Ich präsentiere: Ein RSVP MX, ein Monami MX und ein Buster CYL. Mehr braucht man man eigentlich nicht, oder?

Today Vega was on and she was at the Town Square.

This is Vega’s Playercard.

Vega at the Town Square.

Spread The World

FunkyPunky

I made this lot with mods. Its red, black and white which is why I call it ‘newspaper‘. This is one of my favorite ones that I have built/designed so far. I haven’t uploaded it to The Sims 3 site because I kept getting a network error and even if I could, people would have to download all the mods that I have to actually enjoy the house like I did.

Well I haven’t played the game since my save files have totally disappeared. I’m still trying to figure out why all of my save files just magically disappeared off my computer. Save file recovery programs couldn’t even find them either. Its like the save files never existed. All it left me was the ‘BACKUP’ files and I’m sure you can’t use those. What’s weird that it didn’t delete any of the lots that I’ve created, even all the Sims I created was still there, just the save files were gone for all of my games. If that isn’t a reason to stop playing The Sims 3, I don’t know what is.

Newspaper

I’m not much of a landscaper but I might open up the game and do a little landscaping around the house. It does look a bit plain but its not bad…I guess. The pink and white house that’s in some of the screen shots was made by me of course and you can go here to download it. Its not made with any mods so you shouldn’t have a problem downloading it. My boyfriend said the game reminded him of Mirror’s Edge because of the random places where there are red walls.

What’s black, white and ‘read’ all over? A newspaper….Lol.

Segunda parte do post anterior. Falta uma apenas.

(1945 – 1958) Consolidação:

No período pós-guerra, os valores modernos e outras idéias que caminhavam juntas (como é o caso do internacionalismo) estavam fervendo a todo vapor. É claro que toda essa ideologia necessitava de um guarda-roupas e uma trilha sonora adequada. É a partir dessa ponto que os negros norte-americanos entram na história.

Pelos EUA havia toda uma subcultura que girava em torno do jazz. Nesses meados dos anos 40, a principal corrente do Jazz, o Swing, seguia uma linha “hot”. Era uma música sonora e dançante, seguindo as tradições de Nova Orleans. Os trajes que acompanhavam o Swing eram as zoot suits, que consistiam de uma calça extremamente larga, um paletó também largo, folgado e exuberante. Combinavam com um chapéu de abas longas e sapatos bastante adornados. Seguindo o mesmo espírito das mudanças que vinham ocorrendo em toda a arte, surgia então o Jazz Moderno, com um pessoal como Gil Evans, Miles Davis, Modern Jazz Quartet, que rompia violentamente com a tradição “hot” e entretenedora que o Jazz tinha até então. As zoot suits foram abolidas e substituídas por ternos sóbrios e sem ornamentos, muito coerentes com a trilha sonora. O minimalismo também era notável: Os ternos de 3 botões eram os mais usados pelos jazzmen modernistas, e haviam inclusive modelos dotados de um único botão! Ironicamente, quem melhor representava essa mudança no visual do negro americano não era um músico, mas sim Malcom X. Nas capas dos discos lançados nesse contexto, os princípios modernos eram notáveis: As fontes utilizadas eram simples e geométricas, o fundo era composto basicamente por cores primárias e a diagramação era comunicativa ao extremo – do jeito que os designers suíços pregavam. Para conferir, é valido verificar as capas dos discos da gravadora Blue Note lançados no fim dos anos 50 – início dos 60. Reid Miles, responsável pelas capas desse período, realmente compreendeu os princípios suíços do design.

Esse conjunto de fatores foi particularmente popularizado na Itália, nos anos 50. Bastante gente ouvia jazz moderno e os designers de moda se inspiravam profundamente no visual dos músicos do estilo, e ao mesmo tempo davam sua contribuição, o que é sentido ainda hoje na moda masculina. Por lá também houve uma necessidade de criar um meio de locomoção que pudesse ao mesmo tempo suprimir as necessidades de transporte e que acompanhasse todas essas mudanças que vinham acontecendo. Foram então criados os primeiros scooters, bastante associados às companhias Piaggio-Vespa e Lambretta. Roma era uma influente capital européia, e o acontecia por lá não demorava muito para ir além das fronteiras.

(1958 – 1964) Absolute Beginners:

No fim dos anos 50, todos os princípios descritos alcançavam a todas as grandes capitais do mundo ocidental. Jovens ingleses começaram a absorver profundamente todos esses itens: Ouviam obsessivamente bebop norte-americano e vestiam ternos que diferiam daqueles que seus pais usavam, e que tinha muito em comum com aqueles vistos nos músicos de jazz e nas últimas modas européias, cortavam o cabelo no estilo francês, assistiam filmes do movimento Nouvelle Vague (New Wave) e conduziam scooters italianos. Tudo isso era alcançado milagrosamente, com um salário de office-boy… Esses jovens, freqüentemente de origem judaica, habitavam os bairros de classe média-baixa de Londres, onde também moravam os recém chegados imigrantes jamaicanos. Podiam ser encontrados nos clubes de bebop, ou então nos coffee-bars. A imprensa os chamava de moderns, ou simplesmente, mods (esse termo apareceu primeiramente no ensaio Today There Are No Gentlemen, num jornal londrino de 1962). Esses mods fizeram parte do início de uma nova era de consumo, muito bem retratada no livro (e posteriormente no filme) Absolute Beginners, escrito por Colin MacIness. O estilo em questão fica por conta do personagem The Dean, que representa muito bem o que era ser mod nessa época.

(1964 – 1966) Quadrophenia:

Essa foi a era daquilo que seria o mod estereotípico: As lambretas, que antes eram consideradas apenas um prático e elegante meio de transporte, se transformaram num importante item de identidade cultural. Ainda que isso fuja um pouco do ideal de pureza estética, cada lambreta era cuidadosamente adornada e personalizada, onde adesivos, faróis e retrovisores extra eram bastante comuns. As parkas militares, que eram usadas pelo pessoal de 58 com a finalidade de proteger as roupas caras de chuva e poeira, etc, passaram a ser um elemento mais que importante. Peças de roupa casuais e que representavam bem o espírito do Less is More (como camisas Fred Perry, botas Clark Desert, calças Levi´s) também eram itens bastante cultuados. Temas envolvendo a Union Jack eram constantes, e as recém chegadas técnicas de serigrafia permitiam a confecção de figuras como o símbolo da RAF (aqueles círculos concêntricos vermelhos, brancos e azuis), eternamente popularizada por uma camisa que Keith Moon (baterista do The Who) vestia numa performance para o programa Ready Steady Go.

O som do momento era a soul music, de selos norte-americanos como Tamla, Stax e Motown. Não demorou muito para que a garotada começasse a fundir o groove e a energia desse estilo com a melodia do guitar rock local. Se essa fusão lhe parecer estranha, pense em artistas mais ou menos recentes como o Garbage, que unem a tradição da guitarra alternativa com a modernidade de ritmos negros recentes, tais como o trip-hop e o drum’n'bass. No fundo, tudo é a mesma idéia. Em 1964, bandas como The Kinks abraçavam fortemente essa nova vertente do rock britânico, e dezenas de seguidores como The Who, The Creation, The Action, The Small Faces, e até mesmo algumas bandas suecas iam surgindo e ganhando força. A atitude, e até mesmo alguns elementos da música desses grupos tiveram posteriormente um grande reflexo no punk rock.

Ao contrário do que muitos pensam, essa época não era exatamente inocente. Anfetaminas (blues, purple-hearts, dexedrina) eram consumidas aos montes, e ajudavam dar corda para que pudessem sair, dançar, jogar fliperama e brigar a noite toda, mesmo pelo esgotamento provocado por uma longa semana de trabalho. A violência também não era economizada nos conflitos contra os seus rivais – os rockers. Essas brigas eram puramente ideológicas, afinal os rockers iam totalmente ao contrário das idéias mod: Vestiam-se essencialmente de couro preto, adornado com broches, correntes, etc. Exibiam imponentes topetes e costeletas, conduziam Harley Davidson, ouviam rock’n'roll americano dos anos 50 (considerado antiquado já naquela época), eram de classe social mais alta e seguiam o espírito de liberdade do motoqueiro norte-americano, ao invés de desfrutar dos benefícios do trabalho duro. É claro que tudo isso poderia gerar uma treta feia. E de fato gerou… Precisamente no dia 18 de maio de 1964, centenas de mods e rockers se confrontaram nas ruas e praias de Brighton, como foi reconstituído no filme Quadrophenia (Franc Roddam, 1979). Como os mods sempre buscavam o novo, as características dessa época foram sendo superadas, e dissidências começaram a surgir.

(1966 – 1977) Blow Up:

Pelo fim de 66, o estilo mod se tornou parte de uma grande cultura de massas. O pessoal da classe média mais alta passou a aderir ao estilo, e tudo aquilo que surgia de novo era tachado como mod. Entretanto, a idéia original da coisa foi se perdendo no tempo. Cabelos longos, roupas completamente coloridas e flamboyants, acompanhadas de uniformes de fanfarra eram usadas pelo pessoal, o que se contrapunha fortemente as idéias de sobriedade, minimalismo e caráter trabalhista. Assuntos de caráter intelectualóide e pseudo esotéricos eram divulgados e popularizados. Drogas mais poderosas e viajantes tomaram o lugar dos estimulantes. O sexo livre, começava a ser defendido. Estes dois últimos permitiam alcançar aquilo que chamavam respectivamente de paz e amor. Definições precipitadas… Mas essa “nova cara” ainda tinha uma pequena dose do conservadorismo britânico e uma certa afinidade com temas bizarros, bastante sci-fi, o que distinguia essa cultura da geração flower power que ia crescendo do outro lado do Atlântico.

Na mídia, Twiggy e Mary Quant assumiam o posto de top-models. Blow Up, de Michelangelo Antonioni passava a Swinging London Era para as telas do cinema. Na música, a simplicidade dos 3 acordes era substituída por longos solos e divagações lisérgicas.

Esse estilo seria mais corretamente rotulado como psicodelia, mas a mídia ainda insistia em colocar a bandeira mod sobre isso tudo. Esse estilo alcançou o outro lado do oceano, vindo então a interpretação norte-americana do mod. O interessante é que lá pelos EUA, esse estilo psicodélico europeu é que é conhecido por mod. O “chiquedélico” Austin Powers, por exemplo, seria nos Estados Unidos perfeitamente classificado como sendo um mod.

É claro que houve também um pessoal que se firmou contra essa descaracterização do estilo, dando contribuições mais coerentes com aquilo que acontecia ainda antes da massificação. Esse pessoal era conhecido como hard mods. Quanto ao visual, os hard mods freqüentemente usavam camisas Fred Perry brancas, calças baggy e suspensórios. Os sapatos cool e as Clarks Desert Boots perderam seu lugar para botas mais robustas e de cano alto (tais como as Doctor Marten), que davam uma grande identidade trabalhista. Indo contra a moda dos cabelos longos, os hard mods o usavam quase raspado, o que também era útil nas freqüentes brigas de gangue (é bem mais difícil reconhecer alguém de cabelos raspados). Longe da badalação do Soho e da Carnaby Street, esse pessoal se divertia mais pelos bairros pobres, onde dividiam com os rude boys jamaicanos um espaço nas pistas de dança dos clubes de ska (de certa forma, isso também era uma forma de negar as tendências propostas pelo rock inglês de então).

Os mods psicodélicos com o tempo foram se fundindo à cultura flower power, dando origem aos hippies. Os hard mods foram adotando visual e posturas cada vez mais trabalhistas, e com os cabelos cada vez mais curtos, dando então origem aos suedeheads, que se transformaram nos skinheads originais (com idéias não-racistas). Essa turma ficou sem dar maiores notícias até 77, quando começaram a ocorrer então fortíssimas dissidências no movimento.

Durante isso tudo, teve uma subcultura também de raízes mod que foi se desenvolvendo ao norte da Grã-Bretanha. Era um pessoal que se mantinha como fieis ouvintes da soul music, se encontravam em clubes dedicados a este tipo de som, e eventualmente faziam bandas com vários instrumentos como saxofones, trombones, trompetes, etc, onde influências de ska e folk irlandês foram ficando cada vez mais presentes. Esse estilo é o northern soul, e é desse contexto que surgiram posteriormente bandas como o Dexys Midnight Runners. É válido ressaltar que o northern soul não é exatamente um tipo de música surgido na tal região, mas é o nome que se deu às vertentes da soul music norte americana consagrada por lá.

Primeiramente me desculpem pela demora de novos posts

Esse é o “SA-MP” (San Andreas Multi Player) Para que vocês posam jogar com mais de um jogador

Para instalar é muito facil

1º Baixe o Sa-mp ABAIXO

2º Clique no instalador

3º Clique em next depois vai pedir o local aonde seu GTA esta instalado, dai coloque o local e clique e instalar e PRONTO

4º O icone vai estar no menu iniciar ou na pasta do GTA se você querer pode criar um atalho para a área de trabalho

5º Só iniciar e Boa Diversão

Vá em favoritos de clique no botão de ADD server e ADD esse server

200.195.134.226:7777   copie e cole esse números la ok

If you’ve watched my videos at all, you will know I have a stretched Labret. Mine sits at around 00g, which is about 10mm.

Stretching a labret, is a little bit more involved than stretching an ear. It is alot more taboo, it is alot more in your face (if you excuse the pun). So certainly making sure it is what you want before setting off will leave you in a good frame.

So, how do you do it? Well, its not like you can walk around with a taper hanging out of your mouth is it? So, its almost the same in certain traditions, but you have to edit the rules slightly.

I started by getting mine pierced straight to an 8g. Hurt like hell, made my toes curl, but it eliminated the original and first stage shitty stretches. You can also get it scalpelled,  pierced and stretched, or dermal punched. Scalpelling is good, if you want to get a big size instantly, but obviously you’ve got the pain threshold thing again. Pierced and stretched is what I got, and as I said it was pretty painful, dermal punching is normally for cartilidge piercings, and the best way to think of it is, its a surgical hole punch. Does exactly what it needs to, and it’ll put a hole instantly through your lip, or any part it touches.

Right, so you have your lovely freshly pierced hole, how long do you wait? Lips are a little bit different, they’re used ALL the time, every day, even when you’re asleep. I waited nearly 8mths before stretching mine, but I have to say, when I did do the initial stretch, it was incredibly easy. I’d say if you went with the more permanent options of punching and scalpel, then i’d wait nearly a year as the healing times is so much more due to the ferocity of the method used.

So, HOW do you stretch a lip piercing? I assume this works on Medusa (philtrums), Snakebites, cheeks etc..

Say you’re starting at your baby sizes of 14,16,12g then the best method I can recommend, is pull on them. Sounds crazy huh? But honestly, wear horseshoe style rings, or Ball Closure Rings, and pull at them. This will eventually start making the lip loosen up. Don’t buy externally threaded jewellery when stretching lips, as it can tear the hole, and having a swollen lip with piercings in it is uncomfortable as hell. Internally threaded jewellery is more expensive but much much better for the release of your piercing.

When I stretched my snakebites (R.I.P) I went from 1.6mm to 2mm fairly easily. Same from 2mm > 2.4mm was easy enough. But that initial stretch to 3.0mm was hard. As it went from being a .4mm stretch, to a .6mm stretch. Doesn’t sound like alot, but when you think of the increase of the hole in % its huge. Its nearly a 35% increase in the diameter of the hole. The method I used was dead stretching, which again if you go back to the first post, is the use of jewellery to increase the size of the diameter, basically pushing through bigger jewellery. You can get labret studs upto about 8g I believe. And then you may have to goto glass, or septum bullets. I’ll post images below of appropriate lip related jewellery.

I hope this information helped a bit!

And finally

Texto muito bom que reencontrei. É muito longo, dividirei em partes. Lembro que li pela primeira vez em um blog, mas isso tem uns 5 anos, portanto, não faço idéia a quem dar o crédito. Sorry, blogosfera.

Ok so here i go….. I dont like storing hooks in there original package because eventually you have some many around you end up fishing through them just to find the one you need This hook box eliminated that problem. I have one side for dry fly hooks and one side for nymph/wet fly/streamer hooks!

the materials
20 compartment wapsi compartment hook storage box Hook Box
Magnet Strips (like you get in tiemco hooks)
Post-it-Notes
Tape

Write the info you want into the post it note

cut them out and tape them over the compartment the hooks will be in!

Do every compartment you want

Cut the tiemco magnet strips in half.

They should look like this

Glue them in with hot glue(careful with the hot glue)

Let dry for several minutes and then put your hooks in and you are complete!

When I woke up, I immediately flipped open my antiquated  workstation from where I lay in bed. It sprang to life with renewed vigor, a needlessly complex reformatting was still treating the Z-140x as well as one would expect within the first week. All that mattered was that I could access a network again, and within seconds I was connecting to the Magnate family’s portal. Though Allan and Rikka’s terminals were silent, and Ploki was still asleep, his porti was downloading a large file, so there was a little latency in the sphere.

After sliding through the various social webs I keep a profile in, checking my multiple inboxes and even the dashboard control panel for this tlog, finding no new messages in each, I hovered purposelessly in the internet for a few moments, idly rapping my fingertips on the case of the computer. I’d hoped by then I would have at least received word back from Olympus Coast College about my application or student financial aid. Not knowing what else to do, I brought up a window from an interplanetary newsource, probably based on Earth. The stark headlines it launched at me in grim menacing boldface startled me at first.

– [FLU DEATH TOLLS IN THE UNITED TERRITORIES ESTIMATED AT 3,900] –

– [NEPTUNIAN PIRATES FAIL TO CAPTURE IONIAN CARGOSHIP SECOND TIME] –

– [TIPS TO SURVIVE BLACK FRIDAY AND SHOPPING BATTLEGROUNDS THIS HOLIDAY SEASON] –

Suddenly concerned for my health, and worried that all those months of not worrying weren’t going to pay off, I thumbed over the article. I truly detest the tricks these fear mongering, ad-savvy newsources use to optimize search results to generate some more hits each day. The report is contrary to the one just a couple of days ago which calculated deaths to be closer to 130, so I just figured they wanted to claim that all of the regular annual flu deaths had been attributed to the H1N1 virus. I closed the window before I could see how many of those confirmed deaths were on Mars, lest I become a victim of the pharmaceutical industry’s scare tactics.

The next window informed me pirates had been thwarted in their attempt to gain control of a ship leaving the orbit of Galatea. Either by coincidence or the attractiveness of the damn thing, it was the same ship hijacked last spring near those same waters. These marauders from the sixth moon of Neptune have reportedly captured over 50 vessels, and seemed to have a pretty good reputation until the Euxine Carolina was rescued by UT marines earlier this year. This time, the enhanced security placed onboard the hundred-ton spacefreighter was able to resolve any issue before it even developed into one.

I didn’t care about holiday bloodbaths or a house with a bunch of dead people in it. I couldn’t be compelled to look too deep into the stories reported by the Ganymedean newsource or an associated feed I’d brought up in the background while I digested these either. I really didn’t care about Earth’s prison camp or the election being gorked up on Ceres, or any of the other news they don‘t often openly address in Earth media. I’m usually enthralled with that sort of stuff.

I brought SpaceBook, my main social network, back into focus and updated my status to something disparaging to human nature for letting the media get so commercial, and closed my clunky old porti.

As if stirred by a ripple in a pond, Ploki Magnate rolled over in his bed. As he rested, he’d probably been able to sense so many similar, relatively tiny waves just and slept right through it. But a rock being thrown into the pond from so close may have felt like a surge against the barriers of his constant digital stream. He sat up, rubbing the side of is head.

“Oh, good morning, Ploki,” I said, realizing I hadn’t actually spoken a word to anyone when my voice cracked. The name already sounded a little strange to the tongue since it was a throwback to old hacker slang from days when a keyboard similar mine would still have been used. It was the handle that he chose to go by in all of his social avenues, virtual or not.

“Morning,” he said, not looking up from the glow of the button already alight in his hands. It illuminated his sharp face and the accentuated Ganymedean features. If he had antennae or pointy ears I would have seen them in the wash of blue light, but his head was framed only by a short haircut and a little scruff of beard.  “What’s this about the news?” he asked me, responding to the notification that woke him.

“Huh? Oh, well ther-” I began before he cut me off, he’d obviously brought up the headlines.

“Pirates…prison camp…experiment demonstrates possibility of life in Centauri?” he read aloud, a questioning tone as he wondered if he’d already heard that somewhere.

I was rising off my futon bed and walking as I replied. “I think that whole thing’s a ruse to get more scientific funding for exploration,” I grumbled as I stepped into the kitchen to scrounge up something.

“So it’s better we don’t find life outside the Solar system? You’re so cynical, Klay.” He was beginning to wake and warm up, getting out of bed only to settle into his computer chair.

I spoke to him over the kitchen counter, his workstation setup just on the other side. Anyone who used this kitchen couldn’t help but feel watched if he was seated there, though his eyes hardly rose from his screen. “No, I just think it’s going to be a huge bust if it turns out we went all the way there again and didn’t find anything … again,” there was little I came across in the fridge that screamed edible to me.

“Well it won’t be any bigger of a waste than if that money went to the defense budget,” his sleek porti connected to the portal the second he touched it, and in moments he was tangled in his various webs. “They got something like 700 bil for the military, just for a single year. That calculates to almost 2 billion a day.”

“Gork,” I exclaimed, slamming an unyielding cupboard. “Nothing’s looking appealing to me in here, wanna start the vaporizer?”

He glanced at the time and yelled “Fire it up!”

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Hunger was of the few things that could involuntarily force someone out into the big, scary world; and even then there are the options of fast food, take-out and delivery services to minimize a given human’s exposure to the outside as much as possible.

Ploki and I trod along the broad walkways of Newport’s Style Isle. Fashioned by The Caspian Company after a cookie-cutter Ionian Mission, it was a way to disguise their corporate headquarters as an outdoor shopping mall and gain a little extra revenue. It’s not actually an island, just a small mesa overlooking the Amazonian Ocean, and was used by natives in the past for their jamborees. Glancing back over my shoulder, I could see it twinkling like a thousand diamonds in the midday light, beyond the rows of fancy crawlers, oily parking spaces and pristine, artificial palm trees.

I used to work here. Tucked away in the digital media section of Style Isle’s outdated bookstore, I toiled the first year I lived on Mars. The commute to Newport from Fender was treacherous at the least, a whole 30 minutes. It was enough to make the job feel not worth it to me, spending the entirety of my only raise on the fuel it took just to get to work late every day.

We wove amongst the flow of shoppers, consisting mostly of wealthy women who didn’t need to be making any more money. It always felt a little strange, walking amongst the same people I used to serve, calmly passing them decked out in their most splendid weekday attire. From the hottest trends off the runways in Mihr Patera to soft velour sweat suits encrusted in rhinestones. Large embellished sunglasses, gaudy jewelry and any number of insanely eye-catching accessories glinted and dangled in the red sun.

Anything they could afford to distract or cover up the seams between cosmetic surgery and plastic treatments. Neck-tucks and antenna-removal scars can still be tricky to hide, and that’s where expensive bronze and ivory make-up assisted. They perfectly mimicked the exemplary mannequins, stiff in the windows beside them but so posh. I cringed to think what these reptiles would look like without any mods.

Just a few minutes there and I’d already seen  too many aged women showing off their new breasts and arms, many of which still needed some tightening and laser treatments to erase the damage of decades of sun exposure. Gray roots hid under platinum blonde, deep crows feet under cakes of eye shadow, and I’m sure I would have noticed the stench of death if it weren’t for the aroma of nail polish and hair products. I just wanted to find the cheapest place to grab a bite, then get the hell out of this commercial trap.

“I’m so excited for my appointment next week!” Ploki said, grinning ear to ear. “I’m going to get my license, and then my new toy will be completely legitimate,” there was so much glee behind his eyes as he said this.

“I just hopes it work’s out for you, it would suck if you were denied cause you didn’t qualify,” I pointed out, though that would be just as upsetting to all of us.

“Seriously,” he replied and winced with his blue eyes, tryinag not to imagine that possibility.

I turned to my Martian friend as we rounded a corner near the geyser fountain. “Hey, Ploki, can you look something up for me real quick?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, slid his button out of his pocket and unlocked the palm-held device. The flat, blue screen lit up in broad daylight, appearing a few inches above his hand.  It rested on a faint laser cone, projected from the solitary LED eye; simplicity was the only identifying feature of an AM-3Gi button. He called up a search application, and looked at me, asking “What do you need?”

“Gork, that was fast. Don’t you still have to connect to a network with that thing?”

“No, I canceled that basic service that came with it.” He pointed to his temple with his free hand, saying “I’ve been auged.”

“Ahh, now it makes sense, you are your own sphere,” I looked at him again as if I’d be able to see it’s sheen around him now. “That’s astro, I’d love to get a chip one day,” I said quietly.

The cyborg’s eyes locked on me in disbelief. “What? You haven’t been auged?” the question rang loud here, even outside. Any sort of alterations, whether internal or external, are regarded highly by those of status, and I’m sure any of the women who could afford a boost in confidence could pay an extra few thousand to have a little silicon implanted in their heads, too.

I looked around at no scowling faces or judging eyes, surprisingly. “No, what makes you think I have?”

“I totally thought you were. You don’t have extra memory in there?” he asked, genuinely amazed I hadn’t undergone any sort of capacity upgrade.

“No, not at all,” I said with as little pride as I could show these technophilic Newpsies.

“Huh, I could have sworn. Hmm…well I guess you just have a good memory then,” he said, adjusting to the idea of my head being emptier than his.

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment…especially coming from a machine,” I said facetiously.

He protested “Hey, I’m still mostly human!”

“Whatevs, Robot. Find me the cheapest food around,” I commanded.

He grumbled, and returned his gaze to the screen, manipulating the flattened beam that the browser was illustrated upon with the swish of his fingertips. He looked up, over to the other side of the food court we had just meandered into. “There. The pizza place has the lowest cost here,” he said at once.

“Wow, you found it that quick?” I said, astounded by his technology again.

“No, I just remembered,” he said with a grin, adding “Gorker.”

After we finished our two-dollar slices of pizza pie, and made our way back through the mess of grotesque human facsimiles, we found ourselves at his little, cerulean crawler. The two-door hatchback always reminded me of my elusive vehicle, though his wasn’t built on Ganymede.

His Saturnian-made Polaris was probably of a finer construction than my rodent. The interior had been optimized for comfort and visibility, so much so that even the HUD cowling had been displaced to the center of the dashboard, creating more storage areas.

At the press of the ignition switch, the engine whined and instruments illuminated with bright blue light, similar to the glow of the Ploki’s button, which now rested in a crèche on the center console. It supplied music from it’s harddrive to the entertainment system, and the driver or passenger could easily control media with the interface on either end.

We hurried home, where Allan waited for our return. He’d sequestered himself into his room, determined to make full use of his burgeoning class-load by doing everything he could to pass them all. Little had been seen of him, except when he needed transit to and from campus, or when there was a bi-weekly jam, or if Nymh had come over to lure him out, though she just as often did nothing to make him want to leave the room.

Similar could be said of the youngest of the Magnate siblings. Rikka was often out of the house since she was usually working one of her two jobs, and only appeared in sharp, semi-formal outfits when she was home from either, or on her way to an interview for a third. Attention seeking and a hypochondriac, she was currently fighting a bout with the deadly flu upstairs in her quarters, and no one could tell if she were actually sick or not.

I’d become good friends with Ploki over the previous weeks, finding similar interests was easy for us; or something like that. It could have been something to do with being the same age as me, or that he was easier to tolerate for an entire day than his often boisterous older brother. Perhaps it was because we had planned to move to that ski resort in Cyane this winter and had begun pre-roommate rituals of bonding. But it’s probably just because we both share the ground level of the house, he and I sleeping in the living room and family room, respectively.

We arrived back at his house in the mid-afternoon and immediately return to our positions in front of our workstations. Using some sort of control on his terminal, he remotely activated his brand new vaporizer, allowing it to warm up the 600 seconds so it will work properly. He then sent a message through the sphere to let Allan know he’d have about ten minutes to find a stopping point.

By force of habit, I brought up the newsources again with my renewed net connection, feeling warm with this novelty: the privilege of fresh information afforded only to those who have the technological means. By the look of the new banners, it seems healthcare reforms were stagnated by both sides of UT government, Earth’s new president visited Titan, and strife continued between warring factions on little Davidia.

A terrorist plot on another Earth skyscraper was foiled, a fusion plant in New Ganymede almost meltdown again and AM would probably release a new model of the button over the holidays. Students protested an increase in tuition rates at University of Mars campuses, a ferry crash in The Rings left 26 dead and the sequel to that stupid teenage-heartthrob-vampire movie broke box office records this weekend.

I closed all the windows at once and brought up one of my bookmarked links: a streaming, real-time image of the star Sol. I zoomed in partway, only until I spotted the well recognizable shapes of the gas giants, the thin haze of asteroid belts and the glint off the terrestrial worlds orbiting close the yellow main-sequence star. If it weren’t for a ticker running the time at the bottom you would have sworn it was just a still image, captured by a traveler from some rocket’s window.

I attempted to imagine for a moment that I was peering out of that porthole at the static but majestic view. I tried to picture myself away from any apprehensions of holidays, pirates, finances or vaccinations. It wasn’t working.

I collapsed the screen of the outdated porti. “Hey Ploki,” I called as I stood up, “I’m getting Allan whether that machine of yours is ready or not.”

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Este mod traz de “outra galáxia” três novas cores de especiarias para o jogo; Especiaria laranja, preta e a tão falada especiaria branca. A laranja é bem mais comum, enquanto a preta é um pouco mais rara, e a branca, obviamente é bem mais difícil de encontrar.

Especiaria laranja:Preço base de $ 2000.
Especiaria Preta: Preço base de $ 7000.
Especiaria Branca: Preço base de $ 25000.
(O preço pode variar por diversos fatores)

Importante:
Se você salvar um jogo depois de instalar o mod, é altamente recomendável que você não remova ele do seu jogo futuramente. Caso o contrário, qualquer planeta que produzia especiaria laranja, preta ou branca, irá se transformar em um planeta “corrompido” do jogo que irá produzir especiaria branca (assim como foi relatado por alguns jogadores em gigantes gasosos no jogo). Por tanto, não remova o mod depois de salvar com ele ativado.

Download do New Spice Colours Mod.
Mirror #1 do New Spice Colours Mod.
Mirror #2 do New Spice Colours Mod.
Mirror #3 do New Spice Colours Mod.

Criado por logarithm64.

Me encanta la saga Call of Duty, me he podido pasar todos sus juegos más de 4 y 5 veces (exceptuando CoD 3 y el World at War que no me convencieron demasiado) y me molestan bastante lo que han hecho con algunos aspectos del último. Aunque lo primero antes de sacar conclusiones es poner los datos sobre la mesa.

No he querido hacer esta entrada en el blog hasta haber completado Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 para poder saber bien de lo que hablo y sin hacer caso a ninguna review ni análisis de ningún lado, puedo afirmar que es un juegazo, digno de poder nombrarlo el mejor juego que he jugado nunca. La acción es trepidante y excelente con un acabado gráfico inmejorable, cuando juegas a Modern Warfare 2 tienes la sensación de que tu mismo eres el actor de una gran película y decides como esta se va realizando, realmente impresionante.

Hasta aquí el apartado offline, ahora el apartado online. La nueva entrega de Activision nace con polémica por los siguientes puntos (versión de PC):

1. No tiene servidores dedicados. El juego decide que el jugador con menos latencia [y mejor PC] será el que hospede la partida. Por lo tanto un jugador no tendrá nada de ping mientras que los demás tendrán muchísimo más que si hubiera un servidor (de verdad) principal al que todos se conectan.
2. No se dará soporte oficial a los mods. Cosa que en todos los anteriores CoD sí se ha dado, ahora lógicamente aparecerán mods, pero su uso no estará permitido con riesgo de ban.
3. No habrá mapas personalizados. Creo que a consecuencia del punto anterior.
4. Todo el contenido nuevo del juego serán descargas previo pago. Realmente este no es un punto confirmado, pero ya se han encontrado datos en el CD del juego que apuntan a esto.
5. El máximo de jugadores en partidas será 18, 9 contra 9. Tan solo hay que mirar al anterior Modern Warfare donde permitía hasta 64 jugadores. Esto tiene su parte de lógica, y es que si queremos poder tener hasta 64 jugadores en una misma partida, el método de conexión que he descrito en el punto 1 es completamente inviable siendo imposible de jugar por el alto ping de todos los jugadores.

Podría sacar más puntos pero creo que los más importantes son estos.

Lo siguiente con lo que nos encontramos es que el juego está batiendo records de ventas y los creadores se están forrando. Por hacer un pequeño inciso hay algo que no logro entender, ¿Cómo es posible que la gente se esté comprando Modern Warfare 2 si nunca han jugado a Modern Warfare, siendo el 2 la secuela del 1? Todo esto viene por que el volumen de ventas del segundo han sido muchísimo más superiores que el primero y aun teniendo en cuenta la gente que no llegó a comprárselo: se lo bajaron, lo alquilarían, se lo dejaron, etc. etc. etc. Estoy completamente seguro de que ha habido gente que se ha comprado este último sin haber tocado Modern Warfare y todavía más seguro a que lo hicieron por todo el bombo que se le ha dado.

Con estos datos queda demostrado que Activision para su próxima secuela volverá a hacer lo que le de la gana sin pensar en ningún momento en la gente que le da de comer comprando sus juegos, los jugadores finales. Si tienen estos beneficios (o al menos es lo que dicen ellos), ahora mismo están viendo claramente como da igual lo que les digan a los usuarios si luego van a hacer lo que quieren y nosotros vamos a ir corriendo a comprarles su juego.

Enhorabuena Activision, habéis hecho lo que habéis querido, vuestras campañas de marketing han funcionado, aunque conmigo no.

I’ve never modded a guitar before, but it’s a topic that has interested me for a long time. I’m looking at upgrading the pickups as well as doing a few cosmetic changes on my Squier by Fender Affinity Series Stratocaster as practice because it’s a relatively cheap instrument.

I’m confused about what to do for pickups. Fender makes so many different types that all sound appealing, but I don’t know what the differences between Vintage Noiseless, Custom Shop Texas Specials, and Hot Noiseless are. I’m also thinking about adding Fender Schaller Locking Tuners, an LSR Roller Nut, and a tortoise shell or pearloid white pickguard depending on the paintjob I decide on. I’m torn. I really dig the style shown in the upper-right corner, of an off-white with a tortoise pickguard, but I also like my other idea of a very light blue with black diagonal racing stripes going one way, then being opposed by white racing stripes going a different direction.

The project is still a while off, I’m still broke from buying my Fender Telecaster which I love dearly. I’m wondering about putting a bridge cover on it, for the cool vintage look. That’s a cheap, $20 or so upgrade that requires pretty much no work at all.

Os anos 60 foram marcados com uma explosão da juventude.  Influenciados pelo livro “On the Road”, do escritor beatnik Jack Keurouac, de 1957, os jovens buscavam a liberdade e se opunham as regras da sociedade de consumo.  Os beats eram jovens inteligentes, cultos, gostavam de literatura, porém eram contra o consumismo e toxico dependentes. Era um movimento que nos anos 50 se concentrava nos bares, mas que nos anos 60 tomou as ruas da cidade promovendo uma transformação no comportamento jovem e uma luta pela liberdade.

A mudança na moda foi radical. Nesse período a alta costura entrou em crise a ponto de alguns pensarem que este seria o seu fim, porém houve o surgimento do prêt-à-porter e uma adequação do mercado a moda jovem que surgia com mais força a cada dia. Os jovens procuravam suas próprias vestimentas, libertando dos conceitos da sociedade vigente e explorando cada vez mais o corpo e as possibilidades.

Foi nesse período que Mary Quant juntamente com André Courrèges lançaram a mini-saia. Isso seria só um passo para o avanço ocorrido nos anos 60. Na verdade, de acordo com uma frase de Mary Quant: “A idéia da minissaia não é minha, nem de Courrèges. Foi a rua que a inventou”. E foi assim mesmo que ocorreu. Cada vez mais os estilistas se inspiravam na rua e no que estava acontecendo com os jovens naquele momento.

André Courrèges inovou na moda, produzindo uma coleção surpreendente em 65 com roupas de linhas retas, minissaias, botas brancas e sua visão de futuro, em suas ”moon girls”, de roupas espaciais, metálicas e fluorescentes.

Criações de André Courrèges

Londres estava em alta! Era a viagem perfeita para os jovens. Afinal, os Beatles (maior grupo musical de todos os tempos), excentricidade, liberdade, música, atitude e jovens emacipados, estavam lá. A moda masculina foi altamente influencidada pelo estilo dos Beatles, adotando os cabelos com franjão e paletós sem colarinho de Pierre Cardin. O grande ícone feminino foi Twiggy com seu estilo único, muito magra com cabelos curtíssimos e cílios inferiores delineados.

The Beatles

Twiggy

Também nesse período surgiram os Mods de paletó cintado, gravatas largas e botinas. A silhueta era mais ajustada ao corpo e a gola rolê se tornou um clássico do guarda-roupa masculino. Muitos adotaram também a japona do pescador e até mesmo o terno de Mao. Os Mods eram jovens de classe média inglesa que gostavam de tendências de moda e estilos musicais. Eram bem vestidos e escutavam jazz moderno, blues e rhythm. Eles se opunham a outra subcultura jovem, os rockers. Os rockers eram jovem apaixonados por rock n’ roll e motos. Eles tinham uma maneira de vestir bastante individual com roupas de couro adornadas por tags, taxas, tiras, entre outras.

Mods

Rockers

No Brasil, ocorreu o movimento da Jovem Guarda e o Tropicalismo que serão explicados nos posts seguintes.

Os anos 60 foram marcados por uma transformação nas regras da sociedade. Suas transformações foram significativas e marcaram o mundo para sempre.

iSoft has announced QuickWidgets, a new app which provides many useful widgets for your Lockscreen.

QuickWidgets is one app from the QuickBoard package. Now QuickBoard contains four apps. They are QuickSMS, QuickBirthday, Calendar and QuickWidgets.

You can set such widgets as Events, Notes, QuickReply, Dial, Google Search, Camera, Calendar, Clock, Weather and Flashlight to be displayed on your Lockscreen. More widgets will be available in future updates.

The widgets can be moved, switched on/off (all or separately), changed in size, or changed in color (font).

To set the widgets press and hold it until it does not shake, double tap changes the size, red dot opens the settings of this widget (for quickreply or weather)

You can download QuickWidgets from the QuickBoard package on the isoftru.ru/beta Cydia Repository.

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Visa has demoed Contactless mobile phone payments as well as an iPhone user interface at the Cartes Exhibition.

The iPhone user interface shown would let users customize incoming alerts for their credit card as well as email the issuer to query a transaction or contact customer service.

Contactless mobile phone payments lets you place your handset next to a POS terminal to authorize the transaction. If the transaction is less then 20 euros you will not need to do anything further. If the transaction is greater then 20 euros you will be prompted for a password.

Visa also reveal that they are testing a payment application that would live on a SIM card.

Recombu captured the demo in a video you can watch below…

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