Para fazer O exterminador do futuro 2, Arnold Schwarzenegger recebeu 15,3 milhões de dólares. Nesse filme, ele grunhiu cerca de 700 palavras – o que dá algo como 21.860 dólares por palavra. Assim, só a famosa frase “Hasta la vista, baby”, valeu 87.440 dólares.

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Para hacer que el Terminator 2, Arnold Schwarzenegger recibió 15,3 millones de dólares. En esta película, el murmullo aproximadamente 700 palabras – que le da algo así como 21.860 dólares por palabra. Así, sólo la famosa frase “Hasta la vista, baby”, rendió 87.440 dólares.

Curiosa manera encontró Arnold Schwarzenegger, gobernador de California, para responder a un legislador de la oposición con quien mantiene un personal enfrentamiento político. Oculto en una carta de carácter oficial le mandó un mensaje: FUCK YOU. El hecho causó gran revuelo en Estados Unidos. La misiva era el veto gubernamental a una ley impulsada por el legislador de San Francisco, Tom Ammiano, la cual fue enviada a todos los miembros de la Asamblea estatal de California.

 Si se toma la primera letra de cada frase de dos párrafos de la carta, se construye el insulto más utilizado en el país del norte y que ya se utiliza en todo el mundo. Lo que se llama un acróstico. La ley AB1176, aprobada por unanimidad en la Asamblea y el Senado locales, daba al puerto de San Francisco financiación para su remodelación.

“Se trató de una simple coincidencia”, dijo el portavoz de Schwarzenegger, Aaron McLear. “Supongo que cuando realizas tantos vetos, algo como esto puede ocurrir”, añadió, recoge EFE. Precisamente Ammiano, un homosexual reconocido, interrumpió recientemente un discurso de Schwarzenegger en un acto de recaudación de fondos del partido demócrata local y lo acusó de “mentiroso”. Ese fue el cruce más duro que tuvieron.

Molesto por los vetos del gobernador a las leyes que habrían permitido las bodas entre homosexuales en California, le dijo “kiss my gay ass”, es decir, que podía besar su “culo gay”. Quintin Mecke, portavoz de Ammiano, tras conocer el contenido del texto del gobernador, manifestó que a su jefe no le molestaron esas palabras, sino el voto en sí mismo.

 ”Felicidades al gobernador por su creativa coincidencia”, dijo Mecke.

O novo exterminador.

Se sua resposta foi Christian Bale, está errado. A verdadeira salvação do filme O Exterminador do Futuro 4: a salvação, sem dúvidas, foi o ator Sam Worthington – o exterminador gostosíssimo Marcus Wright.

Não tenho moral alguma para criticar a história do filme, fui ao cinema sem lembrar quase nada dos outros três. Achei um bom filme de ação, mas Christian Bale como John Connor estava meio apagado – sem contar que toda hora eu lembrava do Batman. Eu também estava com um pé atrás pela falta de Arnold Schwarzenegger e seu hasta la vista baby, e a falta de uma trilha sonora de peso fez o longa deixar a desejar (me empolguei muito quando começou a tocar Guns N’ Roses, mas foi rápido demais).

Mas Sam Worthington fez a diferença. Fiquei torcendo pela felicidade dele o filme inteiro (quanta ingenuidade…), mesmo ele sendo uma máquina no fim das contas. Foi o verdadeiro herói (me desculpem os fãs de John Connor) e no fim, eu me perguntei: Arnold Schwarzenegger quem????

Greetings Constituents and Constituentettes

You may not have been able to catch me at my surgeries recently as I have been on many top secret diplomatic missions and other extremely serious matters that have meant that I have not been available to answer your queries, especially those regarding my, shall we say, extenuatingly exaggerated expenses claims. I have not been ducking out of public view, as some insensitive people have claimed, a duckhouse is the last place you’d find me. I have receipts for all of the biscuits that I have bought from the public purse, some of which I have fed back into the community at my one-to-one meetings, so in a way, it could be said that you owe me, really. But Jack is kind like that, and won’t hold it against you. The bathplugs and other additional items were all to help me to perform my duties as an MP. You wouldn’t seriously want me to turn up for work without having a bath in my deep-imbedded luxury jacouzzi, would you? Many a floosie has been waylaid in Jack’s Jacouzzi.

While surfing the wonders of the world wide web, my secretary Rowetta spotted THIS scurrilous article about my very blog! Somebody calling themself The Pickards is claiming that I, Councillor Jack Brody, am an imposter! Just because he may not have heard of me, it does not mean that I do not exist! How indignant can you get? These are not the only false claims that have emerged relating to myself. I confess, I did use a little creative accounting on my expenses, but we’ve got to move on from that now. I fully admit that I have learnt my lesson. I paid back the money for those Hob Nobs, and so let’s let nothing more be said of it (while we vote in new rules to allow us to ciphon money in a different way behind the scenes!).

Now, one of my favourite movie film actors of all time is Arnold Schwarzenneger. In the coming weeks I would like to employ The Arnie Approach to Politics. Governor Schwarzenneger of California (uber alles)’s political campaigns have been some of the most successful of recent times, and I am going to apply the principals of Arnie Power to my own upcoming campaigns. I will be saying, “The time has come to get tough with unemployment!” I will be saying, “Hasta la Vista social security club!” And I will be saying, “I will not tolerate The Gays and their fake fairy marriages!” Just who do they think they are, mincing about without a care in the world, going to discos, attending Mardi Gras and having touchy bottom shenanigans? My good colleague Stephanie Turnpike of the Liberals may find this viewpoint contentious, but then she would. Even if she booted me out, I’d be back.

I’ve noticed that there has been a lot of aggression in the news recently. The North Koreans are getting a little uppity, firing off missiles to show that they mean business on the international stage. What sort of business, I can’t quite fathom, but they mean it, quite vociferously. There’s all that unpleasant activity in Pakistan, Sri Lanka, Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran, Zimbabwe, Sudan, The West Bank, Burma, Tibet, close by in Ireland, all over the place really! I for one do not condone this sort of behaviour.

Anyway, I was very disappointed by the Man Utd score against Barcelona. They should’ve given them a good thrashing and beaten their heads into a pulp! What’s wrong with them? Sissies! Crush the opposition! Pound them into the ground and make them whimper in fear as their bones crumple to pieces! Destroy them! Mash them to bits!

Peace off, Jack.

In theory, making a mixtape requires nothing more than the motor skills necessary to press the play and record buttons simultaneously. In actuality, it is an art form. One that requires devilishly handsome good looks, a willingness to break someone’s heart without looking them in the eye, and the motor skills necessary to press the play and record buttons simultaneously. (Or, thanks in large part to today’s advanced technology, nothing more than the ability to drag and drop songs into a playlist then burn a CD.) On top of these attributes, there are also a number of intangible elements to consider when the time comes to compose a truly timeless mixtape.

Theme

Mixtapes are a conceptual art form. They tell a story. Therefore, they must have a subject. In this case: It’s not me, it’s you. So when painting a musical picture of the relationship you’re about to terminate, you need to select songs that help outline how the other person screwed it up.

Title

Once you’ve selected your theme, you’ll need a title. The theme itself provides a good starting point and, on occasion, can serve as the title. Sometimes – as long as it relates back to a shared experience – you can deviate from the theme and give your mixtape an abstract title. For example, titles for my “It’s not me, it’s you” tape could include: Rearview Mirror, My Last Rolo, Hasta La Vista Baby, Told You So, or Don’t Cry. (The last title is also the name of a Guns N’ Roses song and outlines another effective, yet less popular, technique one can use when titling a mixtape.)

Narrative Arc

Remember, you’re telling a story. As such, your mixtape requires a narrative arc. It must have a beginning, middle, and end – just like your relationship. On top of that, it also needs to flow from song to song; each should be linked by mood and theme. Which brings us to our final, and most important, element.

Music

Everything I’ve said up to this point is worthless if you don’t chose the right soundtrack. And when composing an “It’s not me, it’s you” mixtape, the first thing you need is a keen ear for emotionally ravaging music. (Consider using songs that are emotional triggers from your relationship; that encompass the journey you took together.) You are, after all, breaking up with someone through the magic of song.

Another thing to take note of is the difference between a party mixtape and a private mixtape. For a party, you need nothing more than a collection of up-tempo songs that will get the crow excited. (If they have the aforementioned flow, great, though it’s not a requirement.) On the other hand, a private mixtape is not just a bunch of singles you throw together. It is an artistic statement that is greater than the sum of its songs; it paints a musical picture while telling a story of what once was (see Narrative Arc).

Also, don’t be afraid to mix genres. As long as the songs fit the theme, helps tell the story and works with the flow, any genre goes. (Hint: Country, though not a widely popular genre, provides plenty of music about breaking or losing a loved to your brother/sister/uncle, etc.)

So, in summary, pick your theme, title your work, plot your story, and then rip someone’s heart all while moving on to your next conquest.

Here is a small of sample of songs I’ve used in the past, in no particular order:

White Snake – Here I Go Again
The Cure – Pictures of You
Fleetwood Mac – Go Your Own Way
Paul Simon – 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – Don’t Come Around Here No More
Jimmy Cliff – I Can See Clearly
Coldplay – The Scientist
Greenday – Good Riddance
Pat Benatar – Love is a Battlefield
Bob Dylan – Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right
George Harrison – All Things Must Pass

Äkschn!!!

Terminator Salvation wird jetzt MIT Arnold Schwarzenegger stattfinden, denn er gab sein ok, praktisch in der letzten Minute!

“Turns out Schwarzenegger has been secretly working with helmer McG and the effects team to reprise his signature role … without lifting a finger.

A body-cast mold of Schwarzenegger, created when he first appeared as the muscle-ripped cyborg, provided the basis for a digital-effects version of his famous character. The figure appears in ‘Terminator Salvation’ as a living, breathing actor.

Schwarzenegger viewed the resulting footage and gave his go-ahead just in time for McG to include the footage before the helmer completes his cut of the movie.” (Zitat: Variety)

Er wird also nicht physisch da sein, aber er wird reingescannt und reingeeffektiert…Hammer!
Ich freue mich!

[Variety via io9]

The F1 drivers arrived in Melbourne today, ready for this weekend’s race. Here are a few pictures. Fernando Alonso shows off his footballing skills:

Lewis Hamilton and Heikki Kovalainen visit victims of the bush fires:

Nick Heidfeld visits some Kangeroos:

Sebastien Buemi plays tennis:

And finally, Adrian Sutil meets a koala bear:

~Hasta la vista, baby!

(Pictures from the BBC)

Despite the McLaren Mercedes only being the 6th fastest car in pre-season testing, Lewis Hamilton still remains confident that the team can win overall. So far in testing, Hamiltons teamate, Heikki Kovalinen, has been faring the best of the Mclaren drivers. Hamilton is desperate to overcome these problems.

~Hasta la vista, baby!

David Cole, who runs the supposedly independent Center for Automotive Research (funded by the car companies) is a shill for the Big Three Auto companies. Here’s what he had to say about President Obama’s move to let the California auto emissions standard become the law of the land.

The California regulations, if enacted today, “would basically kill the industry,” said David E. Cole, chairman of the Center for Automotive Research, an independent research organization in Ann Arbor, Mich. “It would have a devastating effect on everybody, and not just the domestics.”

This is total nonsense. Both Toyota and Honda could easily meet the 2015 deadline to improve fleet mileage. The American taxpayers just doled out billions for GM and Chrysler to survive and now these turkeys say they can’t afford to make fuel efficient cars. 

Obama should demand they repay the loans if they are not willing to comply. At a minimum, not one dime more for these two dinosaurs until they get with the program. As for California, we’re going to go ahead and enforce our new law. And if Chrysler’s hedge fund owners don’t like it, Arnold will just say “Hasta la vista baby”.

Tanke oder Toskana? Eine wahre Weihnachtsgeschichte Anno Domini 2005

„Jetzt ist echt wenig los, bis 16 Uhr war ’s mehr.“ Martin Baumgart schiebt zu den Bierdosen noch ein Päckchen Zigaretten über die Verkaufstheke. Der gut gelaunte BWL-Student arbeitet drei bis viermal im Monat an der Kasse der Tankstelle Wunnenstein. Samstag vor einer Woche seien in der gleichen Schicht rudelweise Schalke-Fans gekommen, nach dem 2:0 gegen den VfB. Eine Niederlage zu schlucken braucht es viel Bier und Gelsenkirchen ist weit. Da sei reichlich Proviant für den Heimweg eingekauft worden.

Eine Woche später sieht es mau aus. Heiligabend in der Tanke, eine im Wortsinn stille Nacht. Die Mitarbeiterin hat frische Brötchen gebacken. Für nächtliche Selbstbediener werden sie belegt und sorgfältig in Folie gewickelt. Nehmet hin und esset!

Gegenüber in der Ecke stehen Mistral und Victoria. Ein dunkelhaariger Mann in Nadelstreifen versucht sein Glück an den beiden Spielautomaten, hofft von den bunt flirrenden Geldschluckern beschenkt zu werden. Ja, er sei Muslim, aber Weihnachten feiere auch er mit der Familie. Ob die Automaten nur schlucken oder auch spucken? Die Bescherung lässt noch auf sich warten.

Keine Münze im Geldteller der Autobahntoilette. „Hasta la vista, Baby!“ Verpiss dich, Baby! heißt das Buch von Tatjana Polakow. Damit wird wohl kaum das Kind in der Krippe gemeint sein. Ob die Story etwas mit Hollywood und Schwarzenegger zu tun habe will ich wissen. Sie weiß es nicht, oder versteht mich nicht. Oder will mich nicht verstehen.

Der Krimi ihrer Landsmännin hilft der Klofrau aus Osreuropa beim Zeittotschlagen und ihr skeptischer Blick verrät, nach fröhlicher  Weihnacht ist ihr nicht zumute. Auch nicht danach fotografiert zu werden. Nach der Arbeit gehe sie schlafen, erst tags darauf wolle sie nach Nürnberg fahren, um ihre Familie zu treffen – soweit den paar deutschen Brocken zu entnehmen ist.

An diesem blitzsauberen, absolut geruchsfreien Ort erinnert nichts an Weihnachten, nicht einmal die eingespielten Jingle-Bells.

Klamme Kälte, durch die Dämmerung rüber ins Restaurant: „Raststätte Wunnenstein ist immer eine Pause wert“, steht auf der Glastür. Drinnen trällert Friedrich Günther Raab als Videoprojektion über schweren Ledersesseln: „Wenn die Einsamkeit das Herz regiert, fällt die Hoffnung schwer“. Hatte der Schlagersänger, besser bekannt unter seinem Künstlernamen Patrick Lindner, nicht vor zwei Jahren noch ein Halleluja auf das Leben gesungen? Nach 13 Jahren vom Partner getrennt bläst er nun marktgängige Trübsal. Nicht hitverdächtig.

Ansonsten bis auf einen Angestellten, der die Glasauslage wienert und einem Ehepaar an der Espressobar gähnende Leere. Er ist Grieche, geboren in Vaihingen/Enz, sie Slowakin aus Kosice, leben in Radolfzell und sind auf dem Weg nach Frankfurt zum Bruder, beziehungsweise Schwager.  Die Eltern aus Griechenland sind dort zu Besuch. “Rentner”, sagt Georgios Theodoridis, “die haben Zeit.”  Er könne sich als selbstständiger Gastronom keinen Griechenlandurlaub leisten: „Ich gehe ab und zu in die Kühltruhe, damit ich frisch bleibe“. Zu Scherzen aufgelegt schlürft er seinen Espresso und lacht.

In der Tankstelle trudeln doch noch ein paar Kunden ein. Sprit für den Endspurt. Alle eilig unterwegs zur Familie. Eine Frau im Glitzerstrick will nach Heidelberg, ein Glatzkopf mit Tätowierung ist auf dem Weg nach Aachen und ein junger Mann mit gelackter Stoppelfrisur hofft noch vor Mitternacht in Magdeburg zu sein.

Martin Baumgart wünscht jedem: “Gute Fahrt und schöne Feiertage!” Ganz konfessionsneutral, sagt er. Nach Dienstschluss um 22 Uhr wird er sich mit einer Freundin treffen, die just an diesem Heiligabend ihren 24. Geburtstag feiert. Der 26-jährige Student träumt davon, Weihnachten einmal in der Toskana zu verbringen. Tanke oder Toskana – what’s the difference?

Estaba el otro día cenando con mi amigo Jorge cuando me revelo un dato que creo que es increíble:

En la película Regreso al Futuro todos recordamos la escena cuando Martin McFly salva del atropello a su padre en 1955 quedando inconsciente, justo después aparece Lorraine (su  madre) “cuidándole” en la cama de ella y le llama Levis.

Esta claro que le llama Levis debido a que lleva unos Levis Strauss algo medio lógico ya que supones (como español medio) que en 1955 (Primer viaje temporal del De Lorean) la gente no llevaba vaqueros con marca; y eso que el primer Levis apareció en 1873, pero en 1985 (cuando se estrena) la gente no tenia esa gran fuente de información que es Internet, así que a nadie le pareció raro y nadie hizo un post para ello.

Toda esta descripción viene al caso por que en versión original, en la misma escena en vez de Levis le llama Calvin, de Calvin Klein por supuesto, algo que tiene mucha más lógica ya que el nombre en el calzoncillo es algo mas “corriente”. El tema es que cuando se estreno la película en España Calvin Klein no la conocía nadie (o casi) ya que no estaba introducida en el mercado y los dobladores vieron mas oportuno usar Levis ya que si no la gracia no se entendería.

Vamos algo así como usar italiano cuando en verdad hablan en español en la versión traducida de una película de habla inglesa. O como el “Sayonara Baby” de Terminator 2 que solo se dice así en España ya que en el resto del mundo se dice “hasta la vista” baby; el cual creo que es de las mejores traducciones libres del cine.

I suppose I’m late in getting a post on Prom Night up, but that’s fine. It wasn’t really a night worth remembering anyway.

After being held up by an irate traffic policeman, a sloppy hairdresser and the untimely rain, I had given up all hope of getting to the venue at the specified time. Meeting time at the hotel was arranged at 4.30pm, just an hour away from the moment I returned home. Rummaging through my closet, I got out the shirt and tie, put on some pants and rushed to the other wardrobe for my socks. In my flustered state, I had forgotten to snag the belt, something which I would regret later. A cab ride from my street to Tampines Mall racked up an unholy 6 dollars, and the cumulative amount once it arrived at the hotel in question was 18 smackeroos.

Talk-cock-sing-song sessions took place before the event actually began. The majority of us had expected Kevin to arrive in something that would leave us all in peals of hysterical laughter, and true enough we were not disappointed. Samuel, Tiong Ho and the guest-of-honor arrived together. The fat man was decked in a red shirt; which would be accompanied by a borrowed tie later on, black pants and leather shoes. Tiong Ho went for a checkered top, with a bottom suit that roughly matched Samuel’s. Following them up the escalator was a dood wearing a stained grey polo tee, track pants and those white school shoes that you can acquire at the market for a good price. Those of us gathered near the escalators took this cue to unload maniacal shrieks that were audible to all but the tuckshop boy, who as usual had his in-ears on.

The time inside the ballroom wasn’t that bad. The food was painfully average, something that I would not be willing to fork out more than 60 dollars for. Dessert was this chestnut paste affair, which was horribly gelatinous and unpalletable. The steamed fish was sea bass, as expected. Something reeks of low budgets. Points of amusement for me came when Kevin was psycho-ed into going on stage by the overzealous emcee, and when they announced the best-dressed female. There are some things that you should not joke about.

I couldn’t be bothered with the mass dance. Left the ballroom and proceeded to the lobby for another TCSS session. I didn’t want to be in too many photos, reason being most of them were using flash to compensate for their lack of expertise in controlling the light settings. The end-product would come out shitty anyway, probably with my eyes half-closed or something along those lines, so why bother? Some of them I could put up with, but others were just too bright, leading to an involuntary blink coupled with an awkward expression. I suppose apologies are due to those who had the misfortune of being alongside me in a number of fail shots. I will bring my along own tools for future photo shoots, so do not worry too much about that. Plus I looked like a wannabe punk without my belt on and my shirt out as a result. Definitely something to forget.

I was supposed to have a job at SITEX the following day, but I went and did the improbable anyway. Roaming the streets with some chaps and a girl was a very bad idea. I had to leave at 3.30am, when the fatigue started to sink in. A taxi ride back to my house cost me somewhere near 20 dollars. I would just have to accept 4 measly hours of rest before the manic rush began.

The first day was more about getting myself orientated with the layout of the place and of course, the laptops. Dell is a tough brand to market, possibly even more so than obscure ones like Acer. Of couse, the redeeming feature of Acer is that they provide good performance at low prices. People somehow are lured by this little gimmick, ignoring the totally badass customer service and product quality. Oh, that and the 4GB of RAM. I had to repeatedly explain to naive passer-bys that a 32-bit Vista only supports up to 3GB of RAM, and that the extra gigabyte of RAM was just another foolish trick at attracting buyers. Note that I used the term passer-bys instead of customers. I had to expound like a thousand times on how netbooks did not come with optical drives and are not to be used as a means of mobile storage. I had to endure a total dookie insisting that I throw in a copy of Microsoft Office along with his laptop purchase. The most fucked-up shit of the whole fiasco was this pair of elderly men who supposedly had 5000 dollars in the depths of their mouldy pockets. They spent about 2 hours walking along the perimeter of our booth comparing laptops, looking for something top-of-the-range. One of them was a complete dimwit, and the other was a chump attempting to flaunt his sub-par knowledge of IT products.

“I am greedy, I want everything to be the best. Did you know that Vista has a hidden game?”

Many of my colleagues had given up hope of these douchebags even purchasing a set. Me? I tagged along with the fools, looking to draw pleasure from answering their queries with cynical retorts.

“You want everything the best? I recommend you this website, alienware.com. You go there and select all the best specifications for your laptop. I think your $5000 also not enough to cover.”

$5000 ain’t no big deal. These days, $5000 won’t even get you a Malaysian girl or a cashier girl, as derived from my own experiences. The absolute disinterest I had in those peasants flooding the show mulled my senses into an ideal state of boredom. Some people were just there to waste 10 minutes of my time. The first few I could put up with. You give me 20 of these fuckers in a day and expect me to be satisfied with a shitty $40 basic wage? After a while, you can actually tell whether or not a person expresses interest in purchasing your product. To the peasants, I gave this very blatant F.O. look. A majority of them came with specification sheets from other retailers like Asus and Toshiba, which had products priced similarly to ours. Eee PCs kill the Inspiron Minis, I rest my case. However, you don’t just take a low-end Toshiba and compare it with a Dell. A Toshiba/Fujitsu/Sony that doesn’t cost over $2000 is probably fucked up sufficiently to ensure that you’ll be regretting your purchase in a few years to come. Our products were weak, our bundles were unappealing. The best performer of the booth was this 19-year old girl with a decent figure and a forgettable face. I have no idea as to how she sold like she did, but the few colleagues that I had come to know over the four days had some clue.

“You know when she raises her hand to play with her hair, her bra is exposed? It was red yesterday, and black lace today.”

I saw the black lace too, when she was taking a drink of water. Risque, and effective.

The boredom which I spoke of earlier caused me to develop interest in the females around me.

1. Everyday girl. Situated near the Dell booth. Owes me a lot, debt currently pending.
2. Girl with good figure, passable looks. Working at the Compaq booth.
3. Girl located near the Dell booth. Awkward face that is somehow a turn-on. Another of my colleagues. Nice lips.
4. Girl promoting Maxtor hard drives. Cute eyes and short hair. I had initially planned on asking for her number, but this notion had to be discarded after I noticed a beng caressing her lower torso. An inquiry revealed that she was attached.
5. Girl promoting Seagate hard drives. Very confusing look, I must say. Good from certain angles, plain from others.

Girl 1 perma-camped at the front of the booth, luring in customers with a typical blur face. The ends of her long strands of jet-black hair are curly, something that demanded my attention from day one. She shall be exploited for the greater good in my future endeavours.

Girl 2 I didn’t know that well, just someone whose attention was drawn to me the day I went around GTA-ing the show.

Girl 3 was such a flirt. She looked like the shy yet loose type. Her lips looked like they were made to be wrapped around……..a lollipop. No number given, as she escaped whilst I was out scavenging for freebies on the last day of the show. No matter, I shall get it when we collect our paychecks.

Girl 4 belonged to the beng. Not worth the time and effort to GTA.

Girl 5 wasn’t a factor after a while, the main reason being her deceptive angles.

The grand heist which involved scavenging(no theft) brought me a Toshiba jacket, a piece of protective film, many pieces of environmentally-friendly bags, two notebooks, a thermal bag and very nearly, a 500GB portable hard disk. Perhaps it is true that the best bargains can only be acquired at the last minutes.

I saw many people from AHS at the show. Brendan and Young Yee were slogging their asses off at the nubox booth, barely selling 5 units between them. I liked the atmosphere over there in poor man’s land. There were some others at the Asus, Fujitsu and Lenovo booths. I heard the Lenovo guys had a bad time. Guess it was a good idea to jump ship to Dell after all.

The first and third guys from the left are the pinkies, and the other dood is the brain. Notice how I’m in cargo whilst the rest of them are sporting jeans. Thus reflects my attitude towards Day 4 of SITEX 2008.

Besides these guys, there were two lians and a beng at the booth too. Those were nice people, though their appearances might suggest otherwise. It’s not often you get a softcore beng-lian combination.

The next few days will be spent looking for a job. Should all avenues remain closed to me, I might perhaps be coerced into working at Subway. $4.50 an hour is not what I expect for my services, but I shall have to make do, for now at least.

São raros os filmes que possuem uma continuação tão boa, ou melhor, do que seu antecessor. Esse é o caso da 30° obra abordada na Sessão Influência Cinematográfica. Exterminador do Futuro 2 (1991) é um longa de ação composto por um incrível número de cenas feitas digitalmente (uma novidade na época). Mas o que torna esse filme memorável é o fato de transformar o tema ficção científica em campeão de bilheteria. Pois, foi a partir desse filme que surgiu a enxurrada de blockbusters que passaram a unir tramas com muita pancadaria, diversão e doses de ficção, como Independence Day, MIB e Matrix, filme que consolidou definitivamente o gênero.

Temos um roteiro bem construído e um satisfatório desenvolvimento dos personagens principais e seus conflitos, refletido nas constantes preocupações com o futuro do homem, exemplificado na cena em que John Connor não permite que sua mãe assassine o inventor da máquina que dará as máquinas à auto-suficiência, passando uma mensagem de que nem sempre os fins justificam os meios. Embora, o grande ponto alto de Exterminador 2 são as intermináveis e criativas seqüências de ação.

Diante de tudo isso, citar uma única cena é difícil, já que poderia discorrer sobre a assombrosa perseguição na meia hora inicial de filme, porém existe uma seqüência que acabou ficando marcada no imaginário popular. Próximo ao fim do filme, T-800 (Arnold Schwarzenegger) tenta matar o vilão T-1000 (Robert Patrick), que foi sendo congelado pelo nitrogênio. Então, no melhor estilo faroeste, o T-800 puxa sua pistola e antes de atirar, dispara a seguinte fala: “Hasta la vista, Baby”. Excepcional e marcante cena. É claro que, depois veríamos que não foi o suficiente para matar o andróide T-1000.

O longa-metragem ganhou qautro Oscars, nas categorias de Melhor efeitos especiais, melhor maquiagem, melhor som e melhor edição de som.

By Michael MacLeod

A LOCAL lingo guide to help Brits understand Scottish slang has been launched.

Surprising new research found Scots phrases and sayings are like a foreign language to the majority of Brits.

Sayings like ‘bairn,’ ‘blootered,’ and ‘numpty’ leave most outsiders baffled, with more people understanding French and German than Scottish expressions.

Worried that local phrases are “teetering on the brink of extinction”, hotel bosses at Travelodge decided to supply visitors to Scotland with a local lingo guide.

Their survey found almost half of Brits – and 1 in 10 Scots – had no idea what a ‘bampot’ was, with most believing it to be a saucepan rather than its correct meaning of ‘fool.’

And only 1 in 3 Brits recognised the term ‘numpty’ as a Scots phrase.

But the findings revealed 85 per-cent knew that a German Weiner was a sausage, 90 per-cent could translate the Spanish phrase ‘Hasta la Vista’– meaning ‘See you later’ – and 70 per-cent knew that an Italian ‘Piazza’ was a town square.

Travelodge described the research as “shocking,” with communications director Greg Dawson saying foreign travel makes people ignorant to local culture.

He said: “We spend so much time and money travelling abroad that we often ignore what is on our doorsteps.

“The British traveller is often accused of not understanding the local culture when travelling abroad but their knowledge when holidaying in Scotland is even more stark.”

Guides have been created for nine other popular cities and regions across the UK.

Mr Dawson added: “Our customers visiting other parts of the country sometimes return to their hotel scratching their heads.

“These guides are a fun way for our customers to better understand local lingo when travelling within the UK”.

The research also revealed that Scots are just as baffled when travelling south of the border.

Over half of Scots thought a Cornish ‘oggy’ – a pie – was either a football chant or a cream tea, while a third were mystified by the common expression of their Geordie neighbours, ‘haddaway, man!’ – meaning ‘I can’t believe it!’
 
Chatty local phrases are “teetering on the brink of extinction” according to linguistics expert professor Paul Kerswill, of Lancaster University.

He said: “The diversity of dialects in the UK should be celebrated but this research shows that they’re teetering on the brink of extinction.

“Britons should be encouraged to experience the rich diversity of accents and language in their own country to help keep the idiosyncrasies of our language alive.”

The new mission came out today. it is mission 7 and involves the broken clock tower. Mission guide coming soon. Also i am now amin at www.nicereddy.wordpress.comso don’t forget to stop by!  

~hasta la vista, baby! 

If you are one of those unfortunate people who lost all there items then look at you penguin and they should have returned! If they haven’t or you are still having problems then contact me!

~hasta la vista, baby!   

The problems on club penguin are over! Well, they were over last night but i didn’t have time to post about it. Also don’t forget to check out my new games and links!

~hasta la vista, baby!

ARGH! Club penguin is failing! Its the end of the world! Well, maybe not but the homepage just says “we are encountering problems” so you cant go on club penguin! Maybe this is connected to the server updates too! I will have more on this story as it develops.

~hasta la vista, baby