comprovando: alias. Identifica a ação de adquirir um cd, dvd ou material relacionado ao cantor romantico-brega Wando. ex: "Só comprovando"

fonte: Pequeno Dicionário Morcegaelis da Língua Portuguesa

hmm

o amargo gosto de "eu sabia".

isquidum o cacete.

(garoto de cerca de 8 a 10 anos, voz e close)
Macacão com suspensório Matutinho®! Além de te deixar um gatinho, sempre mantém o dedo limpinho!
(o garoto enfia o dedo no nariz e limpa na parte de dentro do suspensório, dando uma risadinha)
Agora você pode limpar o salão e já tem onde colocar a caquinha!
(o garoto saindo do quarto, com o material da escola na mão, cabelinho brilhoso e sorriso malandro)
E é um ótimo presente pra dar pras gatinhas!
(menina limpando o dedo no suspensório)

(o garotinho, abraçado com a menina, ambos com o macacão)
Macacão com suspensório! Mais um produto Matutinho!

(...)

E esse, senhores, foi meu sonho de hoje.
Minha mente é um lugarzinho muito pitoresco.

Leethus, vai dormir!

no cyx, please, not again!
but yeah, I am posting this again. It's one of those things I wish I wrote myself. True beauty rendered real with words. Specially the "I paint your name in sound" part. That always sends shivers down my spine.

maybe someday I'll render beauty myself.

Small of Two Pieces (Screeching Shards)

Run through the cold of the night
As passion burns in your heart
Ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
Like a proud wolf alone in the dark
With eyes that watch the world
And my name like a shadow
On the face of the moon

Broken mirror, a million shades of light
The old echo fades away
But just you and I
Can find the answer
And then, we can run to the end of the world
We can run to the end of the world

Cold fire clenched to my heart
In the blue of night
Torn by this pain, I paint your name in sound
And the girl of the dawn, with eyes of blue and angel wings,
The songs of the season are her only crown

We met in the mist of morning
And parted deep in the night
Broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
But run through the heart
Washed away by the darkest waters
The world is peaceful and still...

(from the Xenogears soundtrack)

The Hourglass


Standing alone by the edge of a river
he's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
when the sand's running out and the ending is near

The ending is near
The ending is near
The ending is...

The man climbed aboard and set sail for the ocean
He put on the mast all the canvas she'd take
then laid himself down on the deck neath the tiller
The ship was his coffin, this moment his wake

Runaway reasons
Runaway reasons
Time is a treason
That I give back to you now

The wind touched the sail and the ship moved the ocean
The wind from the storm set the course she would take
From a journey to nowhere towards a soul on the ocean
From the wake of Magellan to Magellan's Wake

Runaway reasons
Runaway reasons
Everything in it
Hours and minutes
You take tomorrow
because it means nothing
to me
to me
to...


In the dark he heard a whisper
asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land

In the dark he heard a whisper
asking him to understand
In the desert look for water
On the ocean look for land

And there in the waves
was a man in his grave
that he saw in the night
'tween the flashes of light
And he
could not be there

Could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

Could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

And all at once the heavens bled their fire
The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
and in the dark I thought I heard them say

Could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

Everything I ever had for one more tomorrow
Everything I ever had for just one more night
And if this is not to be I pray could I borrow
just another final hour onto my life

Could you keep our lives together
safely back onto the shore
Could you grant this last illusion
Only this and nothing more

Nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing...


Standing once more by a boat on a river
he pushes it off while he stays on the land
And seeing the hourglass now so much clearer
which someone had refilled by hand

And somewhere that boat's now adrift on the ocean
the mast at full sail and there's no one on board
The hourglass no longer sits by the ocean
Only his footprints all alone in the shore
And soon they're no more

And soon they're no more
And soon they're no more


(Savatage, The Wake of Magellan)

int CYXCLASS::LookAt(OBJECT target) {

  if (strcmp(target.id, "mf.prf")) {

    GazeAt(target);
    if ((Math.Random()*2)>1) {
      Fisio.RaiseAttr("adrenalin", 100);
      Fisio.InvEffect("heartbeat", 150);
      Psique.AttemptSelfControl("hard"); // if it doesn't work, all is lost
    } else {
      Psique.InvEffect("paralize", 0); //paralize until external event gets attention
      Psique.AttemptSelfControl("normal");
    };
    return -1;

  } else {

    return DefLookAt(object);

  };

}

back on its feet

como prometido, La Batcueva volta a seu template vertical. Foi divertido enquanto durou, mas acabou. Thank you all for complaining.

e até o próximo episódio de maneiras escrotas de se usar um blog!

NWN Gallery

Still on last post's subject, here is a not-so-difficult to see scene in those days: the group hanging out by the Temple Square. (click to enlarge)

NWN Gallery

Resolvi postar imagens que remetem ao passado. A uma época que, infelizmente, não volta. Quando perdíamos tardes, manhãs e madrugadas inteiras nos laboratórios da USP jogando Doom, Warcraft e outras besteiras diversas. E, mais que tudo... jogando MUD. Entao aí vai uma pequena imagem pra relembrar aqueles bons(?) tempos.


como a própria legenda diz, essa imagem ilustra um momento de preparação dos guerreiros Sir Leethus of Luminia e Alberion, the Eternal Druid.

mais imagens reveladoras em breve.

more comemorative stuff

já que a festa de editar templates tá rolando, resolvi fazer mais uma coisinha. Uma desculpa é a comemoração da volta do tampa - mas o motivo real é que eu tive essa idéia tempos atrás e resolvi fazer agora - antes que eu pare de mexer com html de novo.

Então agora, por um curto espaço de tempo, La Batcueva é horizontal. Sim, podem me dar o premio de "Blog mais escroto pra navegar de todos os tempos" - See if I care.