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logo faço greve. Ou antes, suspendo este blog por tempo indeterminado.*









* Sim, porque eu não sou razoável como os senhores dos transportes públicos que vão dispersando os seus dias de greve pelo ano... Hasta luego.

Drops de Moral

Os oportunistas da faixa de BUS, aqueles que nunca mudam de direcção na primeira à direita, não deveriam ser multados. Parece mais adequado que sejam forçados a encostar nas paragens dos transportes colectivos passageiros, que eles pretendem ser, ainda que sob a forma derivada de transportes supostamente colectivos de um modo passageiro. Então, como BUS autênticos, abrem as portas à entrada de passageiros até completarem em três vezes a lotação do veículo.

Se a perspectiva de uma multa não os inibe, e até porque cumprir o código da estrada só porque é correcto está fora de questão, talvez a imagem de, não um, mas de uma dúzia de estranhos a ocupar cada centímetro quadrado do seu veículo - com os respectivos aromas incluídos, nas variantes 'hálito da aurora' e 'oito horas de trabalho mais tarde sem desodorizante' - os leve a mudar a postura. E até porque a Carris iria lograr com um reforço nas carreiras… Voluntários, ocupem a faixa de BUS. Vá lá…

Quoting myself #9

O desenho pode ser ilustrativo... mas só com palavras consigo ser realmente incisiva.

KiN Mode ON

"You Were Right

And you,
Were right to bide your time and not buy into my misery
Well the good things are never free
Do the colours of the rainbow look the same to everyone?
And I,
Was rushing round in circles for a reason to believe
Wipe the slime from off your sleeve
You could follow me for weeks
And I'm not going anywhere
Sometimes it's hard to love someone
Till the day that they are gone

And I
Just had a dream the other night
I was married to the Queen
And Madonna lived next door
I think she took a shine to me
And the kids were all grown up
But I had to turn her down
'Cos I was still in love with you

I'm turning Madonna down
I'm calling it my best move
I'll get her tickets to what she needs

I remember doing nothing on the night Sinatra died
And the night Jeff Buckley died
And the night Kurt Cobain died
And the night John Lennon died
I remember I stayed up to watch the news with everyone
And that was a lot of nights
And that was a lot of lives
Who lost the tickets to what they need?

And I
Was busy finding answers while you just got on with real life
Always hoped you'd be my wife
But I never found the time
For the question to arrive
I just disguised it in a song

And songs are never quite the answer
Just a soundtrack to a life
That is over all too soon
Helps to turn the days to night
While I was wrong and you were right

And this was a lesson learned
I'm happy to be your fool
And get you tickets to what you need

I'm turning the lights down low
I'm ready to make my move
I'll get you tickets to what you need"

by Badly Drawn Boy

Journalists are an endangered species

They keep saying: "I have just survived one more deadline".

Copy -> Paste #25

" - Que fazes aí?
- Procuro as minhas chaves...
- Mas estás certo que caíram mesmo debaixo do candeeiro?
- Não, tenho a certeza que caíram em outro lugar!
- Então porque é que as procuras debaixo do candeeiro?
- Porque aqui há luz!"

by Cornelius Castoriadis