Candy
After 4 years, 220 posts, Notes from the Underground leave Blogger and Wordpress makes a move to own server.
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Nothing more, except to thank you for been with me all this time in the hope of continuing to share this little corner of the blogosphere many years. Gómez Honrubia
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
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changing subsurface Earth Intruder
When Isaiah explained his idea of \u200b\u200bthe heroes of the village, they showed its strong opposition to such, in his opinion, crazy business. Will investing millions to create a sour candy factory? Does the young Isaiah, son of Torcuato Gómez Honrubia respected engineer, had finally lost your mind? The forces of the famous and very loyal Garandaz villa de la Torre repeatedly urged him to follow the example of his father, to focus their efforts on projects that serve the welfare of the community and the envy of neighboring towns, instead of wasting time with nonsense like that day he proposed.
The young entrepreneur, far from being discouraged, he realized bitterly that his dream could never be realized on earth where he was born, which would wither locked in the straitjacket of an archaic and shortsighted thinking, unable to comprehend the new course of time. Thus, Isaiah made the bag, grabbed the folder containing all the documentation relating to the project and left never to return.
Nothing was known for years the fate of the wayward eldest son of the engineering Gómez Honrubia, until one fine day, after dinner, one of the mayors showed pundits coffee daily news of economic The rooms of the nation : "Isaiah G. Honrubia, one of the largest fortunes of the container." To astonishment of all present, the news was seen accompanied by a photo showing, dressed in elegant frock coat, the young Isaiah, caught the arm of a Nordic-looking hussy.
Indeed, Isaiah had seen his dream fulfilled. An astute businessman who understood the business fat was to sell candy bitter to large segments of the population surplus sweetener in their lives and was associated with it, funding the first of a long series of factories around the wide world. The bitter sweets were a resounding success in golf clubs in luxury brothels in its parties on the yachts of billionaires, in the singers' dressing rooms of time and of course, between the no small flock of imitators postmodern snobs elite.
If the factory had been built in the town, its people have benefited from the deal of the century. Surely more than one thought about this while reading the business achievement of young Isaiah. Surely more than one thought that the factory had been built there would be so so happy to consume sour candies by the dozen.
When Isaiah explained his idea of \u200b\u200bthe heroes of the village, they showed its strong opposition to such, in his opinion, crazy business. Will investing millions to create a sour candy factory? Does the young Isaiah, son of Torcuato Gómez Honrubia respected engineer, had finally lost your mind? The forces of the famous and very loyal Garandaz villa de la Torre repeatedly urged him to follow the example of his father, to focus their efforts on projects that serve the welfare of the community and the envy of neighboring towns, instead of wasting time with nonsense like that day he proposed.
The young entrepreneur, far from being discouraged, he realized bitterly that his dream could never be realized on earth where he was born, which would wither locked in the straitjacket of an archaic and shortsighted thinking, unable to comprehend the new course of time. Thus, Isaiah made the bag, grabbed the folder containing all the documentation relating to the project and left never to return.
Nothing was known for years the fate of the wayward eldest son of the engineering Gómez Honrubia, until one fine day, after dinner, one of the mayors showed pundits coffee daily news of economic The rooms of the nation : "Isaiah G. Honrubia, one of the largest fortunes of the container." To astonishment of all present, the news was seen accompanied by a photo showing, dressed in elegant frock coat, the young Isaiah, caught the arm of a Nordic-looking hussy.
Indeed, Isaiah had seen his dream fulfilled. An astute businessman who understood the business fat was to sell candy bitter to large segments of the population surplus sweetener in their lives and was associated with it, funding the first of a long series of factories around the wide world. The bitter sweets were a resounding success in golf clubs in luxury brothels in its parties on the yachts of billionaires, in the singers' dressing rooms of time and of course, between the no small flock of imitators postmodern snobs elite.
If the factory had been built in the town, its people have benefited from the deal of the century. Surely more than one thought about this while reading the business achievement of young Isaiah. Surely more than one thought that the factory had been built there would be so so happy to consume sour candies by the dozen.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
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Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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Refugee Friday
Insanity in individuals is something rare. In contrast, in groups, parties, nations and epochs it is the common standard
Friedrich Nietzsche.
You suddenly realize that they come at you brandishing their rifles. Are already at the door of your house and will not wait long to break down the door and shoot bursts against everything that moves. Accounts with just seconds to jump out the window of the back and try to save your life.
Saltas. Caes and wheels on the ground. Run, run in the dark of night, the lungs will stop burning but not run as fast as you can. With nothing, no money, no documentation, you have thousands of miles ahead of persecution, secrecy and hardship.
If you can survive and you're lucky, maybe get to the gate of an embassy or border of a country civilized to whose authorities have to prove you're a political refugee. With nothing, no money, no documentation, but plenty of fear and suffering.
Today, June 20, is San Ciriaco, San Jose and San Pablo Anacoreta Martyr but it is also World Refugee Day .
Insanity in individuals is something rare. In contrast, in groups, parties, nations and epochs it is the common standard
Friedrich Nietzsche.
You suddenly realize that they come at you brandishing their rifles. Are already at the door of your house and will not wait long to break down the door and shoot bursts against everything that moves. Accounts with just seconds to jump out the window of the back and try to save your life.
Saltas. Caes and wheels on the ground. Run, run in the dark of night, the lungs will stop burning but not run as fast as you can. With nothing, no money, no documentation, you have thousands of miles ahead of persecution, secrecy and hardship.
If you can survive and you're lucky, maybe get to the gate of an embassy or border of a country civilized to whose authorities have to prove you're a political refugee. With nothing, no money, no documentation, but plenty of fear and suffering.
Today, June 20, is San Ciriaco, San Jose and San Pablo Anacoreta Martyr but it is also World Refugee Day .
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Landmark Buffet Coupon Ameristar
Leading the Catholic Church
Metaphorical image Ratzinger in his role as shepherd of Catholics throughout the world. Teologicemos, something will stick.
The church 'red' Vallecas, to overflowing for the Mass prohibited by
Archbishop Leonardo Boff Entrevías: "The mission of the Church is to pay particular attention to the poor"
Metaphorical image Ratzinger in his role as shepherd of Catholics throughout the world. Teologicemos, something will stick.
The church 'red' Vallecas, to overflowing for the Mass prohibited by
Archbishop Leonardo Boff Entrevías: "The mission of the Church is to pay particular attention to the poor"
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Weighted Shower Curtain
Are you from this world? Critter's late
If you have doubt about it, listening despéjelas Song to encourage the inhabitants of large areas sung by José María Alfaya and lyrics by José Ramón Catalán.
song to encourage the inhabitants of large areas part of the soundtrack for the documentary Great Size and was used as the closing of one musical chapters of the splendid series of documentaries Voices Against Globalization - Is Another World Possible? , issued a few months ago TVE.
If you have doubt about it, listening despéjelas Song to encourage the inhabitants of large areas sung by José María Alfaya and lyrics by José Ramón Catalán.
song to encourage the inhabitants of large areas part of the soundtrack for the documentary Great Size and was used as the closing of one musical chapters of the splendid series of documentaries Voices Against Globalization - Is Another World Possible? , issued a few months ago
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Kate Playground Follada
hang around. Be polish. Be
idle. Being back
. Be
death. Be
decorating the office. Be
sulking. Be
luck.
be congratulated.
Being in jest. Star Wars
.
Be the doldrums. Be
ahead. Being behind
. Be
decided to tell everything. Be
depression. Be
bridge. Be
vice.
is late to be of.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Bird Aviaries For Sale
horses and ponies. A cuttlefish and squid. I have seen animals walking together. I've seen animals sleeping together. I've seen animals.
horses and ponies. A pig and a Great Dane. A parrot and a donkey.
a ranger and a nightingale. I've seen a cat joining a pack of meerkats. I have seen a deer getting into the mouth of a snake. I saw a group of geese to follow the flight of a microlight. I read that a countess left his estate to his sheep.
horses and ponies. A lizard and a chaplain. A marten and a bear. A human and an orangutan. I saw a crow with a cuckoo clock killing time. I've seen a monkey suppressed an entire kindergarten. I've seen a condor cross the river on a crocodile. I have read that dogs and cats are friends.
I've seen animals walking together. I've seen animals sleeping together. I have been together I've seen animals eating animals.
Hidrogenesse , horses and ponies
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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Water Day Easy Application
Living in the transitional period between human-human communication to human-machine is not easy. At least my generation did not teach us in school to book tickets for the theater on the phone with a machine, to pay a parking space to a machine or even to buy a single ticket from the subway through a machine swallowed coins and noises.
The theory is that machines make life easier . The ergonomics and usability experts in the meninges are squeezed to give birth between us imperfect interfaces the all powerful human and machines, but it seems to me that the web is becoming more complicated and more and we ended up lost in a maze of hallways and dead corners absurd. In the sixteenth century absolute monarchs (how boring your life must be) sent to create mazes in the gardens of their palaces to entertain, maze today is our day to day is the board where our every move and run and from that who can not cope as capricious and changing a few rules that decide.
officials are rarely longer sleepy subway at the box office, these are closed and dark, assuming that the space they occupy may expropriated tomorrow cold sandwiches vending machines or anything prefabricated impostor. Ticket back to the job once a human myself, I eat and I'm still useful to society thanks to the machines, touch screen watch the automatic selling of tickets. In the familiar interface have been added in this new version a menu button that says "user friendly". You click on it and go to a screen certainly easier to use, with buttons and text bigger, more intuitive experts say, also accompanied by a robotic voice that guides one in the buying process. A beauty, come on.
While the machine makes noise and rudely spit my way ticket I think that if there is ease of use because the normal way is the HARD TO USE. So ... Why do these bastards do not have easy use by default?
Paradoxes of what they call usability ...
Living in the transitional period between human-human communication to human-machine is not easy. At least my generation did not teach us in school to book tickets for the theater on the phone with a machine, to pay a parking space to a machine or even to buy a single ticket from the subway through a machine swallowed coins and noises.
The theory is that machines make life easier . The ergonomics and usability experts in the meninges are squeezed to give birth between us imperfect interfaces the all powerful human and machines, but it seems to me that the web is becoming more complicated and more and we ended up lost in a maze of hallways and dead corners absurd. In the sixteenth century absolute monarchs (how boring your life must be) sent to create mazes in the gardens of their palaces to entertain, maze today is our day to day is the board where our every move and run and from that who can not cope as capricious and changing a few rules that decide.
officials are rarely longer sleepy subway at the box office, these are closed and dark, assuming that the space they occupy may expropriated tomorrow cold sandwiches vending machines or anything prefabricated impostor. Ticket back to the job once a human myself, I eat and I'm still useful to society thanks to the machines, touch screen watch the automatic selling of tickets. In the familiar interface have been added in this new version a menu button that says "user friendly". You click on it and go to a screen certainly easier to use, with buttons and text bigger, more intuitive experts say, also accompanied by a robotic voice that guides one in the buying process. A beauty, come on.
While the machine makes noise and rudely spit my way ticket I think that if there is ease of use because the normal way is the HARD TO USE. So ... Why do these bastards do not have easy use by default?
Paradoxes of what they call usability ...
Friday, January 26, 2007
Worst Nail Biter In The World
wanted to talk to people, to restore the word. order not to become dumb, we thought, a new culture had to start not be deaf. We published articles about reality, but also and above all texts from it. Words from the streets, in fields, in the tunnels, life histories, popular songs (...)
Eduardo Galeano, Days and Nights of Love and War
Note: The bold are the editor of this blog.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
What Does Tingling In The Fingertips Mean?
culture Hold your wee
Like a Auster character is involved, give sips of coffee while alternating my gaze between the day's news and the sight of the big gray city through the window.
Poor Jennifer. I think in your belly about to burst, as bruised skin, as previously took wince at his home in Rancho Cordova, only accompanied by loneliness and despair. Hold your pee , should resound in your head dizzy and vomit, aguántalo, Jennifer, hold your wee for a Wii . Of course English is better: Hold your pee for a Wii .
Jennifer Strange, strange Jennifer, was submitted to a competition organized by a radius of the Mormon and Puritan city of Sacramento. The challenge was to drink large amounts of water in record time and, of course, hold pee more than anyone to get the coveted prize, a Wii, that pileup wireless fashion as the techno-scholars have revolutionized the world of videogames.
Jennifer has been known that the strange Jennifer, accepted the challenge by his son , wanted to get that prize that surely escaped from their budget, but that made him so excited about your child. Unfortunately it was in the attempt: Jennifer died of poisoning water. Who would say, boy, your mother sacrificed her life to make you happy, pee and water, these fluids was killed innocent in appearance.
ponder for a moment of stupidity undoubtedly the deadliest weapon ever known to mankind. But then my thoughts forsaken dealing Jennifer stem. Poor kid, no mother and no Wii.
a woman died after a contest of who drink more water to win a Wii
Like a Auster character is involved, give sips of coffee while alternating my gaze between the day's news and the sight of the big gray city through the window.
Poor Jennifer. I think in your belly about to burst, as bruised skin, as previously took wince at his home in Rancho Cordova, only accompanied by loneliness and despair. Hold your pee , should resound in your head dizzy and vomit, aguántalo, Jennifer, hold your wee for a Wii . Of course English is better: Hold your pee for a Wii .
Jennifer Strange, strange Jennifer, was submitted to a competition organized by a radius of the Mormon and Puritan city of Sacramento. The challenge was to drink large amounts of water in record time and, of course, hold pee more than anyone to get the coveted prize, a Wii, that pileup wireless fashion as the techno-scholars have revolutionized the world of videogames.
Jennifer has been known that the strange Jennifer, accepted the challenge by his son , wanted to get that prize that surely escaped from their budget, but that made him so excited about your child. Unfortunately it was in the attempt: Jennifer died of poisoning water. Who would say, boy, your mother sacrificed her life to make you happy, pee and water, these fluids was killed innocent in appearance.
ponder for a moment of stupidity undoubtedly the deadliest weapon ever known to mankind. But then my thoughts forsaken dealing Jennifer stem. Poor kid, no mother and no Wii.
a woman died after a contest of who drink more water to win a Wii
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Ab 2010 Dental Fee Guide
New Year nonsense
- Increase significantly the use of snuff. Leave
- any sport and spending significantly more time watching television. Stop
- work honestly, to become a disciple of Strauss & Perlowitz and dedicate to real estate speculation or dubious activity. Post
- my memories, which reveal secrets compremetedores various celebrities completely fabricated.
- After amassing a fortune through my dark multimillion-dollar business and sales of my controversial pseudo-memoirs, Opus me of or any other influential religious sect for sure and impunity on earth as in heaven.
- As good believer fearing the Lord, to be free evil and wrong with my neighbors, that does not find out my right hand with the other slapped and outrage. Achieving
- highest perfection in the noble art of hypocrisy is necessary virtue in this world full of malicious individuals.
- Blogging, which is super trendy.
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