Buenas, mis queridos lectores. Hace rato que no posteaba, la verdad. Es que entre mi vicio a Lost, a que estoy jugando de nuevo al GTA:SA, y que… bueno. ¡Son vacaciones de invierno! La poca vida social que tengo debe ser cuidada.
Paso para decirles que bueno, que como ya venia diciendo hace rato, quiero darle un nuevo estilo al blog. Me canse de simplemente postear imágenes que saco de stumbleupon. Dejare de preocuparme por las visitas, el SEO, que tengo que escribir tres veces al día y todas esas cosas.
Este blog, al fin y al cabo, nacio con la esperanza de divertirme y hacer nuevos amigos, y si que lo a hecho. Voy a seguir posteando, tal vez no tan seguido como antes (eso no significa que aparezca una vez por mes tampoco, no se asusten). Voy a escribir sobre lo que me llame la atención, y no solo sobre humor.
Espero no me quieran moles a palazos xD. Pero bueno, al fin y al cabo, es mi blog, y al que no le guste puede no leerlo. Sin rencores, que no te voy a odiar porque no te guste mi blog.
PD: ¿Soy el unico que tiene problemas subiendo imagenes con WP 2.6?
Después de merecido semi-descanso de mi parte y tras muchos dias de no postear nada por aca, voy a seguir con los post sobre musica, y a ponerles algunas de las canciones que mas me gustan. Tal vez no por la voz, tal vez no por los instrumentos, si no por su letra. Aquí van:
Faithless - Mass Destruction (Lyrics)
Whether long range weapon or suicide bomber
Wicked mind is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether you’re Soaraway Sun or BBC 1
Misinformation is a weapon of mass destruct
You coulda Caucasian or a poor Asian
Racism is a weapon of mass destruction
Whether inflation or globalization
Fear is a weapon of mass destruction
My dad came into my room holding his hat
I knew he was leaving,
He sat on my bed told me some facts.
Son, I have the duty, calling on me
You and your sister be brave my little soldier
And don’t forget all I told ya
Your the mister of the house now remember this
And when you wake up in the morning give ya momma a kiss
Then I had to say goodbye
In the morning woke momma with a kiss on each eyelid,
Even though I’m only a kid
Certain things can’t be hid
Momma grabbed me
Held me like I was made of gold
But left her inner stories untold
I said, momma it will be alright
When daddy comes home, tonight
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
The skin under my chin is exploding again.
I’m getting stress from some other children
I’m holding it in.
We taking sides like a politician
And if i get friction we get to fighting.
I’ll defend my dad he’s the best of all men
and whatever he’s doing he’s doing the right thing.
It’s frightening, but it makes me mad,
Why do all of these people seem to hate my dad?
And if that ain’t enough now i get these spots.
I go to sleep every night with my stomache in knots
And what’s more, i can hear momma next door
Explore the radio for reports of war.
And all we ever seem to do is hide the tears.
Seems like daddy been gone for years.
But he was right, now i’m geared up for the fight
and he would be proud of me.
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton, Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courage, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
My story stops here, lets be clear.
This scenario is happening everywhere.
And you ain’t going to nirvana or far-vana,
you’re coming right back here to live out your karma.
With even more drama than previously, seriously.
Just how many centuries have we been
waiting for someone else to make us free?
And we refuse to see
that people overseas suffer just like we:
Bad leadership and ego’s unfettered and free
Who feed on the people they’re supposed to lead
I don’t need good people to pray and wait
For the lord to make it all straight.
There’s only now, do it right.
‘Cos I don’t want your daddy, leaving home tonight
[CHORUS]
Whether Halliburton Enron or anyone
Greed is a weapon of mass destruction
We need to find the courages, overcome
Inaction is a weapon of mass destruction (x3)
Foo Figthers - The pretender (Lyrics)
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began
Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in… again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I’m finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole… defense
Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It’s never-ending, never-ending
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
In time our soul untold
I’m just another soul for sale… oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We’re temporary, temporary
Same old story
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
I’m the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I’m the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right
I’m the enemy
I’m the hand that will take you down
Bring you to your knees
So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?
So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Garbage - Sex is not the enemy
no evolution
sometimes it depresses me
the same old same
oh we keep repeating history
the institution curses curiosity
it´s our conviction
sex is not the enemy
a revolution is the solution
I won´t feel guilty
no matter what they´re telling me
I won´t feel dirty and buy into their misery
I won´t be shamed cause I believe that love is free
it fuels the heart and sex is not my enemy
a revolution is the solution
true love is like gold
there´s not enough to go around
but then there´s god and doesn´t god love everyone?
give me a choice
give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice
sex is not the enemy
a revolution is the solution
sex is not the enemy
Garbage - Metal Heart (Lyrics)
I wish I had a metal heart
I could cross the line
I wish I was half as good
As you think I am
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
I wish I was as big as you
You’d have to tell the truth
I’d be nothing you could hurt
Nothing you could use
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round
I want to be dependable
I want to be courageous and good
I want to be faithful so that I can be heroic and true
I want to be your friend you can rely on
You can lean on and trust
I want to understand so I can forgive
And be willing to love
I wish I wasn’t flesh and blood
I would not be scared
Of bullets meant with me in mind
Then I could be saved
My sweet lord, take care of me for I think I’m done
Kiss my mother on her cheek and lay my burden down
Lay my burden down
Now that we know for sure
They’re telling lies
When they say no one gets hurt and therefore nobody dies
You know it’s hard to believe anything that you hear
They say the world is round
The world is round
The world is round
The world is round
Look at the hottie in the tight jeans
Look at the pipe dreams
Look at the fat man burst at the seams
Look at the captain with the galaxy, right off his balcony
Look at the science and the alchemy
Look at the sirens on the cop cars
Look at the pop stars
Look at the convicts filing the bars
Look at the wife
Look at the knife
Look at the pom-pom prom queen scream and scream and run for her life
It’s always right, the perfect light in the dark of night
Give up the world, give up your life, ’cause you cannot fight the television
Television, television
Television!
Look at them trying to get the flag higher
Look at the quagmire
Look at the tread separate from the tire
Look at the junky trying to get a gram
Look at the betting man
Look at him folding on a better hand
It’s always right, the fearless light in the dark of night
Give up the world, give up your life cause you cannot fight the television
Television, television
Television!
Look at me hypnotized and half alive, maybe it’s four or five
Some parts are sleeping, some parts are paralyzed
Just one more minute, just one more minute, I think I’m almost in it
Television, television
Television, television
Give me tits and politicians (Television, television)
Give me death and demolition (Television, television)
Give me glamour and sedition (Television, television)
Television!
Katie Melua - Crawling up a hill (Lyrics)
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
“Don’t be late”,
Get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene Iüm gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Every morning (a)bout half past eight,
My Mummer wakes me says,
“Don’t be late”,
I get to the office, tryin’ to concentrate,
My life is like a slow train crawling up a hill.
So I stop one day to figure it out,
I’ll quit my job without a shadow of a doubt,
To sing the blues that I know about,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill.
Minute after minute,
Second after second,
Hour after hour goes by,
Working for a rich girl,
Staying just a poor girl,
Never stop to wonder why.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I’m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
Life is just a slow train.
So here I am in London town,
A better scene I’m gonna be around,
The kind of music that won’t bring me down,
My life is just a slow train crawling up a hill
Bueno, tarde un rato en hacerlo pero lo termine. Espero les gusten las canciones :), y sus respectivas letras tambien. Muchas dan para pensar.
Seguimos con las listas de cosas, que tienen mucho exito y ademas, me encanta hacerlas
Jugar con los efectos de Compiz Fusion (Si usas Windows jodete, todos los geeks saben que para serlo tenes que usar Linux. )
Mirar el correo… en la categoría de spam: Ah… que mi paypal tal cosa, que un asesino me va a matar (ese no tiene desperdicio), etc, etc. El spam cada dia es mas creativo y divertdio de leer.
Entrar a addons.mozilla.com sin ninguna razón aparente: No es que quieras una funcionalidad nueva… es que quieres ALGO nuevo.
Voy a hacer unos memes que tenia pendientes, son como 4 o 5, asi que preparense xD.
Lo que significa mi dominio y alias
Este meme consiste en explicar por que tienes el dominio que tienes y de donde nacio tu alias. Pues bien, el dominio que tengo nacio de que… bah, de no se puta donde. Queria un dominio que diga mas o menos lo que iba a hacer, pero que no me restrinja en cuanto a temas. Y asi quedo: http://frikiorgulloso.com
Y mi alias (Pk_JoA) nace cuando yo me estaba creando mi hermoso mail. Era el segundo, y habre tenido 10 años. Como soy mas olvidadizo que nadie….. ¿por donde estaba? quise poner de mail: joa@hotmail.com, pero obviamente estaba ocupado. Asi que el sistema me recomendo pk_joa@hotmail.com … y bue. Ahi quedo.
Este meme consiste en contestar una serie de preguntas con los titulos de las canciones. (Super dificil, solo recomendable para personas con mucho tiempo libre)
Estaban un ingeniero, un medico y un informatico discutiendo sobre cual de sus profesiones fue creada primero.
El medico dice:
“Dio extrajo una costilla de Adan para crear a Eva, eso obviamente fue una cirujia que solo un medico puede realizar”
Entonces el Ingeniero dice:
“Si, si. Pero antes de eso Dios separo el caos de el orden, y creo que el jardin del Eden. Esa fue la obra de ingenieria mas grande de la historia. “
Y entonces el informatico se da vuelta en su silla (con rueditas, obviamente), con cara de victoria y acariciando a un gato chico y blanco mientras sonrie misteriosamente…
Los emos… esta otra “tribu urbana” que sigue en mi lista de odios a los floggers. Siempre me pregunte como seria la vida diaria de una de estas “almas en pena”... menos mal que Peter Capusotto nos puede sacar la duda.
En sus 4 videos de 5 minutos cada uno, nos refleja la vida diaria de un emo. Y voy a tener que hacer la aclaración otra vez: ES HUMOR. Recuerden eso.
¡Ya van 500 pelotudeces que escribi para ustedes! Este seria el post 502, pero bueno… vamos a cambiarlo entonces: ¡Ya van 502 pelotudeces que escribi para ustedes!
Espero que lleguen a las 1000 y despues a las 2.000, si asi sigue la cosa. Y espero que me sigan bancando como hasta ahora, ¡que ya suman 2.100 comentarios de todos ustedes!
Google Reader es uno de los mejores lectores de feeds, y tambien de los mas usados. Pero hay siempre hay limites para todo, y hay personas que no conocen ese limite. Aquí 10 formas de saber que eres adicto a Google Reader.
Tienes TODOS tus feeds clasificados en carpetas, y cada vez que agregas uno nuevo, tardas 1 hora en decidir en que carpeta ira. (Sumate puntos si tienes sub-carpetas…)
Usas todas las funciones de Google Reader, como tags, enviar por correo, compartir, añadir estrellas….
Buscas add-ons para Firefox o Grease Monkey para mejorar Google Reader y agregarle funcionalidades o cambiarle el diseño.
Jose Bernabe esta haciendo una interesante propuesta en su blog, tu le haces una mini-review y el te hace un wallpaper con el nombre de tu blog y demas. La oferta es valida solo hasta las 12:00 PM de la noche de este 8 de junio, y la verdad es que no tengo ni puta idea de que hora es en España, pero me jugare a la suerte y esperare que sean menos de las 12:00…
JBernabe.comes un blog de diseño,fotografia y arquitectura , con un diseño muy agradable e intuitivo. Lo ubico que le reprocho es el favicon, que en realidad, brilla por su ausencia. Los temas que trata son interesantes, sobre todo para los interesados en estos temas.
Una review algo corta, pero bue… la verdad es que no hay mucho que decir, por que todo parece estar en orden :P. Espero que me tome en cuenta aunque sean mas de las 12:00 PM en España :S, y suerte a Jose (aka Futuro) con su blog :).
