- Acordo tarde, chego atrasado.
- Volta ao trabalho, fim das férias.
- Meu projeto foi cancelado. Aliás, todos os projetos do meu departamento...
- Obviamente um bug cretino, que só aparece no Windows 2000, dá o ar de sua graça e eu estou sem a menor idéia do que pode estar acontecendo!
- Lógico que o maldito bug precisa ser consertado ontem, já que estou trocando de projeto...
- Meu webmail tá bloqueado (opa!! será??? o_O)
- Não vou pagar as contas atrasadas porque o NetBancking saiu do ar!!!
- UPDATE: Comi besteira, tive uma noite de rei e não consegui ir trabalhar no dia seguinte... :-D
A única boa notícia é que definitivamente hoje eu não vou levar um par de chifres (porque provavelmente é uma das poucas coisas que faltaria acontecer hoje!!). :-D
Bom, o jeito é filosofar. Já que tirei o dia para dançar... :-P
Dance, Monkeys, Danceby Ernest Cline
There're billions of galaxies in observable Universe
And each of them contains hundreds of billion of stars.
In one of these galaxies,
Orbiting one of these stars,
Lies a little blue planet.
And this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys.
Now, the monkeys don't think of themselves as monkeys.
They don't even think of themselves as animals
In fact, they love to list all the things
that they think separate them from the animals:
Opposable thumbs, self awareness ...
They'll use words like
Homo Erectus and Australopithecus.
You say Toe-mate-o,
I say Toe-motto.
They're animals all right.
Monkeys with high-speed digital fiber optic technology,
but monkeys nevertheless.
I mean, they're clever.
You've got to give them that.
The Pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets,
the Great Wall of China.
That's some pretty impressive shit ...
for a bunch of monkeys.
Monkeys whose brains have evolved
to such an unmanageable size
that it's now pretty much impossible
for them stay happy for any length of time
In fact, they're the only animals
that think they're supposed to be happy.
All of the other animals can just be.
But it's not that simple for the monkeys.
You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness
and so the monkeys are afraid.
So the monkeys worry.
The monkeys worry about everything,
but mostly about what all the other monkeys think.
Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in
with the other monkeys.
Which is pretty hard to do,
because a lot of the monkeys seem to hate each other.
This is what really separates them from the other animals.
These monkeys hate.
They hate monkeys that are different.
Monkeys from different places,
monkeys who are a different color ...
You see, the monkeys feel alone.
All six billion of them.
Some of the monkeys pay another monkey
to listen to their problems.
The monkeys want answers
and the monkeys know they're going to die.
So the monkeys make up gods
and then they worship them.
Then the monkeys start to argue
over whose made-up god is better.
Then the monkeys get really pissed off
and this is usually when the monkeys decide
that it's a good time to start killing each other.
So the monkeys wage war.
The monkeys make hydrogen bombs.
The monkeys got their whole planet
wired up to explode.
The monkeys just can't help it.
Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd . . .
of other monkeys.
The monkeys make trophies
and then they give them to each other.
Like it means something.
Some of the monkeys think
that they have it all figured out.
Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche
The monkeys argue about Nietzsche
without giving any consideration to the fact
that Nietzsche was just another monkey.
The monkeys make plans.
The monkeys fall in love.
The monkeys have sex
and then they make more monkeys.
The monkeys make music
and then the monkeys DANCE
Dance, monkeys, dance.
The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise.
The monkeys have so much potential.
If they only apply it to themselves...
The monkeys shave the hair off their bodies
In blatant denial of their true monkey nature
The monkeys build giant monkey hives
That they call cities.
The monkeys draws a lot of imaginary lines
In the dirt.
The monkeys are running out of oil
Which is what fuels their precarious civilization.
The monkeys are polluting and rapping their planet
Like there's no tomorrow...
The monkeys like to pretend
That everything is just fine!!
Some of the monkeys actually believe
That the entire Universe was created to their benefit.
As you can see...
These are some messed up monkeys!!
These monkeys are at once the ugliest
and most beautiful creatures on the planet.
And the monkeys don't want to be monkeys.
They want to be something else.
But they're not.
Ma che cazzo! Como tinha erro neste texto! Preciso voltar pras aulinhas de inglês! :-P