my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i think it's hard to follow your own very dreams ... everyday i wake up with a same dream, the same ideas ... the same problems ... do i have to let my dreams go and follow everyone? no i don't, no, i won't! it's was hard to choose this path, but i think i'm stupid enough to believe on it - and i won't give up being stupid ... after all, i'm just a boy, isn't i? hope one day i'll get there. i would rather die trying then die while living ... i won't give up, no matter how hard you try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ4SbYot90M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TZ4SbYot90M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;now with you ... one of the best songs ever written. cheap richard and his silence in stupid shouts. you know shit about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7394476258948033306?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7394476258948033306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7394476258948033306' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7394476258948033306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7394476258948033306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-this-world-in-my-dreams.html' title='in this world ... in my dreams'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6654964679810080541</id><published>2007-08-12T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T15:45:13.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>achados</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;quando pensas que já ouviu tudo de sua banda favorita ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IzA-VJAZh8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_IzA-VJAZh8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;este som é completamente hipnótico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6654964679810080541?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6654964679810080541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6654964679810080541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6654964679810080541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6654964679810080541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/achados.html' title='achados'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7721594243318306640</id><published>2007-08-12T14:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T14:20:23.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyTDBt_9Xro"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyTDBt_9Xro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do it! do it now! \o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7721594243318306640?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7721594243318306640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7721594243318306640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7721594243318306640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7721594243318306640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/yes.html' title='yes!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-5917939577211261366</id><published>2007-08-11T14:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:12:07.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>revendo conceitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ontem estava eu falando com o Édis, e em suma chegamos na seguinte conclusão: "quando achamos que já vimos tudo nesta vida, sempre aparece algum maluco pra nos fazer rir". o maluco de hoje chama-se Thomas Martel, de acordo com a reportagem de &lt;a href="http://northdenvernews.com/content/view/922/2/"&gt;James Benfly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;      Surgically alters thumbs to better use iPhone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="small"&gt;        Written by James Benfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday, 08 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thomas Martel, 28, of Bonnie Brae is a big guy. So he has a hard time using the features on ever-shrinking user interfaces on devices like his new iPhone. At least, he did, until he had his thumbs surgically altered in a revolutionary new surgical technique known as "whittling." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From my old Treo, to my Blackberry, to this new iPhone, I had a hard time hitting the right buttons, and I always lost those little styluses&lt;/span&gt;," explains Martel. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure, the procedure was expensive, but when I think of all the time I save by being able to use modern handhelds so much faster, I really think the surgery will pay for itself in ten to fifteen years. And what it's saving me in frustration - that's priceless.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is really, on the edge sort of stuff&lt;/span&gt;," explains Dr. Robert Fox Spars, who worked on developing the procedure. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're turning plastic surgery from something that people use in service of vanity, to a real tool for improving workplace efficiency&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The procedure involved making a small incision into both thumbs and shaving down the bones, followed by careful muscular alteration and modification of the fingernails. While Martel's new thumbs now appear small and effeminate in comparison to his otherwise very large hands, he says he can still lift "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty much anything I could lift before the surgery - though opening spaghetti sauce jars has been a problem. That was a big surprise&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5917939577211261366?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/5917939577211261366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=5917939577211261366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5917939577211261366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/5917939577211261366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/revendo-conceitos.html' title='revendo conceitos'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8652712459236990076</id><published>2007-08-10T12:37:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:52:59.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>problemas, problemas e mais problemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;problemas, muitos, em especial com minha banda-larga. minha aflição é grande ... no momento me encontro usuário da banda-larga da brasil telecom, turbo 400k, do qual conto há meses com problemas de instabilidade, praticamente diários. nos últimos dias, este problema chegou ao estágio inacreditável de me deixar metade do meu tempo útil sem internet, não importando o horário do dia. palavras para simbolizar meu descontentamento e aflição vão além do limite imaginável ... USO internet para trabalhar, o TEMPO TODO ... SEM internet, SEM trabalho. retórico. pergunta: brasil telecom está preocupada com isto? não, é CLARO! dizem o problema ser do meu provedor ... claro, meu provedor é o &lt;a href="http://www.adslresidencial.com.br/"&gt;adslresidencial&lt;/a&gt;, 1,99 por ano, muito abaixo da famosa venda casada adslturbo + brturbo, coisa que QUALQUER PESSOA COM O MÍNIMO DE SANIDADE MENTAL SABE QUE É DESNECESSÁRIO, uma vez que a autenticação no sistema dsl é feito pela própria SP, no caso, a brasil telecom, e não destas merdas de provedoras, cabides de emprego e sugadoras de dinheiro do povo. meu descontentamento aumenta por morar à incrivel distância de apenas 20 minutos de CAMINHADA PACÍFICA da central da brasil telecom de minha cidade e escutar há 3 meses que minha região não tem disponibilidade técnica de adsl2+, MESMO MORANDO NUMA DAS PRINCIPAIS AVENIDAS DA CIDADE. previsão? solução? motivo? nada, digno de recorrer à santíssima trindade. outro fato ainda melhor? amigos que moram na periferia da cidade, lá aonde o judas perdeu as meias, já contam adsl2+, já fazem meses ... explicação? meio óbvia. pago 79,90 por 400k, para que me liberariam 2000k para pagar 99,90? custo x benefício ... sempre. filhos da p*ta. minha solução foi recorrer à gvt ... que me ofereceu apenas a famosa venda casada adsl+linha telefônica, 50 pila mais caro que a opção "barata" da brasil telecom, mesmo sendo a gvt levemente mais lenta que a internet da brasil telecom. 50 pila a mais, pelo mesmo serviço de merda? só podem estar brincando comigo ... ou irei ganhar massagem nas costas 24/7 das mais belas morenas da face do planeta? duvido muito. solução contingencial? net virtua ... que também diz que "minha região não tem disponibilidade técnica". e os órgãos reguladores, não fazem nada? anatel serve pra que? pra deixar estes filhos da p*ta sugar o dinheiro do povo? FILHOS DA P*TA, minha revolta é tão grande, tão grande ... eu DEPENDO DISTO pra ganhar a vida. FILHOS DA P*TA, QUEIMEM NO INFERNO! quando o caboclo nasce cagado, nem providência divina resolve ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8652712459236990076?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8652712459236990076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8652712459236990076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8652712459236990076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8652712459236990076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/problemas-problemas-e-mais-problemas.html' title='problemas, problemas e mais problemas'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1611920137166680337</id><published>2007-08-09T17:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:35:37.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'>totally insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPSJTVB3UAA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPSJTVB3UAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta música é phueda \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1611920137166680337?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1611920137166680337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1611920137166680337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1611920137166680337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1611920137166680337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/totally-insane.html' title='totally insane'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-676924453623610826</id><published>2007-08-07T23:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:48:32.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desaaaastre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mein mp3-playerklein ist kaputz. fuuuuuuuuuuck! nóia total ir e voltar da facul sem um sonzinho no ouvido ... nunca mais compro players baratos ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-676924453623610826?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/676924453623610826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=676924453623610826' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/676924453623610826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/676924453623610826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/desaaaastre.html' title='desaaaastre'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3489135974448064938</id><published>2007-08-06T10:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:16:11.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wee weee weeeee part iii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;uma comemoração feita às pressas, onde os convidados mal e mal tiveram tempo de combinar as caronas ... porém uma coisa foi unânime: aniversário de bêbado, o presente é o que? bira, óbvio! acho que tenho bira pra algumas festas agora ... porém este não é o ponto principal deste post. o ponto principal foi que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANTES &lt;/span&gt;de ser cantado os parabéns e as velas assopradas, o juliano teve o prazer de mostrar o seguinte vídeo aos participantes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4DGHLSxG-4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p4DGHLSxG-4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imaginem então o que cantaram ... porém foi sensacional, obrigado à todos que aqui apareceram :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3489135974448064938?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3489135974448064938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3489135974448064938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3489135974448064938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3489135974448064938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-weee-weeeee-part-iii.html' title='wee weee weeeee part iii'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4041518278441167956</id><published>2007-08-02T14:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:10:05.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wee weee weeeee part ii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydSMBmn2qRQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydSMBmn2qRQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais uma de "comemoração" \o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4041518278441167956?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4041518278441167956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4041518278441167956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4041518278441167956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4041518278441167956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-weee-weeeee-part-ii.html' title='wee weee weeeee part ii'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8923503976565359096</id><published>2007-08-02T09:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:52:21.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>wee weee weeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há exatos 23 anos, esta bola gorda que aqui vos escreve nascia prematuro, magrinho e pequeno ao ponto de caber dentro de uma caixa de sapatos. arriba arriba!! nada muito o que comemorar, dough, mas mesmo assim .. dum dum jacatunga laviscatunga radibeja catunga tinga ... \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPY_YBtyWcw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MPY_YBtyWcw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, hoje não é sexta-feira ... mas um dia há de ser :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8923503976565359096?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8923503976565359096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8923503976565359096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8923503976565359096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8923503976565359096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-weee-weeeee.html' title='wee weee weeeee'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4741477795251775107</id><published>2007-07-31T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:09:06.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>some fucking good music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzI2d2F-fUM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzI2d2F-fUM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma français est trés bizarre, mas já existe &lt;a href="http://babelfish.altavista.com/"&gt;babelfish&lt;/a&gt; e bons dicionários neste mundo \o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4741477795251775107?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4741477795251775107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4741477795251775107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4741477795251775107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4741477795251775107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/some-fucking-good-music.html' title='some fucking good music'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1932475230960193049</id><published>2007-07-30T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:32:04.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>... and this is just a punk rock song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2wsuRTagJg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2wsuRTagJg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1932475230960193049?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1932475230960193049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1932475230960193049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1932475230960193049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1932475230960193049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-this-is-just-punk-rock-song.html' title='... and this is just a punk rock song'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2802249616744593992</id><published>2007-07-27T15:33:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:34:51.510-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cãobajur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hoje a sky voltou a fazer folia ... então em plena rua são paulo agora há um cãobajur latindo para todos os transeuntes. nunca pensei que veria algo tão ridículo na minha vida hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2802249616744593992?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2802249616744593992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2802249616744593992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2802249616744593992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2802249616744593992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/cobajur.html' title='cãobajur'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4319962419310459390</id><published>2007-07-27T13:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T14:01:36.119-03:00</updated><title type='text'>roubalheira descarada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não consigo esconder que sou fanático por fórmula-1, que infelizmente se transformou mais numa ferramenta de interesses do que um campeonato esportivo. na última corrida, alonso e hamilton não foram sequer advertidos, por barbeiragem e ajuda (sem precedentes na f1), respectivamente. mas o que me incomoda não é isto. o que me incomoda é o escândalo de espionagem na categoria ... que recentemente teve a mclaren declarada culpada, porém sem sofrer sanções. é como acordar num dia qualquer e ver que seu carro não está na garagem. então liga para a polícia, que encontra seu carro estacionado na garagem de um vizinho próximo. porém o vizinho escapa de qualquer punição judicial pois alega que não usou o carro, mesmo reconhecendo que o mesmo é roubado e estava em sua propriedade. lindo de morrer. fosse a ferrari ou qualquer outra estaria em maus lençóis, mas como foi a mclaren, que tem por trás a toda-poderosa multi-bilionária mercedes-benz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;notas de rodapé: este conteúdo é especulativo e não demonstra interesse de difamação sobre as partes e bla bla bla ... hahaahaahahha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4319962419310459390?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4319962419310459390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4319962419310459390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4319962419310459390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4319962419310459390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/roubalheira-descarada.html' title='roubalheira descarada'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3202215658818796799</id><published>2007-07-24T15:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:28:45.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'>zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;já falei o quanto eu gostei do novo álbum do smashing pumpkins? &lt;a href="http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/nerd-ou-no-nerd-eis-questo.html"&gt;já&lt;/a&gt;? bom, digo denovo então, tá muito bom. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://sapomarciano.4shared.com/"&gt;tão bom que disponibilizei no meu disco virtual&lt;/a&gt;. tá lá, junto com algumas coisinhas legais. espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grande abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3202215658818796799?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3202215658818796799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3202215658818796799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3202215658818796799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3202215658818796799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/zeitgeist.html' title='zeitgeist'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2234640554566037633</id><published>2007-07-24T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:33:13.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desabafo de um web developer frustrado 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;pensem numa linguagem de programação velha e fora de moda. pensem numa versão simplificada e capada dela. embutam esta nhaca num randerizador visual de texto markup. depois imaginem uma grande gambiarra de entrelaçar o texto markup com esta v&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ersão simplificada (e agora renomeada) e capada de uma linguagem de programação velha e fora de moda&lt;/span&gt;. ok, pensaram? então agora vamos mais longe: imagem uma grande biblioteca de funções e pseudo-classes feita por uma grande empresa em cima desta plataforma toda. piorou? não. agora acoplem à isto uma outra biblioteca entrelaçada à esta outra biblioteca com a visão única de um programador maluco que acredita que todos pensam como ele. agora imagine-se usando esta última biblioteca. GAMBIARRA? não não, nunquinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BIm8jcfWog"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BIm8jcfWog" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;outra coisa complicada é procurar músicas obscuras no youtube que ainda não tenham se transformado em alguma "homenagem" à animes japoneses. podre, simplesmente podre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;bom, porém este clipe é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODA&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2234640554566037633?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2234640554566037633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2234640554566037633' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2234640554566037633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2234640554566037633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/desabafo-de-um-web-developer-frustrado.html' title='desabafo de um web developer frustrado 4'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2737143123754182951</id><published>2007-07-23T11:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:34:27.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e a sky está no veterinário neste momento, provavelmente no meio da cirurgia. angústia dos infernos!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atualização às 15.33hrs: tá tudo bem com ela :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2737143123754182951?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2737143123754182951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2737143123754182951' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2737143123754182951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2737143123754182951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/sky.html' title='sky'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1316985193323012537</id><published>2007-07-23T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:58:08.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboom, parte 3</title><content type='html'>agora eu JURO que foi um escapamento de fusca!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1316985193323012537?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1316985193323012537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1316985193323012537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1316985193323012537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1316985193323012537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/kaboom-parte-3.html' title='kaboom, parte 3'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8267003299539791474</id><published>2007-07-22T20:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T20:06:08.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'>kaboom, parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em relação ao &lt;a href="http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-kaboom-joinvilense.html"&gt;post anterior&lt;/a&gt;, nesta noite de domingo não são gases. garanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8267003299539791474?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8267003299539791474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8267003299539791474' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8267003299539791474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8267003299539791474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/kaboom-parte-2.html' title='kaboom, parte 2'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6463348898563879897</id><published>2007-07-22T01:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:10:05.601-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o kaboom joinvilense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;muitos falam sobre terremoto; outros cogitam a hipótese dum sonic-boom; alguns até dos homenzinhos verdes de garuva. porém vou falar a verdade: o almoço de sexta foi dos melhores e eu estava com gases. sorry people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6463348898563879897?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6463348898563879897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6463348898563879897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6463348898563879897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6463348898563879897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-kaboom-joinvilense.html' title='o kaboom joinvilense'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-9188646497292975022</id><published>2007-07-20T15:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:51:24.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit more of annie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsOMJ8OGNaA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KsOMJ8OGNaA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eurythmics \o/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-9188646497292975022?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/9188646497292975022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=9188646497292975022' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/9188646497292975022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/9188646497292975022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-bit-more-of-annie.html' title='a little bit more of annie'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3295865029543306208</id><published>2007-07-19T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:44:47.805-03:00</updated><title type='text'>hardcore user</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp--4HxdTrI/AAAAAAAAABs/PI-0cAF2yS4/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp--4HxdTrI/AAAAAAAAABs/PI-0cAF2yS4/s400/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088995975320391346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um exemplo de amor ao hardware ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3295865029543306208?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3295865029543306208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3295865029543306208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3295865029543306208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3295865029543306208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/hardcore-user.html' title='hardcore user'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp--4HxdTrI/AAAAAAAAABs/PI-0cAF2yS4/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-4438100970183623083</id><published>2007-07-19T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:19:24.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>brasil x argentina</title><content type='html'>pérolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp-O7XxdTqI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fo620uCFHE/s1600-h/Fifa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp-O7XxdTqI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fo620uCFHE/s400/Fifa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088943254596832930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-4438100970183623083?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/4438100970183623083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=4438100970183623083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4438100970183623083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/4438100970183623083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/brasil-x-argentina.html' title='brasil x argentina'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp-O7XxdTqI/AAAAAAAAABk/9fo620uCFHE/s72-c/Fifa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8880216093585125042</id><published>2007-07-19T10:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T10:33:40.781-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nerd ou não nerd, eis a questão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok, até admito ser nerd, e todo nerd erra muito até chegar no resultado esperado ... porém acredito que isto não é bem o resultado que eu queria (apenas um operador de matrix conseguiria ler, eu acho - ou então é a provável inspiração dos irmãos wachowsky):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp9mL3xdTpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ym8isdqlcdI/s1600-h/a_nerd_but_not_that_much.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp9mL3xdTpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ym8isdqlcdI/s400/a_nerd_but_not_that_much.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088898458087935634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;no mais, putz, o novo álbum do smashing pumpkins (zeitgeist) tá um tesão. na minha opinião, o melhor deles \o/ tá certo que agora vai socar comunidades do tipo "billy corgan with lasers", mas tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2srWWCrLB0g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2srWWCrLB0g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8880216093585125042?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8880216093585125042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8880216093585125042' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8880216093585125042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8880216093585125042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/nerd-ou-no-nerd-eis-questo.html' title='nerd ou não nerd, eis a questão'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/Rp9mL3xdTpI/AAAAAAAAABc/ym8isdqlcdI/s72-c/a_nerd_but_not_that_much.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7177315891694899222</id><published>2007-07-18T18:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:41:51.779-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sabem o que é foda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;vocês sabem o que é foda? poderia muito bem começar dizendo que "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foda é foder de cueca uma ...&lt;/span&gt;". porém isto não é foda (até porque tem zorba com aba). foda é descobrir que uma música boa que te dá na telha colocar no blog simplesmente não possui clipe. ainda bem que alguns malucos fazem clipes toscos (como o abaixo) apenas com a música. ok, vale a música :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-rljzG0sC4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-rljzG0sC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7177315891694899222?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7177315891694899222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7177315891694899222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7177315891694899222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7177315891694899222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/sabem-o-que-foda.html' title='sabem o que é foda?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1959824390672408799</id><published>2007-07-17T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:25:20.039-03:00</updated><title type='text'>porém agora oficial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a música que eu queria postar aqui (pra completar a "sessão pseudo-deprê" de hoje, após creep) não tem no youtube - provavelmente aquelas brigas de direitos autorais do riaa e bla bla bla que eu tanto gosto. então vai outra que ficou hoje na cabeça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K27d7Ut5bXo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K27d7Ut5bXo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assim como a primeira que não pude postar aqui, esta é uma música de muitas lembranças ... uma mais tesão que a outra. weee-ha :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1959824390672408799?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1959824390672408799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1959824390672408799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1959824390672408799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1959824390672408799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/porm-agora-oficial.html' title='porém agora oficial'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3555497018950905176</id><published>2007-07-17T16:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:37:24.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não seria a versão oficial ...</title><content type='html'>... porém tambem é ótima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3555497018950905176?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3555497018950905176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3555497018950905176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3555497018950905176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3555497018950905176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-seria-verso-oficial.html' title='não seria a versão oficial ...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-2386754437532212968</id><published>2007-07-16T22:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:53:24.218-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o diário de um autista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meu querido blog, hoje acordei chateado. tive enxaqueca durante a noite e acordei muito cedo. depois, a sky teve veterinário de manhã cedo, me enrolei e acabei por sair sem tomar café. a sky teve de raspar a barriga pra fazer ultrassom. infelizmente ela está com cisto no ovário e vai ter de retirar ovários e útero semana que vem ( *angústia* ). trabalhei o resto do dia todo e finalmente fiz funcionar uns conceitos que havia idealizado muito tempo atrás. um pequeno passo no trabalho, a big step for richard kind (mwaa-uhsausahsauha). fim do dia fui no centro resolver umas pendências, e assim que estava tudo pronto fui dar umas voltas no shopping para ver algumas meninas bonitas. acabei por impulso indo assistir &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0382932/"&gt;ratatouille&lt;/a&gt;. muito bom. pouco antes, assisti o trailer do filme dos simpsons e gargalhei muito alto. ao chegar em casa, fiz com a sky o que o &lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=A1RDBzKl9KI"&gt;homer fez ao porquinho&lt;/a&gt; (aproveitando sua barriga raspada). a cena foi tão estúpida, mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão&lt;/span&gt; estúpida que estou rindo até agora. vos escrevo antes de ir dormir, e espero que estejam bastante entediados com esta besteira (hahahaha). boa noite! au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2386754437532212968?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/2386754437532212968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=2386754437532212968' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2386754437532212968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/2386754437532212968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-dirio-de-um-autista.html' title='o diário de um autista'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8097882454944199297</id><published>2007-07-12T16:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:17:16.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>aquelas coisas sem sentido</title><content type='html'>achei meus antigos cds de mp3 \o/ mais detalhes em um post futuro e nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDa5Be-M_v8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDa5Be-M_v8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8097882454944199297?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8097882454944199297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8097882454944199297' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8097882454944199297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8097882454944199297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/aquelas-coisas-sem-sentido.html' title='aquelas coisas sem sentido'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8332803561187690538</id><published>2007-07-11T17:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T17:13:53.385-03:00</updated><title type='text'>good will hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há, nunca havia visto "gênio indomável". vi ante-ontem. muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000354/"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000354/"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why thank you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000354/"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; [&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Will nods&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8332803561187690538?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8332803561187690538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8332803561187690538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8332803561187690538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/8332803561187690538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-will-hunting.html' title='good will hunting'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6314428344776379144</id><published>2007-07-08T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:57:59.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>bourne ultimatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL-yPIWh29c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL-yPIWh29c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this summer, bourne comes home.&lt;/span&gt;" surtei, surtei, surtei, surtei e surtei. cada vez que vejo o trailer, fico mais ansioso. CHEGA AGOSTO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6314428344776379144?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6314428344776379144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6314428344776379144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6314428344776379144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6314428344776379144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/bourne-ultimatum.html' title='bourne ultimatum'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-1082933102788843609</id><published>2007-07-06T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:46:00.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>papos engraçados</title><content type='html'>coisas que só rolam depois do famoso alcohol, sendo A uma amiga indo embora e B seu namorado e R, eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tchau Richard, tô indo!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;R: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tchau A, pode deixar que vamos tomar conta do B!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;A: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pra quê? Quem vai querer isso?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;hahahahahaahahaha eu me estrago de rir ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1082933102788843609?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1082933102788843609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1082933102788843609' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1082933102788843609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1082933102788843609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/07/papos-engraados.html' title='papos engraçados'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-7578421557825027408</id><published>2007-07-06T10:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:18:45.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah, alright!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjdq9ZCVzc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBjdq9ZCVzc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;richard mexendo pra esquerda, pra direita ... yeah yeah! \o/ tunts tunts tunts ... %)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-7578421557825027408?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/7578421557825027408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=7578421557825027408' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7578421557825027408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/7578421557825027408'/><link rel='alternate' 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wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~__~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-990431216305285981?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/990431216305285981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=990431216305285981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/990431216305285981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/990431216305285981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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os lados), tem de tudo, absolutamente tudo. passeamos no shopping eldorado: simplesmente animal. só a praça de alimentação engole facilmente o maior shopping de joinville. e lá eles tem &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.choppbrahmablack.com.br/"&gt;brahma black&lt;/a&gt;. eu tomei eu tomei eu tomei mwaaaa-hua-hua-hua-hua ... agora quero brahma black em joinville; ou ao menos um retorno em breve para sampa ... hahahahahahaha :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* o coração financeiro&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eis o meu divertimento. como financista, conhecer o coração financeiro do brasil é simplesmente espetacular. a sede dos grandes bancos, todos reunidos em uma única rua ... e o melhor: as duas maiores bolsas de valores do país também no mesmo lugar: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bovespa.com.br/"&gt;bovespa&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.bmf.com.br/"&gt;bm&amp;f&lt;/a&gt;. não visitamos a bovespa (apesar de tirar fotos), pois o nosso interesse era acompanhar um pregão ao vivo - e não o eletrônico, que é como funciona hoje a bovespa. para tanto, fomos na bm&amp;amp;f (bolsa de mercadorias &amp; futuros). é animal, simplesmente animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* lixo e afins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;algumas coisas me incomodaram em são paulo, porém o que me pasmou foi a quantidade de LIXO que tem espalhado pela cidade ... é inacreditável, não dá pra definir com nenhuma metáfora; é simplesmente são paulo. ao sair da bm&amp;f ganhei um folheto ... até o ônibus (onde o joguei fora), foram aproximadamente 600 metros de caminhada sem encontrar um maldito lixeiro sequer ... e ah, fora o gari que achou engraçado o fato de eu ter jogado, em outra oportunidade, outro folheto em seu carrinho de lixo ao invés da rua. brigas, pirataria e gente desconfiada foram outros atrativos em 45 minutos passeando no centro de sampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* o ímpeto feminino&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;na palestra da bm&amp;f, foi dito que existem corretores independentes dentro da bolsa de valores que, para poderem atuar precisam "comprar" um passe no valor de R$ 1,2 milhões - provavelmente do próprio bolso. isto foi justificado pela palestrante, onde diz dos corretores ganharem muito mais que isto em um mês, se tiverem ligeiro sucesso em suas transações. algum tempo mais tarde, enquanto assistíamos ao pregão, um grupinho de meninas (finanças é o típico curso onde estuda 1 cara pra cada 3 mulheres) apontava o dedo para os corretores de crachá azul (independentes), aos dizeres: "aquele ali é gatinho". sim, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gatí$$imo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* o ônibus&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;DESCONFORTÁVEL, ao ponto de me manter as 24 horas acordado. qual foi a primeira coisa que fiz quando cheguei em casa? exatamente, fui dar comida aos cachorros! acharam que fui logo pegar a baixinha de quatro? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* filmes&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;durante a viagem vimos alguns filmes ... na verdade eu não vi nenhum, tentei heroicamente puxar um sono naquelas poltronas mega confortáveis, sem nenhum sucesso ... mas me lembro bem do final de madagascar: "eu me remexo, eu me remexo muito". imagine então eu na poltrona ... hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* café&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;incrível, os paulistas não tem café bom. primeiro que as cafeterias só ofereciam café expresso - eu odeio café expresso. segundo que, se o café podia ser ruim, os paulistas ainda o pioravam - pois os sachês de açúcar só tinham do tipo cristal. não conhecem açúcar refinado não? o único café half-mouth que tomei em sampa foi - dignamente - na alameda do café, lateral à bovespa. porém gosto é gosto :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;* saldo fotográfico da viagem&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perdoem-me aos que gostam de fotografias com qualidade (inclusive), mas infelizmente era muita coisa para ver, muito caminho para andar e pouco tempo para ficar regulando a máquina ... resultado? modo automático e &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rkuesters/tags/sampa/"&gt;algumas fotos novas no meu flickr&lt;/a&gt;. espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e é isto! sem muitas palavras, apenas um blog clamando por um novo post ... talvez eu complemente com outros fatos curiosos :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-5671936104716058575?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-8626855588033222858</id><published>2007-06-29T14:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:15:01.734-03:00</updated><title type='text'>denovo, mas diferente</title><content type='html'>para agitar um pouco e levantar o humor ... afinal, estou de férias! \o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pe8fGt5M3SI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pe8fGt5M3SI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ps: entenda por férias, não aquele período em que ficas descansando numa rede, lendo algum livro ao som de suas músicas preferidas; e sim o período em que podes ficar 2 horas a mais no trabalho e ainda assim chegar em casa 2 horas antes do que costumavas chegar da faculdade. hell yeah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;110? há, foi melzinho na chupeta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-8626855588033222858?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/8626855588033222858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=8626855588033222858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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de olhos vermelhos que conversa com objetos inanimados, toma shots de adrenalina acompanhados de um bom cafezinho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-1192519789236066277?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/1192519789236066277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=1192519789236066277' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1192519789236066277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/1192519789236066277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/06/desabafo-de-um-web-developer-frustrado_27.html' title='desabafo de um web developer frustrado 3'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-3552986162923711961</id><published>2007-06-26T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:10:07.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>as novas brincadeiras</title><content type='html'>faz parte de todo aprendizado ler coisas do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It’s important to add &lt;tt class="docutils literal"&gt;&lt;span class="pre"&gt;__str__()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt; methods to your models, not only for your own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sanity &lt;/span&gt;when dealing with the interactive prompt, but also because objects’ representations are used throughout Django’s automatically-generated admin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é ... sanity? onde?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-3552986162923711961?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/3552986162923711961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=3552986162923711961' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/3552986162923711961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CgWhNSD3KI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo existem muitas bandas ... porém &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apenas uma&lt;/span&gt; é a cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos, fiquem com Deus e que seja a melhor semana do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-2978519176123323613?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-808080825860353367</id><published>2007-06-23T00:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:01:52.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>the hero is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;já que &lt;a href="http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-big-whoop.html"&gt;andei citando&lt;/a&gt; alguns ícones da minha vida ... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367882/"&gt;the hero is back&lt;/a&gt;, looking good as he always did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RnyYKMnTlFI/AAAAAAAAABU/2LffoKy4VHo/s1600-h/hes_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RnyYKMnTlFI/AAAAAAAAABU/2LffoKy4VHo/s400/hes_back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079101780719277138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the more i need the less i know&lt;/span&gt;". period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;um MUITO OBRIGADO a todos que me ajudaram nesta semana terrível: Édis, Cléber, Madresita, Cezar, Matheus (cRíff), Erich, Fran, Sonia, Diego, Ederson, Elaine, Richard (direito), Matheus (nik), Fernando, Sil e principalmente Bronson. com certeza não teria coragem sequer de começar se não fosse vossa ajuda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-808080825860353367?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/RnyYKMnTlFI/AAAAAAAAABU/2LffoKy4VHo/s72-c/hes_back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6301148609175166231</id><published>2007-06-21T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:41:30.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>papo de nerd, part 2</title><content type='html'>a expressão clássica de malucos insanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ðiego diz:&lt;br /&gt;nois semu foda véi&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;nois semu analfaburro&lt;br /&gt;Ðiego diz:&lt;br /&gt;nois ixtuda i nois sabi&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;pra caralhu mano&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;nois eh foda&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;nois eh do gueto&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;aqui com nois ninguem pode nao&lt;br /&gt;Ðiego diz:&lt;br /&gt;ahahaa&lt;br /&gt;Richard Asdasdasd diz:&lt;br /&gt;huasuahuauhuhuhuhu&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6301148609175166231?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6301148609175166231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6301148609175166231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6301148609175166231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37797903/posts/default/6301148609175166231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/06/papo-de-nerd-part-2.html' title='papo de nerd, part 2'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17095976209523305007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PqnRmEuIpmY/SbiBEzKJg9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/1qEmPysgDEo/s1600-R/ln.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37797903.post-6672822564739569964</id><published>2007-06-21T11:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:30:50.367-03:00</updated><title type='text'>post n.150</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;comemorando o post de n. 150 (parece que foi ontem que comemorei o &lt;a href="http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/2007/03/post-n-100.html"&gt;post de n. 100&lt;/a&gt;), aqui vai um pequeno agrado a la eighties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7NMZB9LQ0w"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7NMZB9LQ0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but when i'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what set you free and brought you to me, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what set you free, i need you here by me, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a rebel yell she cried more, more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the midnight hour babe more, more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a rebel yell more, more, more, more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forte abraço para todos e fiquem com Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Richard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37797903-6672822564739569964?l=the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-fucking-metaphore.blogspot.com/feeds/6672822564739569964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37797903&amp;postID=6672822564739569964' 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