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26 August, 2009

And so it begins again...


And one day, the smallest of creatures in all of Mediocre Earth came forth and proved, to all those we dwelled upon it, that making the difference is all about believing in yourself. It matters not whether your big as a dragon, strong as troll or smart as an elf.

In this land, where the sword of corruption is wielded by powerful and fierce races and peoples, the small Mendhobbit set out in an adventure that would forever change the course of life in this world. Regretfully, in the past the Mendhobbit was not trusted long enough by his fellow PSDians and was ordered to return to the peaceful village of Bluebag End.

Years after, the PSDians had gathered at the PSD Summer Universordor in Devidean Castle, when a tiny figure rose from under the legs of the orange-coated patricians, and addressed the audience. Albeit everyone was dazzled by the low and strong voice this midget-like being had, no one even recalled it as such. He spoke of truth, credibility and purity of heart and attacked the choosing of evil characters for the forthcoming enthronements.

In spite of his return, Mediocre Earth will never know if the purest of hearts would carry on that way until the passing of our time. If only he had had the chance to prove himself to his fellow PSDians and rid this land of all the evil lurking underneath its soil, what could have happened?

One thing we have learned from the Mendhobbit's journey: even the smallest of creatures with the greatest of hearts should not speak with a stuffed belly, for power corrupts even the most generous intentions, as his PSDian friends so often proved since the beggining of the Rose-Orange Age.

12 August, 2009

É isto que aqui se lê!

My Political Views
I am a left social libertarian
Left: 3.9, Libertarian: 4.39

Political Spectrum Quiz

Awe inspiring!


Por estas linhas se percebeu que este blogue é fã das provocações, especialmente as que abalam o status quo da estagnação político-social tuga.

Depois de ter rodado por vários orgãos da comunicação social, a história da troca das bandeiras na Câmara Municipal de Lisboa revelou um conjunto de mentes com grande sentido crítico, que fazem da sua bandeira - além da de Olivença e da Câmara Municipal - o conceito original do "humor democrático".

O Blog 31 da Armada concentra em si as ideias de um grupo que martela forte e feio no poder instalado, e passa das palavras a actos com um tipo de provocação reveladora de uma inteligência sublime.

Aconselha-se a visita (vivamente)

31 DA ARMADA

07 August, 2009

World Update coming up with Blogaria Pegada


This is World Update,
Good Evening,
Thousands of protesters have gathered outside BP's headquarters to raise awarness against the lack of updating on the worldwide famous Blog. Cindy Johnson reports.
"White House officials have released information on President Obama's immediate statement about the stillness of the reknown Blogaria Pegada blog. The reaction of the public was not a surprise. Obama's staff members revealed that the President was schocked with the inneficiency of BP's action. "We will not stand and watch while America and the world are being mocked by both the writings and the absence of those writings on this Blogaria Pegada blog." The same administration officials noted that, in spite of these words, the Presidente feels the world might be a better place without BP's constant void with regards to any use it may have to the broader society."

Depois de Prodigy no Optimus Alive, o Super Bock Super Rock das famílias, a pré-temporada vitoriosa do Benfica, o México espectacular na sua Riviera Maya, a festa do Chão da Lagoa e o Terreiro do Paço só com uma faixa terem perdido o timing, apeteceu-nos pôr aqui qualquer coisa. Mas o quê? Ya, ok, já nos lembrámos.

Quando foi introduzido o número de telefone de 9 dígitos, um formato supostamente Europeu ou universal ou que era, alguém começou a decorar ou a dizer os números 3 a 3? Isto é curioso, porque, por muito útil que seja este formato, temos tendência sempre a dizer os números tipo nove-um, nove-três-três, quatro-seis, zero-zero. Na realidade, era muito mais económico dizer nove-um-nove, três-três-quatro, seis-zero-zero. Ou seja, não estamos a ser eco, porque demoramos mais 0,8 mil milésimos de segundo ao telefone, gastando energia desnecessária e gerando mais radições provenientes dos telemóveis.

Ora aí está uma coisa sobre a qual pensar, enquanto nos pomos a caminho do fim desta Sexta-feira de trabalho e, tarda nadinha, com as nádegas a apoiar o peso do corpo durante 2 horas e meia até à 13ª edição do festival Sudoeste (a nossa 12ª presença). No dia de hoje, uma vai a cantar Shaggy e a outra TOK (pode ser que a genitália cante Mariza ou Deolinda, logo se vê).

Hasta Ahora!