A babá Nelly dos Santos, que perdeu o emprego depois de dar depoimento em “Páginas da Vida” sobre masturbação, apareceu ontem à tarde novamente na Sonia Abrão para dizer que a direção da Imperatriz Leopoldinense, que havia lhe oferecido trabalho (também no programa da Rede TV!), mudou de idéia alegando que ela está muito velha. A escola de samba carioca não quis comentar o assunto.
E a Globo, que faturou uma pancada de dinheiro utilizando a pobre senhora para falar algo que todo mundo sabe mas ninguém quer falar, salvando sua novelinha, sequer comenta o assunto.
A coisa começa pelo fato que a “entrevista” sequer deveria ter sido apresentada, dado o conteúdo de baixo calão. Depois temos que, dada a apresentação nacional e o escândalo que surgiu no meio (justamente por causa do conteúdo), a novela conseguiu ganhar seus pontos no IBOPE e a senhora foi demitida do seu emprego. Sem reconhecer o erro, não há qualquer comentário vindo da Globo, sequer um pedido de desculpas para os telespectadores, muito menos para a senhora.
Name your computer a beach. Work all day listening to “Beach Boys”.
Surreal, but funny.
There is something really bothering me in the open-source community.
When someone wants some feature added or a program added to some distribution, they never do the patch or package the program and offer it to developers/distributors. They send an email saying “Why we don’t have this? A lot of people/companies will need it and I believe we should do it”.
First, it’s not about lots of people and companies. It’s about YOU. YOU want the feature, so ask it FOR YOU. Second, you may not have the time/skills to patch/package what you want, but at least try to do it first. Like “Oh, I would like to contribute with this package, but I don’t have a clue. How do I start?”. Even if you take some time to understand what is going on, you’ll finally giving back to the community.
|I’m the 51,263,593 richest person on earth!|
(Actually, not how rich I AM, but how rich I will be).
[Proferidas logo após vencermos o desafio dos Simpsons:]
Cadu: “Ser comunista dá muito trabalho, o cara tem que ficar se policiando o tempo todo”.
Cadu: “Cangurus são os capangas dos coalas”.
Hisham: “Australia fica do outro lado do mundo, não importa onde tu esteja. Até do Japão fica do outro lado do mundo”.
Saturday, after so much talk, me, Hisham, Bedin and Cadu got together to complete a challenge we made three years ago: complete the Simpsons arcade. We challenged ourselves when we manage to complete the “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” arcade. Not that impressive, but I took pictures:
On Sunday, I had another challenge: a big fucking headache. It was the second time in my life I had such headache. It was hard even to walk and everything I managed to do was stay at bed. Sleeping was something I wanted to do but couldn’t. Now I’m better, but it was a real pain in the butt.
Paranoids in the world, unite!
First, when I needed internet connection to do my interview, NET managed to leave the house without any connection to the outside world. Now, a whole day of mishappings did the worst.
Yesterday I should’ve done my medical exames. The guy that managed to get me this job told me I could do the medical exames before any paper. When I went to the doctor to do them and they told me I needed the papers anyway. The first thing I thought was: “Mom’s computer!” So I called her. Unfortunately, she was seeing some relatives on our home town and she wouldn’t be back until the time for my psychologist. We schedule a visit post-therapy. With some time, I decided to go home and read some documents I had.
At home, I opened my laptop, just to find out that downloading full discographys can really consume your whole disc space. Without any space left, I had to backup some stuff on CD, something that took almost all my free time. Without reading anything at all, I rushed to the psychologist.
After therapy, I went to my parent’s house, to use their computer and printer (and yes, I have a computer, but I don’t have a printer). Arriving there, I connected to the internet, decided to do the steps needed to get the medical exams and, when it asked for my passport number, I realized the one I had in my hands was the old one, cancelled. Now, where the fuck was the valid one?!?
We (me and my dad) rushed to the old appartment, where I turned my old room upside down, without results. Now, back to the new appartment. Again, turned it upside down and no sign of the damn passport. Back to the old appartament, we turned everything upside down. Again, the passport refused to appear.
Exhausted, we decided to post-pone the search. I was already planning going to the federal police to ask a new one when my father called my saying that their daughter found it. Where the fuck it was hidding is something I didn’t ask but, finally, I have my valid passport at hands and I’m sure it will stay near me all the time till the trip.
Really, if I was supersticious, I would see all that as a sign of “don’t go there”. But, because I’m sometimes really bullheaded, I will go, even if I had to fuck 30 redhead girls. :)
From the blurb of a Slashdot article: “It is clear that we are dealing with an underground group of people who are writing exploits for profits. They are waiting for Patch Tuesday to pass, then it becomes Exploit Wednesday.”
I never liked the idea of a day to release patches: once they are ready, they should be released, even if it could take time to companies to test those patches. Now I know why I didn’t like it.
Belo nome de filme. Infelizmente, é mais uma das coisinhas que inventaram para que os políticos tenham como falar mal de seus adversário, ao invés de se focarem em outra coisa como, por exemplo, os planos de governo.
O que eu acho estranho nessa história toda (e que surgiu de uma conversa durante o jornal com meus pais) é que enquanto se discute de onde vieram os 1.7 milhões para a compra do dossiê, ninguém está discutindo o conteúdo. Pior ainda é que quem deveria estar falando do conteúdo está, na verdade, aceitando tomar pedrada (nesse caso, o PT). E, se considerarem as entrevistas do Serra, ele não anda nem confirmando (logicamente) nem desmentindo o conteúdo (o que é estranho). Ainda, como é que ninguém apontou que o FHC não sabia dessa história, da mesma forma que tem feito com o Lula? Será que, na verdade, ele sabia?