Piadas

Porque a Isabella usava o linux? Porque ela tinha medo de windows

Porque a Isabella não tinha internet? Porque o pai dela cortou a rede

O que os irmãozinhos de Isabella pediram de aniversário? Um apartamento no primeiro andar O que é, O que é? Entra pela porta e sai pela janela?

O que é, O que é? Fura rede mas nao é peixe?

O que é, O que é? Cai de pé e morre deitado?

Me chama de Isabella e me joga pela janela! Masoquista sobre Isabella

Chuck Norris afirma que Isabella saltou depois de sua aparição no apartamento.

Darth Vader diz que isso ocorreu por conta da inexperiência de Isabella em usar a força.

Foi falta de pó mágico segundo Peter Pan

Já comi. - João Hélio sobre Isabella

Me superou! - Hitler sobre Isabella

Me superou!² - Santos Dumont sobre Isabella

Me superou!³ - Kurt Cobain sobre Isabella

Com essa idade nem eu voava! - Goku sobre Isabella

Se tivesse pedido, eu emprestava a Nuvem Dourada!

Conceito Visual

Imagens exclusivas Edição especial do Windons Messenger:

Foto do treinamento de Isabella Nardoni para voo:

Teorias sobre a morte

1. Em uma tentativa desesperada de se tornar uma mutante normal, ela se jogou da janela de seu predio, porem, antes, armou tudo pra fuder com a vida da familia dela.

2. Ela nao tinha os mesmos poderes do Peter Petrelli, do seriado Heroes, e era noob e nao podia copiar poderes de outras pessoas que sabiam voar.

3. Isabella viu Joao Hélio, e em um ato mais afoito, quis chegar mais perto do chao. Pelo jeito conseguiu.

4. Um ninja invadiu a casa de seus clientes, matou a filha deles e no final sobrou tempo do homem tomar uma cervejinha antes de sair. E como ele é um ninja, não deixou provas de sua presença e, além disto, conseguiu deixar prováveis provas de que os Nardoni seriam os prováveis autores. (Tese defendida pelos advogados do casal Nardoni)

5. Isabella consumiu cogumelos alucinógenos após ver o filme do Peter Pan e acreditou que ele a havia convidado a voar com ele.

6. Ela tinha pacto com o Demonio, e quis trocar um procedê diretamente com o tinhoso.

7. Ela gostava de pular na grama

8. Ela queria ser a Sakura.

9. Ela tomou um REDBULL vencido.

Cenário Músical

Ciranda cirandinha vamos todos avuá vamos dar a meia volta e do sexto andar pular. A rede que tu me deste era fraca e se rasgo, a grama que eu cai era dura e me mato!

Isabella Nardoni não queria respirar, tentava e tentava e não parava de respirar. A madrasta, sua amiga, foi ajudar, e por três minutinhos, ela ficou sem respirar (o que aconteceu?)

MERDAAAA, Isabella virou MERDAAAA! MERDAAAA, Isabella virou MERDAAAA!

Isabella Nardoni queria voar, tentava e tentava e não podia voar. O papai, seu amigo, tentou ajudar, e do sexto andar, fez ela pular! (oque aconteceeeeu?)

MORREU, Isabella MORREU! MORREU, Isabella MORREU! MORREU, Isabella se FU… DEU!

Reconstituição Policial

A polícia trabalha com 2 hipoteses:

Aos causadores de polêmica de plantão: apenas uma aplicação de humor negro sobre fatos tristes que a população brasileira tem enfrentado. Pois é muito fácil para todos ficarem chocados e dizer que isso não tem cabimento, agora, assistir programas de televisão que realmente exploram a desgraça das pessoas, todo mundo assisti e bate palma.

Agradecimento à Desciclopédia

Piadas

Porque a Isabella usava o linux?
Porque ela tinha medo de windows

Porque a Isabella não tinha internet?
Porque o pai dela cortou a rede

O que os irmãozinhos de Isabella pediram de aniversário?
Um apartamento no primeiro andar

O que é, O que é?
Entra pela porta e sai pela janela?

O que é, O que é?
Fura rede mas nao é peixe?

O que é, O que é?
Cai de pé e morre deitado?

Me chama de Isabella e me joga pela janela!
Masoquista sobre Isabella

Chuck Norris afirma que Isabella saltou depois de sua aparição no apartamento.

Darth Vader diz que isso ocorreu por conta da inexperiência de Isabella em usar a força.

Foi falta de pó mágico segundo Peter Pan

Já comi. - João Hélio sobre Isabella

Me superou! - Hitler sobre Isabella

Me superou!² - Santos Dumont sobre Isabella
Me superou!³ - Kurt Cobain sobre Isabella
Com essa idade nem eu voava! - Goku sobre Isabella
Se tivesse pedido, eu emprestava a Nuvem Dourada!

Conceito Visual

Imagens exclusivas

Edição especial do Windons Messenger:

Foto do treinamento de Isabella Nardoni para voo:

Teorias sobre a morte

1. Em uma tentativa desesperada de se tornar uma mutante normal, ela se jogou da janela de seu predio, porem, antes, armou tudo pra fuder com a vida da familia dela.
2. Ela nao tinha os mesmos poderes do Peter Petrelli, do seriado Heroes, e era noob e nao podia copiar poderes de outras pessoas que sabiam voar.
3. Isabella viu Joao Hélio, e em um ato mais afoito, quis chegar mais perto do chao. Pelo jeito conseguiu.
4. Um ninja invadiu a casa de seus clientes, matou a filha deles e no final sobrou tempo do homem tomar uma cervejinha antes de sair. E como ele é um ninja, não deixou provas de sua presença e, além disto, conseguiu deixar prováveis provas de que os Nardoni seriam os prováveis autores. (Tese defendida pelos advogados do casal Nardoni)
5. Isabella consumiu cogumelos alucinógenos após ver o filme do Peter Pan e acreditou que ele a havia convidado a voar com ele.
6. Ela tinha pacto com o Demonio, e quis trocar um procedê diretamente com o tinhoso.
7. Ela gostava de pular na grama
8. Ela queria ser a Sakura.
9. Ela tomou um REDBULL vencido.

Cenário Músical

Ciranda cirandinha vamos todos avuá vamos dar a meia volta e do sexto andar pular.
A rede que tu me deste era fraca e se rasgo, a grama que eu cai era dura e me mato!

Isabella Nardoni não queria respirar, tentava e tentava e não parava de respirar. A madrasta, sua amiga, foi ajudar, e por três minutinhos, ela ficou sem respirar (o que aconteceu?)

MERDAAAA, Isabella virou MERDAAAA! MERDAAAA, Isabella virou MERDAAAA!

Isabella Nardoni queria voar, tentava e tentava e não podia voar. O papai, seu amigo, tentou ajudar, e do sexto andar, fez ela pular! (oque aconteceeeeu?)

MORREU, Isabella MORREU! MORREU, Isabella MORREU! MORREU, Isabella se FU... DEU!

Reconstituição Policial

A polícia trabalha com 2 hipoteses:

ou também:

Aos causadores de polêmica de plantão: apenas uma aplicação de humor negro sobre fatos tristes que a população brasileira tem enfrentado. Pois é muito fácil para todos ficarem chocados e dizer que isso não tem cabimento, agora, assistir programas de televisão que realmente exploram a desgraça das pessoas, todo mundo assisti e bate palma.

I have forwarded the allegation to the owner team to investigate and act on.
It will likely be Monday before a response is received as they generally are not available over the weekends.

Thank you for the FYI.

Isabella

And to celebrate the launch of the iMix2, we will offer a complete women jewelry set absolutely FREE! One new piece of the Ti Amo set will be free each day this week and would remain FREE FOR ONLY 24 HOURS EACH! After that, they will only be available for sale in store. And it starts today with the earrings! More info and pictures below...

Quick overview of the major additions in the iMix2 menu:

• 121 new gemstone colors
• 121 new pearl colors
• All color parts are modifiable throughout the same set with one click! This saves you a lot of time!
• Kiss and hug integrated! Use the iMix2 menu to hug or kiss someone near you (No chat command required). And don't forget to switch the sound on.
• Best chat inscription features: With the privacy button, you can change if other avatars can "hear" the inscription too, or if it is only displayed to you. And as promised... a remove/reset inscription button!
• iMix2 menu can now be activated by left clicking on the attached jewel or by chat command.
• Lifetime free updates

Here are the first six styles with iMix2:

So, to celebrate the launch of the iMix2 we will offer a complete women jewelry set absolutely FREE! One new piece of the Ti Amo set will be free each day this week and would remain FREE FOR ONLY 24 HOURS EACH! After that, they will only be available for sale in store. And it starts today with the earrings! One new piece each day at 12 PM SLT... Grab them all and share the news with your friends!!

Tuesday - july 15: Ti Amo Earrings
Wednesday: Ti Amo Anklets
Thursday: Ti Amo Ring
Friday: Ti Amo Bracelets
Saturday: Ti Amo Piercing
Sunday: Ti Amo Necklace

Enjoy your visit and stay tune for more new release...

Antoine Burroughs
Burroughs Jewellery & Eyes

oh, and nolan is back as of last saturday night!

as a way to save money and be lazy, i took a day long bus journey to collect him from the grandparents in nh. fungwah bus to boston and then concord trailways to concord nh and then turn back around. grand total? $85. gas would have cost more than that! but even though i saved the money (and had the pleasure of chilling out with my kid for a couple of hours) we were both travel-rumpled and glazed over like donuts as we tumbled out into chinatown with four heavy bags. nolan kvetched about the smelly stench of chinatown's finest soft puddles and my back hurt from having to contort myself into the shape of a comma for 14 hours, so both of our moods were quite ... pinched.

the light at the end of the williamsburg bridge was a table full of friends and $14 mac & cheese (so NOT a joke, it really is that pricey) at dumont on bedford. patrick, bella and mike greeted us with open arms although they had to discreetly wipe the tam and nolan debris off of them afterwards when we werent looking

after that, the weekend kept rolling along. the next day (after a picnic in the park) patrick and i took bella and nolan to mccarren pool to watch matt & kim rip it up on stage with a green marching band. while the kids took to the slip-n-slide, patrick and i drank a couple of light beers, took photos and kept applying a 3" thick coating of sunscreen to our bodies.

wow. i couldn't think of a better way to spend sunday afternoon with the kids.

more photos under the cut!

Ê, tia coruja…

Check it out: that's a totally fruit and yogurt, no added sugar (or "turbanado"!) that she's noshing on:

Okay, moving on. This year, we went out to West Texas to visit my grandparents for 4th of July. You might think that the desert that is West Texas might not be the most desirable midsummer travel destination . . . and you'd be right. That place is hotter than all get out. Luckily(?), my grandmother puts their central air to work and you practically have to walk around the house in a snowsuit. Slight downside being the shock your body goes into when coming from say a dip in the pool in the sweltering heat to the subzero climate of the air conditioned house.

Our flight was Thursday morning. When printing our boarding passes, Mom and I discovered we were not seated together. We made a plan to try and switch seats during boarding so she could help me baby wrangle during the flight. This plan went out the window when, right as we stepped onto the plane, my mom's cell phone went off.

Listening to my mom's end of the conversation, I figured out that she was speaking to a yoga student at her Y who was apparently offended by something a teacher said, or was rumored to have said, or was reported to have said. I could not believe this was phone call worthy, nor could I believe the words "well, anyway, I just boarded a plane." were not falling out of my mom's mouth.

To my horror (tinged with slight relief that perhaps people didn't realize I'm with this woman spouting so passionately about Yoga), my mom clearly forgot all about playing musical chairs and took her seat behind me. A sweet little old Asian woman sat next to me and tickles Isabella's arm and I resign myself to my fate of handling high-energy the Tink solo for the flight.

15 (or 40, as it feels) minutes later, mom was still talking the frazzled yoga student off a ledge saying emphatically, "NO. One of the tenants of yoga is that it is NOT competitive! And all the teachers KNOW THAT. SHE. KNOWS. THAT." I was pretty certain all the passengers within earshot were longing to gauge their eyes out listening to this end of a ridiculous conversation littered with gems like: "When you enter a Yoga class, you are meant to leave EGO AT THE DOOR! So, I don't know WHY she would say that! THERE MUST be some confusion."

I'm not saying you shouldn't take your Yoga seriously . . . okay, well I am saying that a little. But this conversation went round and round until we started to accelerate for take-off and the flight attendant nearly slammed the phone shut herself. (I was surprised when this was not followed by a grateful round of applause.)

During this pre-flight purgatory, I perused the flight safety guide. I found the section pertaining to the prescribed plan of action regarding infants quite unsettling:

I mean, first of all, there's quite a gap between stages one and two. Secondly, I'm really unsure of my capacity to do that complicated sailing knot around the baby's legs as we plummet towards the ocean. (Would the little woman seated next to me be able to help with this, I wondered.) But most unsettling is the last picture of the baby floating alone in the ocean at night. HOR. I. FYING. (Dear Flight Safety Guide Design Team, thanks for the disturbing imagery you've placed in my head. PS. What happened to Mom? Couldn't she be floating next to baby? Gazing confidently at the helicoptors or rescue boat that just came into view? Much better.)

Fortunately, there wasn't much danger of a water landing traveling from Houston to Midland so I tried to put visions of lonely floating babies out of my mind. The trip went smoothly and quickly, and the woman seated next to me was more than patient when Isabella repeatedly tapped her, pulled at her book, and stole her peanuts.

We arrived in Midland and my Dad picked us up from the airport and drove us straight to a grocery store so we could stock up for the weekend. The place was a mob scene, but the Tink napped in the car while my Dad sat with her in the parking lot. Once we got to the house, the weekend of food preparation and food consumption- punctuated by some lying around in the pool time- began.

My cousin M. and her newish hubby N. just moved to Midland themselves and were in the middle of unpacking. They may be beginning to catch baby fever, so they were great with Tink the whole weekend. M.'s little lap dog Lucy delighted Tink to no end for hours, and was so small and gentle I didn't even worry about anyone getting hurt.

Now, one thing I must make clear. It is not always overly easy to relax on these family weekends. The whole weekend has a tendency to turn into an exhausting performance of "Best Family Gathering Ever!" I think the most trying aspect of this production is anticipating the random things that are going to grate upon my grandmother's nerves. My grandmother "Ree" is the very essence of poise and propriety. She can also be oddly particular about the strangest things.

For example, she has made it clear that she does not like that my father wishes the Tink to call him "Grandpa". She squinches her face up and shakes her head and says she doesn't like "pa". I can't imagine why she cares! She purrs with delight when we agree with her that "G.G." would be an appropriate 'great grandma name', but I can't help but balk at her suggestion of "G. Dad" for my grandfather's 'great granddad' name. I laugh innocuously when I comment that "G. Dad" sounds very 'rap gangsta' to me, but I don't think she's fooled.

She also really LOVES the nickname Tinka. Which I think is great because that's what I call her. . . but I also think it's not so great because she seems to love it primarily because it's NOT "Isabella". She kept trying to correct my cousin M. from calling the Tink "Isabella". M. just dismissed her saying a nickname has to feel right before you can use it. M. spent time growing up in my Ree's house, so she can get away with this behavior.

These are minor, random little snags. But they have a tendency to add up. I do my best to brush past them and focus on the fact that my grandparents and the rest of the family love spending this time seeing Isa. I try.

I had a minor breakdown when I couldn't track down a sippy cup. It was mid afternoon and I'd casually been on the lookout for the damn thing for about an hour. But gradually Isa got thirstier and I only packed so many outfits so I didn't want to keep letting her experiment with cup sans straw. I had casually asked my mom, "Have you seen Isa's cup?" No. Later. "Are you sure you didn't do something with the cup?" No.

Later: by now the casual wandering with my eyes opened had progressed into a desperate frenzied search. Finally, exasperated and embarassingly close to tears I snapped to my Mom: it was RIGHT THERE on the kitchen counter NEXT TO HER BLUE HAT. Guilt and shame crept across my mom's face. "Oh, that's right. I did put it away with my things..."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Another much more minor episode occurred the day before our flight home. After spending the better part of an hour wrestling the Tink into a swim diaper, slathering her entire epidermis with spf 60 for babies, and tying a hat around her protesting chin, I had finally been able to take her into my grandparents pool. Not five minutes later, my Dad (a.k.a. Captain Buzzkill) marches out and starts giving me the fifth degree about how much more time (in exact minutes, please) did I plan on roasting the baby out in the sun.

"I just got in." "She's covered in sun screen." "You are making me crazy." Nothing got through to him. He kept insisting her face had already turned red. I kept insisting she was wearing a pink hat and it was just casting a pink glow on her face. This then escalated by Dad going in to worry to his parents about the Tink's imminent sunburn, so then one at a time they came out to ask if I thought it was okay for her to be out. (Um. Yes. That's why I have her out here.) FYI, she barely even tanned- and she's half latina, so that should come easy. And please, I really take sun damage and skin care seriously, but does this look like anything but fun in the sun!?

Fortunately, despite all concerted efforts aimed against it, the weekend turned out pretty nice. My mom and I whipped up some yummy eats for everyone:

My new favorite cake: Raspberry Walnut Torte

and I was especially proud of our juevos rancheros

My mom also made some really amazing rolls. (And for some reason, I could not stop being amused when she would refer to the "Roll Dough". As in, first I need to make roll dough, then the roll dough will need to rise. I kept hearing "Roldo" and thinking how it sounded like the name of a hobbit or goblin in some fantasy literature. Anyway.)

In any case, a lot of good food was eaten. M. and N. were beyond awesome and took Isa out shopping for a birthday present, and M. even gave me a couple of books she'd enjoyed reading. The weekend wound down and we flew back to Houston - we arrived exhausted, but in once piece.

One other bit of random news: Isa has officially graduated to a "big girl" carseat. No more baby bucket for her! I'm especially proud of the carseat, because up until now, j. has picked out a lot of Tink's big purchases. He has really nice taste and always chooses something beautiful (her crib, her bedding, etc.), but this time, he just sent some money for the chair and I did the shopping around. Here's what I got: the Britax Marathon in "Olivia" (yes, spendy, but the mommy guilt prevented penny pinching- AND I found it for $30 cheaper than usual with free shipping.) Cute, no?

The flight itself wasn't that bad, it gave me the possibility to sober up after my stay in Madrid. I really tried to sleep as less as possible to minimize the influence of the Jet-lag.

Rio - Airport: 2 hours wait at the luggage pick-up... finally i was the last one waiting - without my luggage! Great start, i love Rio! After some really "interesting" meetings i learned that my bag is at the police control! What a luck!!! ;) At least it was not lost ;) After another hour there, checking my bag on eventual illegal contains I could leave the airport!

Thank you Flavia for your patience while waiting on me at the arrival door!

Ok, Flavia pickt me up at the airport. We went directly to her home (shower !!!! :) ) and then back to the city (well, Flavia also lives in the city), to a Laguna where more bars are located. And voila ;)

Flavias brother had his graduation party during my stay in Rio so i had to move to Isabella, my other friend of Nice. For the rest of my stay i give the speech to the pictures:

!!!Obrigado special a Isabella y Flavia!!!!

Eis algumas:

• Já viram o filme "Onze Homens e Um Segredo"? Na cena em que os onze estão em frente à fonte do Bellagio, após o roubo, uma canção instrumental toca a medida em que eles saem, um a um. E, apesar de ser uma grande fã desse filme, nunca procurei saber qual é o nome de tal música.
  Qual foi min ha surpresa ao ouvir a melodia familiar na Jukebox do everglow [as músicas encontram-se ao final da coluna da esquerda].
  Foi tão bom sentir que duas obras que eu adoro, uma no campo literário e outra no campo cinematográfico, têm a mesma referência.

• A Michelle, de BellaandEdward.com, gravou os nnomes dos personagens de "Twilight" para o Twilight Brasil, assim podemos saber a pronúncia correta. É divertido de ouvir, Michelle é muito simpática.
  ... pra que todo mundo saiba como, afinal, se pronuncia Carlisle
  http://twilightbrasil.com/pronuncia.php

• Há meninos que lêem "Twilight"! Sim, os representantes do sexo masculino são representados por Kaleb Nation, estadunidense que resolveu ler "Twilight" por conta própria para entender porque, ora bolas, TODAS as garotas se apaixonam por Edward Cullen. É bem divertido ver a mudança na percepção dele, a princípio cético e depois curioso para saber como a estória termina, como todos nós. O site é em inglês, mas não é uma linguagem difícil de entender.
  http://www.twilightguy.com/
  [se quiser acom panhar a saga desde o começo, clique aqui.]

• O turismo em Forks deve ter aumentado graças a "Twilight"! O site da cidadezinha mais chuvosa dos EUA tem até uma página especial para a "rota de Twilight" :)

• Há centenas de produtos da série à venda na internet. No site CafePress, se fizer uma busca com a palavra "Twilight", encontrará de tudo: camisetas, blusa, bolsas, almofadas, canecas ... até mesmo calcinhas e cuecas - agora porque alguém usaria uma cueca escrito "Team Edward" está além da minha compre ensão.
  Já fiz minha wishlist! Não se acanhe em me dar algum desses de presente...
  • caneca "Who Needs Heaven When You Could Have Edward"
  • camiseta "And The Lion Feels In Love With The Lamb"
  • sacola "You Are Exactly My Brand of Heroin"
  • camiseta "Of All The Things That Could Frighten You, You Worry About My Driving?"

  Mas o objeto de consumo mais desejado com certeza é o bracelete da Bella. Logo será lançado também o anel de noivado dela com o Edward.

Bom, agora chega ... vocês podem procurar muuitas coisas nos fansites dedicados à série. No site da Stephenie Meyer estão listados a maioria deles.

Beijos!
Cris

i did it! with the help of friends, new friends and hired help, we did it. all of my worldly possessions made it to brooklyn without a scratch last thursday night. i actually drove a 16' moving truck and scared patrick many, many, many times during the trip. mike drove my car behind us the entire time and witnessed three near misses with various automobiles that i wasn't aware of. oops.

fast forward to today - i have a new neighborhood, new five whole flights to walk up, new room, new roommate, new newness. it's amazing! this is way better than the noisy and expensive stinky east village neighborhood and much MUCH more stimulating than the sleepy and under-stimulating state of new hampshire.

what used to be a long distance relationship (between patrick and i) is now a ... relationship. i'm happy. patrick's happy. we're both still in awe that we're just around the corner from each other (seriously). it's very rare that this kind of situation works out, but it did with us. tonight, for example: bella, patrick and i met up on bedford ave after work and bought fixings for udon and watched the karate kid II on dvd. on a MONDAY night. we've never really experienced a relatively normal monday night like this together. almost all of our days spent together over the past 5 months have only been on fridays, saturdays and sundays. and even then it was rushed - time was always limited!

but there is something missing ...

nolan is in the care of grandma and grandpa while i settle us back in new york and now that i'm pretty much settled ... i am missing him terribly. for the past few nights since we parted, we've been updating each other over the phone about how each of us are doing. he's been swimming, fishing with grandpa and going to baseball games. nolan said he's having fun but he would rather be in our new apartment already and that friday night (when i get to pick him up) is just too far away.

to make him feel better, i told him over the phone last night that after he gets here, we will be checking out the breeders and matt & kim this sunday night at mccarren pool. he brightened and said he was "wicked excited" (a new england saying that i am determined to erase from his vocabulary). before we got off the phone he whispered, "i just went into the other room. grandma and grandpa can't hear me. i just wanted to tell you how much i miss and you and love you. also ... please don't tell them that i don't like their food. it all tastes wicked bad."

poor kid. it's time to come home!

"NUNCA PENSEI MUITO EM como morreria - embora nos últimos meses tivesse motivos suficientes para isso -, mas, mesmo que tivesse pensado, não teria imaginado que seria assim. (...) Sem dúvida era uma boa forma de morrer, no lugar de outra pessoa, de alguém que eu amava. Nobre, até. Isso devia contar para alguma coisa."

Isabella Swan chega à nublada e chuvosa cidadezinha de Forks - último lugar onde gostaria de viver. Tenta se adaptar à vida provinciana na qual aparentemente todos se conhecem, lidar com sua constrangedora falta de coordenação motora e se habituar a morar com um pai com quem nunca conviveu. Em seu destino está Edward Cullen.

Ele é lindo, perfeito, misterioso e, à primeira vista, hostil à presença de Bella - o que provoca nela uma inquietação desconcertante. Ela se apaixona. Ele, no melhor estilo "amor proibido", alerta: Sou um risco para você. Ela é uma garota incomum. Ele é um vampiro. Ela precisa aprender a controlar seu corpo quando ele a toca. Ele, a controlar sua sede pelo sangue dela.

O que Bella não percebe é que quanto mais se aproxima dele, maior é o perigo para si e para os que a cercam. E pode ser tarde demais para voltar atrás...

Combinando sensualidade e mistério, romance e fantasia, Stephenie Meyer produz uma trama de extraordinário suspense neste primeiro volume da série que marcou sua estréia literária. Tremendamente sedutor, Crepúsculo mantém seus leitores ligados até a última página.

* título: Crepúsculo / Twilight
* autora: Stephenie Meyer
* editora: Intrínseca

Em uma palavra: viciante.

Vocês devem ter visto neste post que em junho comprei três livros: "Crepúsculo", "Marley & Eu" e "A Rainha da Fofoca".

Pensei em ler "A Rainha da Fofoca" primeiro, mas a Renatha enviou um comentário sugerindo que começasse por "Crepúsculo". Aceitei a proposta e comecei a ler a obra de Stephenie Meyer sexta-feira, dia 04/jul, pela manhã.

Terminei-o no mesmo dia, apesar de ter 390 páginas. E isso não aconteceu porque leio rápido demais: a trama bem escrita e cativante torna impossível largá-lo antes da última página.
Sabe aqueles exertos de críticas de jornal/revista que os editores colocam nas capas dos livros para deixá-los mais atraentes? Em "Crepúsculo" há vários, mas o que melhor explica o que sentimos enquanto estamos lendo é esta:

E não pensem que sou exagerada, não! Vocês verão isso quando lerem sobre Edward Cullen ;D

Duvido que não se apaixonem por ele!
Bella foi apenas a primeira de muitas a cairem na teia do sedutor vampiro, apesar de todo o perigo que isso representa. O que fica mais claro a medida que a história continua.
Mas é como dizem.. às vezes é melhor ter apenas um momento de suprema felicidade do que uma vida inteira de monotonia. Basta escolher...

No final do livro, a editora Intrínseca colocou o prefácio e o primeiro capítulo da continuação de "Crepúsculo", intitulada "Lua Nova" [original "New Moon"].
Não vejo a hora do lançamento de "Lua Nova" no Brasil! Está marcado para o dia 03 de outubro - veja a contagem regressiva no site da Intrínseca.
Há versões em inglês, espanhol, francês e português de Portugal na Livraria Cultura.

O filme de "Crepúsculo" já está sendo filmado e estréia dia 12 de outubro nos cinemas estadunidenses.

O ator escolhido para ser o Edward é Robert Pattinson - o Cedrico Diggory de "Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo", e a atriz que fará Bella é Kristen Stewart - de "O Quarto do Pânico".

O teaser-trailer está disponível:

Tem várias informações nos sites TwilightTeam.com.br e no TwilightBrasil.com

Beijos, Cristine.

Day 176, 6/25

Detail of a bridge in Woonsocket.

Day 177, 6/26

I got a raindrop!

Day 178, 6/27

Went to the beach with Damien.

Day 179, 6/28

Sign in the window of my favourite Thai restaurant.

Day 180, 6/29

This vacuum is Isabella approved.

Day 181, 6/30

My wedding bouquet.

Day 182, 7/01

A really hot day.

Day 183, 7/02

A sign of summer in Rhode Island. 

Half way point.

Day 184, 7/03

Went to the beach with Damien and one of his friends.  I got a bad sunburn despite putting a sunscreen of 50 on.

Day 185, 7/04

Happy 4th of July!!

It turns out that our sweet Isabella is a fraidy-cat. :(

Bless her heart.

Thank goodness Firecracker Day only comes once a year.

If asked right now which boy will die a drunkard, you would likely choose Tode Mall.  It is the most logical choice.  His father is a drunkard, and, therefore, Tode Mall would be exposed to drink at a very early age.  However each of these boys are exposed to alcohol, simply in different ways.  Pliny's father has made his money from the sale of alcohol.  Ben's father runs a grocery store, with a little alcohol in a backroom.  Tode Mall's father kept a rum-hole, a shabby drinking house.  So you see, each father is involved with the sale of this intoxicating liquid.

Soon after the story begins, Tode Mall is thrown out of the house, if you can call a single, cold room a house, by his father.  Getting on a train, Tode follows Pliny's father, Mr. Hastings to New York and back.  Soon thereafter, Mr. Hastings hires Tode to be a serving boy at a hotel that he owns.  While he is working at the hotel, Tode Mall finds a part of the Bible.  Constantly, Tode tries to understand what it means.  Soon after he starts reading the Bible, Tode decides that he should not serve liquor to the customers, so he has to leave the hotel. 

Once again one his own, Tode decides to start a food stand.  While Tode is operating his food stand,  an motherly woman takes him under her wing and teaches Tode about God.  Tode Mall begins to attend church regularly.  After a while, Tode is hired by Mr. Stephens as a confidential clerk.  Tode continues to rise in influence, and soon becomes a very well-respected young man.

Now what have the others, Pliny and Ben, done during this time.  While Tode was rising, Pliny and Ben were falling.  Both are good friends, and they often spend the evening together, drinking!  Sadly, both Pliny and Ben have succumbed to drink.  All to commonly, Pliny will spend the day in bed with a headache brought on by too much drinking, only to drink again this night!  However, Tode hasgotten to know Pliny and is working, albeit unsuccessfully, to save Pliny from alcohol.  The crisis comes one night when, riding home from a drunken party, Pliny and Ben crash in their carriage.  Both are badly injured.

Before the day is over, Ben Phillips is dead.  Pliny is near death, but, through careful care and thoughtful prayer, he lives.  Amazingly, even after this frightening accident, Pliny still drinks.  Not as much, but he has not completely controlled his appetite for the destructive liquid.  Eventually, thanks to the Lord's blessing and the thoughtful love and care of his friends,  Pliny Hastings does completely reform. 

As the story ends, Tode Mall, now called Theodore Mallory, is married and a partner in a large and successful business.  Pliny Hastings is also married and free from drink.  This book shows the destructiveness of alcohol; Ben Phillips was destroyed by it; Pliny Hastings barely escaped.  Three People also illustrates the importance of hard work.  Tode Mall went from gutter to a well-to-do business man through God's blessing and hard work.  I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good story.

Categoria criada ainda esse ano, e por ser inovadora e fácil de julgar será disputada ainda esse ano.
Se divide em 2 grandes categorias:
Com barreiras:

(Demonstração de jogo acima!)
E sem barreiras também!

(Crianças na janela sem saber o que as espera [caralho, até rimou!])
Mas qual é o objetivo? Você deve estar se perguntando! É simples!
Jogar seu filho o mais longe, sem que ele seja danificado! Ao final do lançamento, juízes conferem a quantidade de fraturas e escoriações. Ganha a melhor relação distancia versus danos!

Conheça os atuais campeões nas duas categorias (com e sem barreiras):

Tatiane Damiane, de 41 anos - Categoria Sem Barreiras!

Alexandre Nardoni e Ana Carolina Jatobá - Categoria dupla unissex com barreiras!

Hey! Esse fanfarrão do Michael Jackson não é um competidor oficial, ele estava se preparando pro arremesso quando o arbitro o advertiu que era pra arremessar, não deixar cair!

E a categoria SE MATA pras Olimpiadas é:
Satan espetando a bunda dos pais!

http://www.pictogame.com/en/play/game/ZODe8SPQUfqT_devil-kick (TATIANE)
http://www.pictogame.com/en/play/game/zUjSVn6rE80V_chute-a-bunda-dos-pais-2  (Alexandre Nardoni)

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Poor Bella. Elizabeth and Drake took her for a walk this afternoon. A man was walking his two dogs. They jumped poor Bells.

Bella's first beach trip.  She LOVED the sand.  More pics to come...

She had just woken up from a nap and for some reason found ANYTHING uproariously funny. I don't know what was going on right at the end of the video where she almost starts to cry and then goes back to laughing. Little bit odd.

My phone is broken. My crunchy and materialistic sides are at odds over this issue. My crunchy side says "to hell with it, who needs it anyway, good riddance!" My materialistic side says "you will not survive long without a phone. Your life is over. I only hope you can hold out until mid-July and replace it with the new iPhone."

What can I say? As much as I love all things crunchy and dirty hippiesque, I am a whore for Apple technology. I realize, from a practical point of view, I do not need an iPhone. But, it's so pretty, and shiny, and does cool tricks! (Such as respond when one punches in numbers 4, 5, and 6 unlike my now-tragic device.)

The non-functioning phone caused some minor drama yesterday. J. called hoping to video-chat with Isabella. She was down for a nap, but due to wake up within the hour. No problem. Just text him when she wakes up.

The Tink woke up, but when I went to text j., the middle line of my number pad was unresponsive. You'd be surprised how IMPOSSIBLE it is to make even a single useful word out of the top and bottom rows- believe me I tried. To make matters worse, the delete/back key was also out of commission, so each attempt had zero room for error.

Anyway. Tried to call j., but got the voicemail. Which he doesn't check. Anyway. Minor irritation ensues because this will potentially be the fourth failed attempt for he and Isabella to chat this week.

On a whim I logged onto iChat. He is on and immediately opens up video chat. (Why do I have SUCH a hard time maintaining a unified tense through a narrative. Present or Past: pick one! Never!)

I hold up Isabella to the laptop so he can see her and she can see him. He asks how she is doing, does she need anything. He talks about wanting to come see her. Isabella is fascinated by this television speaking directly to her, saying her name, responding when she blows kisses.

At some point I may try to take a picture of Isabella video-chatting with her dad. It's kind of weird, but it's also the only way she has really interacted with him. (Not counting the week he was here when she was born.) She can "talk" on the phone, I can show her pictures, but this feels a little closer to actually "connecting". I'd like to have some record of that.

There's a fellow in our town - Ayr (Ayr dutchy) who's been multi-accounting and bragging about it in the taverns.

His most used account is Weinerschnitzel
He recently logged in as JimmieJohnson,
and, as Stevesix.
He's also mentioned an IG friend named Rachael or something, but we suspect that may be another account of his as well.

Other Ayr citizens, like Litherstorm, Wandress, Drake_roanoake, and Allorardagon can vouch for these charges.

An investigation would be appreciated.