<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964</id><updated>2011-07-14T21:42:24.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilha Paraíso</title><subtitle type='html'>O ponto de encontro das dimensões pessoais de três amigos bem diferentes entre si.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-92756893</id><published>2003-04-17T00:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T00:47:23.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-92756893?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/92756893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/92756893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92756893' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-91585392</id><published>2003-03-29T01:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T01:18:32.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ningu&amp;eacute;m escreve mais neste barraco n&amp;atilde;o, &amp;eacute;? Vou deletar a Ilha! Melhor dizendo, vou libertar os dem&amp;ocirc;nios de Apokolips para que a destruam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-91585392?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/91585392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/91585392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91585392' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90835656</id><published>2003-03-17T01:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T01:16:05.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acordei duas da tarde no s&amp;aacute;bado e tinha Municipal &amp;agrave;s cinco, mais alguma pergunta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90835656?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90835656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90835656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90835656' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90571609</id><published>2003-03-12T03:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T03:19:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tipo, nós três sabemos que você vai morrer repetindo esse episódio e que vai fazer questão de contar isso pra todo mundo, mesmo para os que não quiserem ouvir, por isso nos poupe e não fale mais sobre os seus 16 segundos de fama no nosso Blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por carregar o meu ventilador, Xico. Por essas e outras é que eu te amo (no bom sentido).  E não, aquele amigo da Juliana não ficou me olhando, se bem que ele é bonitinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanti, você já parou pra pensar que nós já nos beijamos por tabela graças a Francisco?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco, eu não tenho inveja de você, até porque a minha aparição foi realmente mais "concreta" do que a sua...  Ah, e eu acho você tão bom quanto o Xexéu, só que você tem muito ódio no coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90571609?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90571609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90571609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90571609' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90433220</id><published>2003-03-10T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T00:20:38.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Só sei que, durante este domingo, fui EU o ícone Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morra de inveja Simptar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90433220?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90433220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90433220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90433220' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90341469</id><published>2003-03-08T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T02:09:53.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Entrei numa loja&lt;br /&gt;Estava em liq&amp;uuml;ida&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Queima de estoque&lt;br /&gt;Fog&amp;atilde;o na promo&amp;ccedil;&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi da marca Dako&lt;br /&gt;Porque Dako &amp;eacute; bom&lt;br /&gt;Dako &amp;eacute; bom&lt;br /&gt;Dako &amp;eacute; bom&lt;br /&gt;Calma minha gente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;Eacute; s&amp;oacute; marca do fog&amp;atilde;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu adoro o Winamp!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90341469?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90341469' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90341344</id><published>2003-03-08T02:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T02:06:29.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um dos prazeres do carnaval em S&amp;atilde;o Jo&amp;atilde;o de Meriti:&lt;br /&gt;Estar em casa sozinho ouvindo no m&amp;aacute;ximo a vers&amp;atilde;o do Fausto Fawcett de K&amp;aacute;tia Fl&amp;aacute;via, nu, cantando e dan&amp;ccedil;ando a m&amp;uacute;sica. E sem ter ningu&amp;eacute;m para reclamar num raio de 500 metros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90341344?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90341344' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90341239</id><published>2003-03-08T02:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T02:03:51.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este blog &amp;eacute; definitivamente estranho.&lt;br /&gt;E eu n&amp;atilde;o quero atrapalhar o relacionamento de Guilherme e &amp;Iacute;rla.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, eu n&amp;atilde;o sei o que eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;oacute; sei que eu aprendi a dizer n&amp;atilde;o. Que bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90341239?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90341239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90341239' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90285368</id><published>2003-03-07T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T02:42:43.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho que você quer destruir o relacionamento dos dois sim.  Você é bem sórdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, eu encontrei um cara hoje no centro.  Foi alguém que eu conheci na net...  Nós almoçamos no Palatti e foi muito agradável...  Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90285368?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90285368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90285368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90285368' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90211384</id><published>2003-03-05T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:20:53.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mas francamente, estou achando uma bela porcaria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90211384?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90211384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90211384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90211384' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90211079</id><published>2003-03-05T23:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:15:20.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Achei o &lt;a href="http://www.kabalarians.com/index.cfm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Porque eu sou muito bom em pesquisa reversa no &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90211079?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90211079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90211079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90211079' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90210617</id><published>2003-03-05T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:06:23.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E não, Simptar, eu não estou manipulando ninguém! Eu &lt;b&gt;realmente&lt;/b&gt; quero que aqueles dois se acertem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu sou um anjo, não sou?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90210617?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90210617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90210617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90210617' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90114916</id><published>2003-03-04T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T12:13:02.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Encontrei um site cabalístico que mostra uma análise do seu nome. Uma pena que minha mãe fez o favor de me chamar André Lui&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;, e no site eles só têm a análise de André Lui&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt; mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também procurei nomes para uma possível filha que eu venha a ter num futuro distante. Sei lá, nunca fui mt chegado à idéia de ter um menino. Anyway, se houver ela, irá se chamar &lt;b&gt;Ravenna&lt;/b&gt; ou &lt;b&gt;Domitilla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;******* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first name of &lt;b&gt;Ravenna&lt;/b&gt; has made you happiest when you are expressing in some creative, artistic way, and not conforming to strict routine. In a large group of comparative strangers, you are quiet and rather shy, unable to express yourself, not really wanting to become involved in conversation. On the other hand, among friends with whom you feel at ease, you are expressive, witty, and quite charming. These contrasting natures make it difficult for people to understand you and can lead to friction in your personal life. You are deep, philosophical, and refined, but your extremely sensitive nature causes you to become depressed and self-pitying over any real or imagined slight. If you are not careful, people take advantage of your generous nature. You find the beauties of nature, fine music, art, and literature--all the deeper things of life--inspiring. The reserved, sensitive side of your nature brings aloneness and friction into your life, although you crave affection and understanding. You must guard against emotional excesses, which could result in depletion of energy, creating a desire for quick-energy foods. You could suffer through skin irritations, blood conditions, back trouble, and later, through arthritis. Heart, lung, or bronchial weaknesses could also result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;******* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of &lt;b&gt;Domitilla&lt;/b&gt; has given you sensitivity and appreciation for the finer and deeper things in life. You can enjoy reading, study, and contemplation about many different subjects. When your interests or curiosity are aroused, you work intensely at new undertakings, but your interests often wane when you encounter drudgery and monotony, with the result that you leave many things unfinished. Your name has taken you into many bitter experiences. The greatest lack in your life is stability and peace of mind. A peaceful and quiet environment, especially out in nature, is one of your greatest desires, but you are constantly taken into chaotic conditions. Because you have high ideals and are a principled person, you have been disillusioned and disappointed in people on many occasions and have experienced much aloneness. You are fond of outdoor sports, where you can find an outlet for your nervous energy. Impulsiveness could bring frequent accidents and unfortunate happenings into your life. You do not like to be restricted or to have your freedom curtailed in any way. You find it difficult to control your thoughts and could swing in moods from one extreme to the other. Your speech can become very critical and sarcastic when you are frustrated or crossed. This name creates a weakness in the heart, lungs, and bronchial organs, and could cause heart trouble, pneumonia, asthma, or tuberculosis. It also creates tension in the nervous system, particularly the solar plexus and stomach, causing nervous indigestion and relative conditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90114916?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90114916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90114916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90114916' title=''/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-90013531</id><published>2003-03-02T18:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T18:31:50.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu voltei...  Do mundo dos mortos, das terras onde não há internet.  Cá estou e pretendo por em dia os posts (não sei quando, mas porei).  Não faço isso já porque estou há mais de 30 horas sem dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-90013531?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90013531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/90013531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90013531' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89834878</id><published>2003-02-27T10:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T10:00:42.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/useg/brasil/artigo/0,,1109528,00.html"&gt;A Lisa Simpson tem horror dessa universidade.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89834878?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89834878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89834878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89834878' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89755682</id><published>2003-02-26T01:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T01:17:12.250-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;Eacute; detest&amp;aacute;vel quando voc&amp;ecirc; finalmente reinstala o ICQ e ningu&amp;eacute;m aparece quando voc&amp;ecirc; est&amp;aacute; online. Bom, paci&amp;ecirc;ncia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quanto ao assunto "Toni divindade grega" eu gostaria de dizer que deuses gregos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Tem nomes mais impressionantes que o diminutivo de Ant&amp;ocirc;nio, como por exemplo Posseidon ou Hefesto&lt;br /&gt;2- Transam com tudo o que v&amp;ecirc;em na frente, inclusive gente da fam&amp;iacute;lia. Ou no extremo oposto, s&amp;atilde;o feiosos como Hefesto (ou ser&amp;aacute; Hefa&amp;iacute;sto) ou ent&amp;atilde;o fazem votos de castidade como a tia Palas-Atena. Ou ainda s&amp;atilde;o azarados como o gilet&amp;atilde;o do Apolo (ui!).&lt;br /&gt;3- Geralmente tem o pau pequeno. Os gregos achavam um p&amp;ecirc;nis grande algo bestial e portanto feio, logo indesej&amp;aacute;vel.&lt;br /&gt;4- Possuem poderes sobre-humanos como a imortalidade, fazer apari&amp;ccedil;&amp;otilde;es onde acharem melhor, mudarem de forma ou mesmo soltar raios fulminantes.&lt;br /&gt;5- Normalmente se acha uma est&amp;aacute;tua deles aqui e ali em algum s&amp;iacute;tio arqueol&amp;oacute;gico da Gr&amp;eacute;cia.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E a&amp;iacute;, v&amp;atilde;o encarar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89755682?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89755682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89755682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89755682' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89754381</id><published>2003-02-26T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T00:55:23.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hum&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tentei marcar um encontro com os meninos, mas nem rolou.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém apareceu no lugaqr marcado, nem mesmo eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carinha que eu tava a fim apareceu e nem falou dos meus cd's que estão com ele (tipo, tem mais de 10 cd's, o case que eu carrego sempre comigo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele tivesse namorado comigo eu nem ligava, dava os cd's pra ele numa boa.&lt;br /&gt;Como dizia Demian (in memoriam), em uma de suas raríssimas citações que valem a pena ser recordadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preciso de um namorado novo, pois preciso de cd's novos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89754381?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89754381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89754381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89754381' title=''/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89478126</id><published>2003-02-21T01:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T01:53:03.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou a mulher de Mao Tse Tung!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89478126?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89478126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89478126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89478126' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89475834</id><published>2003-02-21T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T01:09:10.390-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Tortura&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mygahn.kit.net/tort.jpg"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygahn.kit.net/teste4.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Que castigo você merece?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mereço?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89475834?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89475834' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89474866</id><published>2003-02-21T00:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T00:52:53.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Divindades gregas não se chamam Tony...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89474866?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89474866' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89474582</id><published>2003-02-21T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T00:50:08.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É nóis na fita!&lt;br /&gt;Por um minuto, eu achei que o Blogger tinha deletado nosso bloguinho...&lt;br /&gt;Eu só não entendi uma coisa: você gostou de &lt;b&gt;O Chamado&lt;/b&gt; ou não, Shanti? No teu blog parecia que tinha gostado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89474582?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89474582' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89474385</id><published>2003-02-21T00:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T00:44:17.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sábado passado foi uma noite inusitada:&lt;br /&gt;Eu simplesmente cheguei em casa, após ter assistido O Chamado (não repitam meu erro!), e FUI DORMIR! &lt;br /&gt;Gente, e eu fiquei feliz com isso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, acho que eram umas 02:30, e eu acordei num puta susto com um tapão que minha irmã me deu. Ela, quase gritando:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANDRÉ, TEU AMIGO TÁ NA TELEVISÃO!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, pensando, meio letárgico:&lt;i&gt; "Ai... alguém morreu..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada: Era o Simptar, sendo reprisado no Altas Horas!!&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, ele tava naquela exposição A Imagem do Som, que eu &lt;b&gt;EXIJO&lt;/b&gt; ver novamente, falando que dá pra dançar com aqueles headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre o acordar, e o ver a TV, a primeira pessoa que pensei que poderia ter morrido foi o Heleno.&lt;br /&gt;Seria infame esta nota mental, se eu não tivesse várias vezes a impressão bizarra de que Carlos Augusto também morreria em 94.&lt;br /&gt;Hum, se o Heleno morrer também, eu me sentirei a própria Ravena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que não fui criado para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll never see just what we were meant to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89474385?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89474385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89474385' title=''/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-89217086</id><published>2003-02-17T00:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T00:14:13.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certas coisas nunca mudam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-89217086?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89217086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/89217086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89217086' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88952753</id><published>2003-02-12T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T01:04:12.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Meus dotes culinários estão começadno a se manifestar.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que agora já posso entrar para os X-Men!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparei uma sobremesa que a Débora me ensinou.&lt;br /&gt;Tá, ainda não tem nome. (Aceito sugestões)&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do livro &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Receitas de Shanti para quem mora sozinho:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 lt de leite condensado; &lt;br /&gt;- 1 lt de creme de leite; &lt;br /&gt;- 1 grf de leite de côco;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 pct de pó para maria-mole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de Preparar:&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolver o pó para maria-mole em água quente. Juntar aos outros no liquidificador e bater por 5 min.&lt;br /&gt;Levar à geladeira em travessa média.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88952753?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88952753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88952753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88952753' title=''/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88927223</id><published>2003-02-11T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T16:37:52.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente a criatura respondeu. Grosseiro como sempre, mas pelo menos parece que ele está disposto a colocar uma pedra no assunto. Por mim como está, está ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;E agora é oficial. Não entro mais em IRC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88927223?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88927223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88927223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88927223' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88893533</id><published>2003-02-11T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T01:38:52.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melhor que isso não vai ficar por enquanto. A coluna esquerda continua meio rebelde, fazer o quê? E cadê esses dois que não escrevem... O Simptar tem a desculpa de estar com problemas no computador - só para variar. Mas o Shanti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88893533?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88893533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88893533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88893533' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88737578</id><published>2003-02-07T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T23:37:00.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Simptar. Aquele meu amigo que vc define como "gordo simpático" daqui a pouco vai estar se mudando de vez para São Paulo. Para ser mais exato, no expresso de uma da madrugada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88737578?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88737578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88737578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88737578' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88737200</id><published>2003-02-07T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T23:26:39.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai ai&lt;br /&gt;Meninos, eu sei que não deveria falar disso por aqui, mas a Perversa Cobra Can andou entrando vocês sabem onde e resolveu encher os olhos do pobre &lt;b&gt;^Gemini^&lt;/b&gt; com expressões tais como estas:&lt;br /&gt;"desculpe a sinceridade ...... mas eu detesto falsidade"&lt;br /&gt;"eu? ahahahahahahaaahahaha ..... eu não me rebaixo ...."&lt;br /&gt;Eu só digo uma coisa... se rebaixou BUNITA pra pegar aquele papel na entrada do metrô. &lt;br /&gt;Que gente patética. Depois de meses com esse assunto morto resolveram ressuscitar algo que já devia ter sido obliterado.&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente não tem UM Op por lá neste momento, mas se algum de vocês realmente fizer questão, &lt;i&gt;habemus LOG&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Até agora nada de resposta. E eu não vou correr atrás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88737200?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88737200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88737200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88737200' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88571327</id><published>2003-02-05T01:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T01:21:41.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aqui estamos nós de volta ao início.  A &lt;b&gt;Roda da Fortuna &lt;/b&gt;girou e as coisas parecem as &lt;b&gt;mesmas&lt;/b&gt;, exceto pelo surto de bondade que assola o Rio de Janeiro. A bem da verdade, é um surto de &lt;b&gt;sensatez&lt;/b&gt; que faz com que as pessoas mais insanas do mundo tenham um mínimo de bom senso ao avaliar os pricípios e as consequências de seus atos.  Eu continuo bancando o &lt;b&gt;Arauto da Paz &lt;/b&gt;(da &lt;b&gt;minha &lt;/b&gt;paz, que fique bem claro).  Seja como for, já passei a bola adiante e mesmo que o meu conceito de paz seja muito &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;flexível - abrangente - elástico &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(ou qualquer coisa do gênero), a minha obrigação como embaixador de &lt;b&gt;Themyscira &lt;/b&gt;é levar a mensagem das amazonas ao mundo do patriarcado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos nos reunir, tem várias &lt;b&gt;FAVAS &lt;/b&gt; na pauta pra atualizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já decidiu o que vamos fazer no &lt;b&gt;Carnaval&lt;/b&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88571327?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88571327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88571327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88571327' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88565173</id><published>2003-02-04T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T23:23:37.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desisti dos links verdes. Fiquem felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88565173?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88565173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88565173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88565173' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88565011</id><published>2003-02-04T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T23:20:19.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preparativos finais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88565011?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88565011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88565011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88565011' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88547483</id><published>2003-02-04T17:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:20:29.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaahhh, enfim postando na Ilha Paraíso...&lt;br /&gt;Onde você pode ser feliz sem um homem pra chamar de seu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco, essas colunas laterais não estão um [pouco] &lt;b&gt;Simply Red&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, finalmente seremos felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que gaia nos ajude!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88547483?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88547483' title=''/><author><name>Garoto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10655444091077176815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88528688</id><published>2003-02-04T10:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T10:02:57.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre as &lt;b&gt;negociações de paz&lt;/b&gt;: Ótimo, mas como é que eu explico para ele que o email foi deletado pelo &lt;a href="http://www.hotmail.com"&gt;Hotmail&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88528688?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88528688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88528688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88528688' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88516215</id><published>2003-02-04T02:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T02:42:57.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já que não vai ter midi peço aos leitores que usem sua imaginação para criar uma trilha sonora para cada post.  &lt;br /&gt;Quando o post contiver &lt;b&gt;FAVA&lt;/b&gt;, imaginem que está tocando o midi do &lt;b&gt;Plantão da Rede Globo &lt;/b&gt;(aquele que interrompe os programas pra falar da morte de alguém).  Se o post for &lt;b&gt;Romântico &lt;/b&gt;pense na música que mais lhe agradar, algo que sirva pra embalar casais nojentos, grudentos e melosos.  Se for um post do &lt;b&gt;Nemo &lt;/b&gt;sobre coisas como judeus e palestinos, ópera, Vila Mimosa, arte barroca, elementos da tabela periódica e afins, pense nas musiquinhas de espera de todos os &lt;b&gt;telemarketings &lt;/b&gt;para os quais vc já ligou na vida.  No caso de ser um post do &lt;b&gt;Shanti &lt;/b&gt;remeta sua mente aos discos da Enya, Yani, Madonna, várias coisas dos anos 80 e coisas diáfanas de um modo geral.  Quando for um post &lt;b&gt;meu &lt;/b&gt;,a trilha sonora certamente será algo improvável, algo que eu possa cantar no meio de um de meus surtos, quando eu estiver perdido entre a carreira, o amor e os quadrinhos (muita música brega).  Se for um post de qualquer um dos três sobre dominação global, luta armada contra os homens que não nos querem, morte as pessoas chatas que nos atormentam, etc e tal, ouçam em suas mentes os temas de Missão Impossível ou de As Panteras...  De uma forma geral, sejam imaginativos e se preferirem o silêncio durante a leitura, não há problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Legenda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAVA &lt;/b&gt;= Fato Apurado sobre a Vida Alheia (forma politicamente correta de se dizer &lt;b&gt;fofoca&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, eu bem achei esse post uma besteira.  Se ele tivesse uma trilha acho que seria &lt;b&gt;Asereje&lt;/b&gt;.  Existe besteira maior que isso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88516215?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88516215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88516215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88516215' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88513611</id><published>2003-02-04T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T01:40:39.130-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nem pensar em colocar MIDI, espantam leitores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88513611?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88513611' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88513346</id><published>2003-02-04T01:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T01:35:10.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vermelho o bastante para &lt;a href="http://dark_phoenix.blogger.com.br"&gt;você&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88513346?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88513346' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88513208</id><published>2003-02-04T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T01:32:41.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quanto mais eu rezo mais assombração me aparece! PQP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88513208?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88513208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88513208' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88512709</id><published>2003-02-04T01:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T02:42:16.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Porque as aftas ardem e doem&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que enfim o &lt;b&gt;Blog &lt;/b&gt;ficou pronto... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No momento eu estou sem saco pra escrever (as &lt;b&gt;aftas &lt;/b&gt;tiraram todo o meu bom humor).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Acho que gostei das cores mas preferia que tivesse &lt;b&gt;vermelho &lt;/b&gt;no lugar do cinza...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nota mental para Nemo&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Precisamos de um midi &lt;b&gt;fofo &lt;/b&gt;para o &lt;b&gt;Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adorei os nossos desenhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88512709?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88512709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88512709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88512709' title=''/><author><name>Simptar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07970927907758775432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88449025</id><published>2003-02-02T23:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T23:37:24.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.lycos.co.uk/darknemo/elvira.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deja vu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88449025?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88449025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88449025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88449025' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135964.post-88448650</id><published>2003-02-02T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T23:28:24.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já está quase pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Mudei o template, estava com medo de fazer um trabalho de preguiçoso e copiar a idéia básica do meu &lt;a href="http://jinn.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Acho que consegui evitar isso usando esse esquema de duas colunas. Claro que muita coisa ainda vai mudar, principalmente as cores, mas pelo menos as imagens mais importantes e a formatação básica do blog já estão definidas, incluíndo os comentários. Falta colocar um email do blog, uma lista de links, cliques, contador, e outras coisas do tipo, mas um passo de cada vez.&lt;br /&gt;Já limpei aquele monte de posts de teste, e agora só falta os outros dois começarem a escrever também. Eu devia ter obrigado eles a ficar de plantão na Internet durante este fim de semana... Bobagem, depois a gente resolve isso. Agora falta providenciar um lugar para que eles armazenem as imagens deles. Por mim eu continuo usando a minha conta no &lt;a href="http://www.lycos.co.uk"&gt;Lycos UK&lt;/a&gt; para armazenar as minhas imagens, inclusive as do blog, e eles podem muito bem abrir uma conta para cada. Aliás, uma dica. Aquele menino do &lt;a href="http://philipinas.blogspot.com"&gt;Philipinas&lt;/a&gt; está no &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;Blogger&lt;/a&gt; americano, mas tem uma conta no &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com.br"&gt;Blogger BR&lt;/a&gt; só para postar imagens. É &lt;a href="http://philipinas.blogger.com.br"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bedtimestory.blogger.com.br"&gt;Shanti&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://dark_phoenix.blogger.com.br"&gt;Simptar&lt;/a&gt; podem muito bem fazer o mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;Bom, por enquanto é só isso mesmo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bem vindos à &lt;a href="http://triade.blogspot.com"&gt;Ilha Paraíso&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4135964-88448650?l=triade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88448650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135964/posts/default/88448650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://triade.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88448650' title=''/><author><name>N.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
