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announced to play in our city. Thats it, were going! On the ground, at the front, not even showering before going. Faded rock and roll tees and worn out sneakers on, lets rock! That thrill, nonetheless, lasted till we got there. We were at a stones throw distance from the stage, but again and this time unfortunately it wasnt enough. The trolls were gone, the ogres, vanished. Instead there was scent, high heel and party make-up. People looked healthy and neat and you could stretch yourself between them without even touching anyone. And if you would, they would apologize. Sepulturas concert then started and to my utter surprise there wasnt even a single fight, let alone a hitting-each-other-pointlessly group. Nothing. I tried hard not to care and started jumping, swearing and singing along with the band. That was when I was interrupted by a girl politely asking me to stop, for I was on a puddle and she was getting wet. What shocked me the most, however, was that she looked terrified when I politely asked her to fuck off. I could have been ripped into pieces if I had done that 15 years before. Well, she would have been ripped, actually. By the time Ozzy stepped in the stage, I was already in pieces, devastated, miserable. Rock and roll is not dead, as it has been said for ages. I wish it was dead. I wish it was six feet under. I wouldnt be disappointed if that was the case. But those people and they were actually people, civilized people liked rock and roll, they were happy and they could even sing the songs. But they couldnt rock. And I could understand: God (or the devil) gave rock and roll to all of us, but put it in the soul of a select few.
... and I've been working since 7.30a.m. I've already had a rebel teen messing around in my class and crook wannabe but extremely good student trying not to learn English.I got home at 8 at night, I've been planning classes since that and I still have 2 classes to go, CAE exam-like exercises do to, homework for the CPE course, writing included. Moreover, tomorrow I'll have been up for 2 hours at 9 am. And you know what? I am in a wonderful mood and deliriously happy. That's what assures me I deeply love what I do.Go figure... So I am back, in a much better mood and still nuts about Top five lists.I've been having a difficult week: too much work, low self steem brought by PMT, late nights and early mornings, some flirtation with insomnia...Anyway, it's almost Thursday, which means almost Friday and the wild amount of work I had is tamed. Too good a perpective to be mourning for little things. 2 episodes, however, reminded an unpleasant Top 5 list:Top 5 Worst Things That Can Happen To You When Your Self-Steem is Low Because Of Your Weight1. Somebody stands up on the bus to allow you to sit because that gentil bastad thinks you're pregnant.2. A man comes to you to give you the business card of a lose-weight-now-ask-me-how products shop. And adds he himself has lost 20kg in 6 months!3. A passer-by whispers something about you being hot and chubby, in a vain attempt of making you feel desired.4. Your mother points out how fat you look, even if you are only swollen as a result of suffering from PMT5. The chair you are sitting on breaks down noisily and you collapse on the floorAfter having experienced 2 out of these 5 situations in a 24h interval, the only thing I could do is go to the gym every day. Let's see what top 5 list THAT will generate...Soundtrack: Oh, sweet nothing by Velvet Underground It was 1998 and I was resting from my first end of semester rush at college. My mom called:- A Husky puppy has followed me on the street. I think I'm bringing him home.- But what about the cat? - I asked, worried about MY pet.- I can't help, she said. It followed me to my friend's houses' door and it waited for me 'till I left! I'm bringing it home.Ok, it was her choice. More than one hour later, mom came home. There wasn't any puppy with her. It was as big as a German Shepard and it was brought by the third taxi driver. None of the previous agreed on putting such a big dog in their cars.- Ok, it's just a Husky, mom. Call him Lobo, as any other Husky, I said poshlyHe was tired and weak from having spent such a long time on the streets and he couldn't even stand. We called the vet and made an appointment for the following day. At night I went up to him and try to stroke his head. He growled at
me. I was scared and a thick wall was built between us.I kind of liked him but I was a little afraid. Then I realized my cat didn't like him so I started to side with her. In addition, I felt a little jelous because my mother loved him so deeply but she only liked my pet.Time went on. My cat died of cancer - poor thing. So difficult to put her to sleep...Anyway, the days went by and I still couldn't feel comfortable with that dog. He was big, bold, roomy and lazy.In 2000 my mother travelled for 2 moths. My sister had left home to live by herself some moths earlier, thus it was just me and him. For 2 long months. "I'll just feed him and give him fresh water. That's all.", I thought, forever bearing that first night growl in mind. And along came what I now name as "our second first night".I had just left my mother at the airport and the house was mine. I had the brilliant idea of watching The Shinning. Alone. At home. At my BIG house. I was scared to death! I went up to my bedroom, resigning myself to a sleepless night. To my surprise, that dog, that big bold roomy and lazy dog climbed the stairs behind me and tucked himself in right beside my bed. That night I could sleep. Soundly. Like an angel.After that I was free to love that brown furry big fellow as I'd always wanted to, but had been too pride to allow myself to do so.Many years went on, with him bothering me so many times to walk him, embarassing me so often by popping in front of my neighbours' doors, annoying me by barking at every single dog that would pass by my house at 2 in the morning. On weekends, very early in the morning he would open my bedroom door, wake me up to walk him. Extremelly annoyed, I would turn the other side and come back to sleep only to wake up later and find my books all peed.I remember bathing him on hot summer days as an excuse to have an outdoors shower myself. More than once he would escape from the leash to seek asylum under my mom's legs - completely wet and covered with soap.Today Lobo is gone. Gone for good, after having escaped so many times to chase little lady dogs.He is asleep forever, after so many nights sleeping by my side. Cancer has won again and has taken another pet away from me - this time the pet I would never forget. The big, bold, roomy and lazy lovely dog.R.I.P., Lobo. May dog's heaven be full of books for you to pee on, comfy sofas for you to sleep on and little lady dog for you to chase. I'll deeply miss you.
Well, here I am again, at the publand. I`ll try to be short, because I don't want to spend neither time or money online, once both can be converted in Guinness.CLONMACNOISE and SHANNONBRIDGEClonmacnoise is the perfect example of the expression 'in the middle of nowhere'. It is a 7 km road sided by farms. What brings lots of people there is the ruins of a monastery from the X century.the 'city'the bed and breakfast we stayed in Clonmacnoise the monastery ruins - breath-takingcloser...the monastery cemetery ruinsThen, there is Shannobridge, at the end of the road which Irish like to call a city. It's not a 7 km road; it's a 3km street which shelters 3 pubs.. the other 'city'the Shanon river and the bridgethe pub - 100 years standing. Well, I have to go. Hope to post more photos soon!=D ... and yet I`m gonna talk about nothing.A gruesome twin attack in Norway that shocked and saddened me much more than the death of a junkie singer; my working life turning upside down, bringing frustration and hope at the same time; the void left by stopping seeing some friends in my day-a-day; personal goals on the verge of being achieved - none of these have actually inspired me to produce a decent text.I just wanted to write but there was too much ado to decide on what to say. I didn`t want to wax either philosophical or political, thus I decided to write about nothing. And here you are: a short post about nothing; the sheer writing for the sake of writing.Maybe another day, when polemical and depressing topics become scarce, I might write about something useful. For the time being, nothing will do way much better.Now, if you excuse myself, I`ll watch the South American Cup finals. Yeah, yeah, yeah... Long time no read, I know. Loads of news, but since this is not my Dear diary, I'm not updating anybody about my life. Wanna know any news? Ask me. Period.Actually, what has driven me to updating my blog was just PMT and my mother. And the fact that I am reading High Fidelity - a book that makes you want to go around creating Top 5 lists.So, here goes the first, in a teenage tone.TOP 5 MOST IRRITATING THINGS A MOTHER DOES:==> Always having a nasty comment about your weight.==> Always knowing the right moment to utter that: when your self-steem is at the lowest.==> Always giving that I-told-you-so look when things go wrong - your diet included.==> Always having something 'alternative' to take: juices with lettuce, homeopathy, good vibrations and crap like that.==> Never complimenting in a clear way. When doing so, making sure it sounds like an offence.There, I made my first High Fidelity list. I'm only half way through the book, hence there will be more lists. Hopefully made by a better mooded writer.Cheers.Soundtrack: the title of this post, by John Wesley Harding 9o Combate: A Insidia de outra Emboscada (Emboscada aos bandoleiros Orcs)9 Orcs Combatentes ND1 = ND9 (Pg. 212 Livro dos Monstros)1 Orc Barbaro ND21
Orc Comandante ND31 Orc Barbaro Furioso ND31 Urghaf "Garra de Fogo" Orc Guerreiro ND4 Algibeiras com 600PO. Saco com pepitas de ouro e prata 800PO.Espada curta Flamejante+1 (1D6 + 1D6 de fogo) 8310PO
In my hands, I hold the ashesIn my veins, black pitch runsIn my chest, a fire catchesIn my way, a setting sunDark clouds gather 'round meTo the west, my soul is boundAnd I will go, on ahead freeThere's a light yet to be found The last pale light in the westThe last pale light in the west And I ask for no redemptionIn this cold and barron placeStill I see the faint reflectionAnd so by it, I got my way The last pale light in the westThe last pale light in the westClaude Westbright; veja em "O Brilho do Oeste", "Personagens: Claude Westbright" e "Casa de Prata - Organizacao" 11o Combate: Subterraneo e Posto Avancado Duergar (Submundo & Cla Lingua Negra)5 Aranhas de Lolth ND2 = ND101 Aranha Monstruosa (Enorme, Pg. 286 Livro dos Monstros) ND5Armadilhas (Pg. 70 Livro do Mestre)1 Fosso Profundo ND11 Bloco de Pedra Oscilante ND11 Arame Farpado ND17 Duergar combatentes (Pg. 13 Livro dos Monstros) ND1 = ND73 Grimlock (Pg. 154 Livro dos Monstros) ND1 = ND3Algibeiras totalizando 700PO e chave do cofre N o 1 (Necessario teste Procurar CD 20).5 Duergar combatentes ND1 = ND51 Crio-Hidra Cinco Cabecas (Pg. 160-162 Livro dos Monstros) ND6 Algibeiras totalizando 500PO 10o Combate: Caverna das Garras Flamejantes (Base do grupo Orc Garras de Fogo)5 Aranhas de Lolth ND2 = ND103 Myconid Guard ND4 = ND121 Minotauro ND4 (Pg. 202 Livro dos Monstros)5 Aranhas de Lolth ND2 = ND102 Elementares do Fogo Pequenos ND1 = ND21 Phoera ND 3X Orcs ND? - Todos que sobreviverem e fugirem da "Emboscada" - 9o Combate - estarao escondidos no "Magma Keep", local usado como refugio pelos bandoleiros.Algibeiras com 900PO. Pequeno Bau com quatro gemas raras (Jade, Azeviche, Topazio e Perola Branca) 1100PO. Machado de batalha Obra Prima (1D8) 700PO. 8o Combate: Torre de Themor (Laboratorio de estudos necromanticos)2 Esqueletos Humanos (Armadura Pesada) ND 1/3 = ND 2/31 Esqueleto Humano ND 1/3 (Pg. 117 Livro dos Monstros)1 Esqueleto Orc ND 1/34 Zumbis Humanos ND 1/2 = ND 2 (Pg. 267 Livro dos Monstros)1 Carnical ND 1 (Pg. 42 Livro dos Monstros)1 Esqueleto Humano ND 1/31 Esqueleto Orc ND 1/32 Esqueletos Gnoll ND 1 = ND 21 Esqueleto Orc ND 1/32 Esqueletos Humanos ND 1/3 = ND 2/31 Zumbi Humano (Furioso) ND 21 Zumbi Kobold ND 1/21 Zumbi Orc (Furioso) ND 1/21 Nellaf "O Caido" Guardiao de Bane (Especial) ND3Nellaf "O Caido" foi um arrogante aluno da torre arcana que tentou utilizar material avancado de estudos necromanticos para criar um "Guardiao de Bane", obviamente algo deu errado e Nellaf foi transformado na propria criatura. Espada de Bane Ordeira +1 (espada longa 1D8 axiomatica 2D6 contra tendencia caotica e -1lvl em caotico que empunhar, Pg.142 Magia de Faerun) 18315PO Aprisionador de Velsharoon (dois aneis ligados por uma fina corrente de prata, conta como um so anel, Protecao contra Mortos-Vivos; como em protecao contra o mal mas apenas contra mortos-vivos: +2 CA deflexao, +2 de bonus de resistencia, alem das protecoes de controle mental o usuario ganha +3 de bonus em teste de resistencia contra a escola da necromancia,
8o Combate: Laboratorio de estudos Necromanticos Altar da Morte: Esta primeira sala e usada para agradecer e louvar os deuses da magia, principalmente os que promovem o uso da magia necromantica. As runas no chao e o altar repleto de simbolos sao homenagens deixadas pelos estudantes para seus patronos divinos.Biblioteca dos Mortos: Aqui os estudantes encontram todo estudo basico, e talvez algum conteudo mais avancado, para iniciar e desenvolver suas pesquisas necromanticas. O local e aconchegante e possui uma lareira, uma grande poltrona de madeira, um caldeirao e seis estantes repletas de material de pesquisa. Existe uma grande quantidade de provisoes em um dos cantos da biblioteca, entre este objetos uma pequena arca e em seu interior a chave para a sala "Morte Conjurada". Laboratorio/Prisao: Local para estudos praticos da necromancia, contem celas de diversos tamanhos para aprisionar os "objetos de estudo". Alavanca Mestre: Este dispositivo nao so abre as celas da prisao como tambem libera a passagem pelas grades para a sala da "Morte Conjurada". Ao acionar a alavanca uma vez, as portas das celas abrirao e uma grade de seguranca fechara o laboratorio. Acionando duas vezes a alavanca, as grades da entrada da sala "Morte Conjurada" serao removidas. Sala Morte Conjurada: O local tambem conhecido como sala do trono e destinado para meditacao, conjuracao de criaturas e maldicoes. Nellaf em sua mente doentia e parcialmente destruida acredita que estes saloes sao agora seu dominio e que a sala do trono e sua morada. Existem dois circulos de poder nesta sala que serviam para ajudar os alunos nos estudos praticos da conjuracao. O primeiro circulo conjura mortos-vivos e o segundo invoca maldicoes em quem adentrar seus limites. No trono existe uma alavanca para fechar as portas e grades da sala. Nellaf "O Caido" foi um aluno da torre arcana que tentou utilizar o antigo ritual criado pelos devotos de Bane "O Senhor da Escuridao", e recentemente modificado pelos seguidores de Velsharoon "O Necromante", que consiste em criar um poderoso guardiao morto-vivo. Devido a sua falta de experiencia, e a sobra de arrogancia, algo deu errado e Nellaf foi transformado na propria criatura. Equipamentos de Nellaf, O Caido: Espada de Bane Ordeira +1; espada longa 1D8 axiomatica 2D6 contra tendencia caotica e -1lvl em caotico que empunhar, Pg.142 Magia de Faerun, 18315PO. Aprisionador de Velsharoon; dois aneis ligados por uma fina corrente de prata, conta como um so anel, Protecao contra Mortos-Vivos; como em protecao contra o mal mas apenas contra mortos-vivos: +2 CA deflexao, +2 de bonus de resistencia, alem das protecoes de controle mental o usuario ganha +3 de bonus em teste de resistencia contra a escola da necromancia, Pg. 122 Livro Jogador de Faerun & Pg.278 Livro do Jogador para Protecao contra o Mal, 33500PO 12o Combate: Posto Avancado Duergar (Cla Lingua Negra & Dominios de Asa Noturna)4 Duergar combatentes ND1 = ND41 Derro (Montado, Pg. 59 Livro dos Monstros) ND31 Verme da Carnica (Montaria, Pg. 252 Livro dos Monstros) ND41 Piro-Hidra Cinco Cabecas (Pg. 160-162 Livro dos Monstros) ND6Algibeiras totalizando 800PO e chave do cofre N o 2
(Necessario teste Procurar CD 20).8 Duergar combatentes ND1 = ND81 Derro ND31 Verme da Carnica ND43 Grimlock ND1 = ND31 Grimlock barbaro furioso ND5Algibeiras totalizando 400PO. Sala Cofre com 15000PO em moedas e gemas preciosas; Sala feita em rocha bruta (Quebrar CD 65, Dureza 8 e 900PV) com porta extremamente resistente (Derrubar CD 28, Dureza 10 e 60PV). Tres chaves sao necessarias para abrir o cofre, estao com tres Duergar diferentes.4 Duergar combatentes ND1 = ND43 Grimlock ND1 = ND33 Fiendish Snake ND1 = ND31 Dhokai "Asa Noturna" Dragao Negro Jovem ND5Algibeiras totalizando 600PO e chave do cofre N o 3 (Procurar CD 20). Tesouro do Dragao (Dhokai) avaliado em 10000PO; Composto em sua maioria de pedras preciosas, moedas e lingotes de ouro e prata. Localizado em uma camara, bolsao de ar, em um caminho escondido no lago subterraneo; Necessario respirar embaixo d'agua para chegar no tesouro ou CD 30 de natacao.
Imagens do jogo ocorrido em 13/09/2014 Registro do 12o Combate da campanha: Legioes de Tamoril I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to the wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place at the wrong time For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme On the wrong day of the wrong week I used the wrong method with the wrong technique Wrong There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently The wrong mix in the wrong genes I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means It was the wrong plan, in the wrong hands With the wrong theory for the wrong man The wrong eyes, on the wrong prize The wrong questions with the wrong replies Wrong I was marching to the wrong drum With the wrong scum Pissing out the wrong energy Using all the wrong lines And the wrong signs With the wrong intensity I was on the wrong page of the wrong book With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook With the wrong moon, every wrong night With the wrong tune playing till it sounded right yeah WrongToo long... I was born with the wrong signIn the wrong house With the wrong ascendancyI took the wrong road That led to the wrong tendenciesI was in the wrong place at the wrong timeFor the wrong reason and the wrong rhymeOn the wrong day of the wrong weekI used the wrong method with the wrong technique WrongGanaron "O'Tamoril"; veja em "Destino de Ganaron" e "Desejos". Imagens do jogo ocorrido em 19/04/2014 Registro do 11o Combate da campanha: Legioes de Tamoril Quem e que obriga os policiais a serem policiais, os lixeiros a serem lixeiros, os padeiros a serem padeiros, os medicos a serem medicos, os motoristas a serem motoristas, os engenheiros, os bombeiros, os professores, os analistas, os publicitarios, os desenvolvedores, os mecanicos, as domesticas...Todas as profissoes com seus bonus e onus, obviamente concordo que professores, policiais, medicos e bombeiros deveriam ganhar mais, acho que o motivo esta nitido ( se nao estiver pra voce, acredito que deva rever seus conceitos!). Contudo, o professor sabe atualmente como e o ensino publico, o medico sabe a situacao dos hospitais, o bombeiro sabe as condicoes precarias, e o policial... A esse basta que veja todos os dias a primeira pagina dos jornais, ou tres minutos de noticiario na TV. Suponhamos que os policiais ganhem 600 reais por mes, quando ele resolveu ser policial, com todas as burocracias e regras do sistema, provas e etc... Alguem em algum momento disse que ele ganharia 2.600, 4.600, 10.600???? Foi enganado? Se foi, de qualquer forma deveria fazer seu trabalho como tem que ser feito, e nao justifica que entre para a corrupcao, mas infelizmente e um pouco mais aceitavel.Agora, se ele sabia quanto iria ganhar, se sabia o que teria que passar, o minimo que se espera e que faca o seu trabalho como deve ser feito, servindo a lei, cumprindo essa funcao.O que mais me
assusta e que vivemos em um pais onde parabenizamos os honestos e banalizamos os corruptos. "Caramba ele e honesto??? Quanto diferencial, pensei que fosse mais um corrupto!"Parabens ao PM que recusou R$1 Milhao de Nem, mora um casa simples, com sua familia, provavelmente com filhos, provavelmente ralando muito, que e o que fazem os honestos nesse pais. Parabens por ter feito nada alem do que e pago pra fazer, nada alem do que se espera da policia militar, nada alem do que esta previsto. Enquanto isso, na capa do jornal O Globo: "Nem diz que metade do caixa do trafico era para os policiais." Os policiais "Normais", os corruptos, uma vez que os honestos e que estao virando noticia.lamentavel.
A Musica Quem vai vai do Forfun, conta a historia de um trabalhador que faz sua passagem, independente da sua crenca ou religiao, o clipe retrata de forma alegre e colorida a questao do "Para onde vamos?" Vale a pena conferir:Para saber mais sobre o Forfun acesse: http://forfun.art.br Sete e meia da manha. Reuniao importante. Acordou atrasado, com raiva do relogio que deveria ter despertado meia hora antes, nao percebe que so reparou o relogio gritando meia hora depois.Se arruma muito rapido. Abre a geladeira. Morde um pedaco com pressa de qualquer coisa e sai comendo.Um minuto. e o tempo que o elevador demora, tempo suficiente para ficar irritado. Nada nesse lugar funciona! desconta no trabalhador da portaria que ja se animava em lhe dar bom dia. Corre para o ponto, passa pelo lixeiro, pelo jornaleiro, mas nem se da conta. O Onibus para. Mais um bom dia. Reclama o troco.Alguem fala sobre o tempo. Faz um aceno com a cabeca, nao ha tempo pra falar sobre o tempo que faz.A reuniao comeca em vinte minutos, maldito despertador, pensa.O Bom dia da secretaria passa despercebido como os anteriores, aperta o passo em direcao a sala de reuniao. E interrompido pelo chefe antes de alcanca-la.Demitido.Nao se conforma, nao sabe pra onde ir. Pensa que pode ser bom. Pode ser bom nao precisar pensar.Assume a banca de jornal. Levanta cedo, prepara o cafe, arruma as revistas, varre a calcada. Bom dia! sorri ao transeunte engravatado sem nenhuma resposta, e pensa: Deve estar com pressa!Guarda as revistas, vende o ultimo jornal. Tira o sapato, deixa a agua bater em sua nuca.Tive muita pressa quando tinha tempo. Eu era cego, hoje posso ver, mas sou invisivel! conclui. A agua cessa.Bom dia Ele diz, e se satisfaz com a resposta alegre dos passaros do meio fio. Este ano, o papa Bento XVI aderiu ao twitter no melhor estilo hi-tech, atraves do seu iPad.A primeira tuitada do papa dizia: Dear Friends, I just launched http://t.co/fVHpS9y Praised be our Lord Jesus Christ! With my prayers and blessings, Benedictus XVI.A criacao do Vaticano News mostra o interesse da igreja em mostrar seu lado Itau de ser ( O mundo muda, o itau muda com voce), o que ja deveria ter acontecido desde de sempre (digo: a igreja acompanhando a evolucao dos tempos), mas antes tarde do que nunca.A Igreja Catolica e engessada no seculo XV, com regras, e conceitos que ja foram ha tempos ultrapassados, mas fico feliz em ver por menor que seja essa abertura, um indicio fisico de modernizar os conceitos de mundo, as visoes de sociedade, as maneiras de falar e de relacionar-se com o publico em questao.Joao Paulo II ja havia demonstrado esse desejo em acompanhar os avancos do mundo, a Carta aos jovens e uma oracao a entrega da juventude a uma igreja aberta e moderna:"Carta aos JovensPrecisamos de Santos sem veu ou batina. Precisamos de Santos de calcas jeans e tenis. Precisamos de Santos que vao ao cinema, ouvem musica e passeiam com os amigos. Precisamos de Santos que coloquem Deus em primeiro lugar,