Linux, el desconegut

Andaba yo buscando entre los trastos viejos cuando me ha salido lo necesario para arreglar uno de los mayores traumas que he tenido, publicar mi Treball de Recerca sin nisiquiera mencionar al autor, ni indice, ni nada …
Mirar que majo ha quedado ahora:

http://franhp.googlepages.com/linux.pdf

iPhone: mission failed

Written in 11th July and posted today because I wasn’t in the mood …

Today was an special day, something that was to be rememberd as the day when most people were to achieve their dream, the new cutting-edge iPhone from Apple, but there was a problem that clouded the magnificent day, it’s name is Telefonica.

I woke up with the intention to acquire a new shiny iPhone, I grabbed my car and went to a near village to meet a friend of mine. Cujo77’s intention was slightly different from mine, he wanted to buy the white iPhone whereas I wanted the black one, but we had a common purpose anyway.

Both of us jumped into the car at 7am, more or less, and drove to Sabadell, where we were supposed to be the first in El Corte Inglés’s queue. There was absolutely no-one in the street, so we decided to go to a more crowded place and share our “freakism” with the rest of the apple fans, and the chosen place was Plaça Catalunya in the middle of Barcelona.

We reached our new queue, there were just a few people in there so we agreed to stay because it seemed that we were to get our phones and it was about 8 in the morning but … the truth was … well, you’ll see.  We queued till 10 o’clock, when the doors were supposed to open, chatting with the other apple fans and playing videogames, my friend even got to be interviewed for Catalunya Radio! We saw something like 15 people in front of us and about 200 behind, we were fortunate! As the doors opened, everyone cheered and people who weren’t in the queue before, met their friends in front of us, forming a total of 27 people in front of us … no worries, there should be at least 40 phones or more! … optimist … People started entering and getting their tickets and as we tried to get the 28th ticket a woman approached and said “There are no more iPhones left, if you wish to receive more info about near shipments, you can give me your phone number” (a call I still haven’t received today)

A camera from Telecinco recorded my friend’s face while she was saying all that crap and later interviewed him, tough he received no iPhone in exchange. We ran to other places were we knew it would be sold, but none of them had a clue when they would receive the shipment …

In conclusion, two weeks later I bought a Nokia E51 and I love it!

A-Team Episode Generator

Make your own A-Team Episode

“In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn’t commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the A-Team.”

A-Team Episode Generator

Story by franhp

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The A-Team is hired by someone to go to neighbouring village to rescue franhps great-great-great-grandmother’s father-in-law’s friend from Doctor Evil, who is intent on taking control of neighbouring village. B.A. is afraid to fly ,so they stop him drinking milk and Murdock flies them to neighbouring village.
They arrive and go into the nearest kindergarten where they get into a fight after asking about the clients great-great-great-grandmother’s father-in-law’s friend.
They are overwhelmed by twenty or thirty really big villagers. The little village in neighbouring village is living in terror of Doctor Evil and the accompanying band of thugs.
Murdoch convinces the villagers to let them go by saying – This is spartaaaa!!1!!one!!
Hannibal comes up with a plan. He has B.A. turn a toothpick and a big sticker into a deadly tricycle.
Face pretends to be baby-sitter, but Doctor Evil catches on and tries to shout Face. Hanibal rescues Face at the last second.
Then Hannibal goes in their front door in their deadly tricycle. They manage to defeat all the thugs. Doctor Evil holds a gun to Murdochs head and escapes using the deadly tricycle as transportation.
The A-Team pursues them. Hanibal shoots out the side window. When Doctor Evil slows down to take a turn someones great-great-great-grandmother’s father-in-law’s friend jumps out and is helped up by Murdoch.
Face throws explosives, causing the deadly tricycle to crash and flip over . Doctor Evil climbs out unharmed. Face says All your base are belong to us.
The A-Team leaves Doctor Evil tied up for the authorities. In the little village in neighbouring village there is much rejoicing. In order to get B.A. to fly home though the A-Team has to stop him drinking milk again.

[The End]

A vegades tinc sort

Doncs molt poques vegades tinc sort en els sortejos, per no dir que fa molt de temps que no em toca res de res, de res (això si, ric molt quan li toca als altres i no hi són per recollir el premi, eh Pinucset?). Però aquesta setmana si que n’he tingut, fins i tot la meva mare m’ha proposat de fer una primitiva per acabar d’adobar-ho.

Bé, sabeu quin ha estat el premi? Un magnífic cap de setmana a un hotel de Llagostera, Girona!!! Dues persones, un hotel d’aquests rurals, tot un cap de setmana … iupi! Ara bé, com sempre em passa, els premis que jo rebo els acaba gastant la família i com que no tinc cap “parella” doncs els meus pares seran els que gaudeixin d’aquesta formidable estança, tot gràcies a la benzinera “Set Serveis” que tinc tot just sota casa i d’anar-hi tirant tots els tiquets de compra (que no son pocs) a la bústia per entrar al sorteig.

I jo que en trec de tot això? Doncs una cosa millor que la tranquil·litat que m’hagués pogut proporcionar aquest ambient rural, la tranquil·litat de no haver d’escoltar els crits dels meus pares durant tot un cap de setmana i poder fer el que em doni la gana amb la casa