mojonote!
Among the list of unfortunate names occasionally published in Microsiervos insurance this is the king of all.
Mojonote (read as "moyo" nout ") is a web 2.0 tool that lets you organize your activities (something like a book). In short, an All-List but on the Internet.
I have not put out such impressive features that provide this amazing and innovative tool (Well, not innovative ta), but if something is probably not going to be very popular among English-speaking people. Hilarious
are the system messages:
- Mojonote is a simple, easy-to-Use Program That Helps You Get Organized.
-Congratulations! You've successfully created your account
Mojonote, now you're ready to sign in. Welcome to
Mojonote !
In short, you need an agenda because you are a mojonote that you forget everything. (Sly, I get it ...)
Please believe me Get into www.mojonote.com
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Implantation Bleeding & Little Bits Of Tissue
Oh! even aware that the economy is not the best of all (as my friend was telling blogo last night, not by a backpack silver), and in relation to the response of the Phantom ... to my previous post this morning just to see who will be my desktop toys next year:




Led by Jail Break Toys These beautiful miniatures of important characters in the world (Except, the truth be told, Che Guevara, that the only pod that did was shoot people and selling shirts with his face Birdbrain). Even if you put Lenin and Mao did not see why not put to Stalin and Hitler himself (after all, despite be a genocidal shit, it's not like Lenin and Mao are saints).
My wish list would be more or less this:
Gandhi, Poe (Poe's face! Me par with laughter!), Picasso, Einstein, Beethoven, Dali, Freud, Picasso, Van Gogh and Shakespeare.
combos are sold to 19.99, and individual green 5.99. Seen
JailBreakToys
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Great Costumes With Crutches
Post Eschatological
Warning: If you do not know which is eschatological, or at least if you know
means and do not like the idea, then do not read the rest of the post.
When working in an office 4 boys in the prime of life
many things happen. Some more interesting than others. For example the fact that
with an age range of 24 to 28 years, yet we behave like we're
in kindergarten. Take for example my own desktop: There
2 buildable Gundam robots, Star Wars action figures and even a Mr. Potato Head dressed as Darth Vader (although he calls himself Darth Tater). In short
my desk is more like a desk Toyland than a desktop of a computer engineer (Damn, I dropped the writ. My dad bought me the toys in Toyland Child Jesus). Although on second thought I believe that part is more common than it seems. Another interesting case
transcends the bathroom. But just as one enters the
bath after another of his colleagues use:
As much as you use the Glade Touch (forgive the wedge), and the bathroom is flooded with its fragrant aromas of meadow flowers, a little voice in your brain tells you "something is wrong." It is as if some Pavlovian conditioning are taught that "definitely not right" and how well you smell, there is something hidden, an evil presence, an aura nauseating.
All this reminds me Cypher when he spoke with Smith about the details of the plan to betray the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar: "When I eat this steak, you'll be telling my brain that knows steak." But it is true, is an illusion. This amounts to saying that office bathroom smells good.
The result is that now I can not smell any bathroom environment without me look suspicious. My life is horrible
Warning: If you do not know which is eschatological, or at least if you know
means and do not like the idea, then do not read the rest of the post.
When working in an office 4 boys in the prime of life
many things happen. Some more interesting than others. For example the fact that
with an age range of 24 to 28 years, yet we behave like we're
in kindergarten. Take for example my own desktop: There
2 buildable Gundam robots, Star Wars action figures and even a Mr. Potato Head dressed as Darth Vader (although he calls himself Darth Tater). In short
my desk is more like a desk Toyland than a desktop of a computer engineer (Damn, I dropped the writ. My dad bought me the toys in Toyland Child Jesus). Although on second thought I believe that part is more common than it seems. Another interesting case
transcends the bathroom. But just as one enters the
bath after another of his colleagues use:
As much as you use the Glade Touch (forgive the wedge), and the bathroom is flooded with its fragrant aromas of meadow flowers, a little voice in your brain tells you "something is wrong." It is as if some Pavlovian conditioning are taught that "definitely not right" and how well you smell, there is something hidden, an evil presence, an aura nauseating.
All this reminds me Cypher when he spoke with Smith about the details of the plan to betray the crew of the Nebuchadnezzar: "When I eat this steak, you'll be telling my brain that knows steak." But it is true, is an illusion. This amounts to saying that office bathroom smells good.
The result is that now I can not smell any bathroom environment without me look suspicious. My life is horrible
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