Friday, July 30, 2010

How To Patch Msx Roms

Mad Mad King


A powerful sorcerer, with the intent to destroy a kingdom, to a magic potion in the well where they drank all the subjects. Anyone who touched that water would become crazy.
The next morning, the entire population went to the well to drink. Everyone went wild, except the king, who had a private well for himself and his family, to which the wizard failed to arrive. Worried, the king attempted to exercise its authority over the population, enacting a series of security laws and public health. The policemen and inspectors, who drank the poisoned water, they found absurd the real decisions and decided not to follow them. When the inhabitants of the kingdom
learned the text of the decisions, were convinced that the king had gone mad, and therefore ordered things meaningless. Screaming, they went to the castle, demanding the abdication. Desperate
the king declared himself ready to leave the throne, but the queen stopped him and suggested: "Let's go and drink that water source. In this way, we will be equal to them." And so they did: the king and the queen drank the water from the madness and immediately began to say things without meaning. Meanwhile, subjects repented: now that the king showed much wisdom, why not allow him to continue to govern?
The calm reigned again in the country, although its inhabitants behaved in a completely different way from their neighbors. And so the king could govern until the end of his days.


Paulo Coelho, Veronika Decides to Die

Thursday, June 17, 2010

How Do I Get My License Renewed

Hangman

If intelligent people can be cruel, they are fools to a monstrous level.

[...] There is another question I want to ask the peaceful and respectable members of society, whose soul has never touched the flames Hell, why open the door before the trapdoor beneath his feet, the offender goes down a black hood on his head? Do not forget, I pray, that soon will do the same to me, therefore I am entitled to ask. It will not, my dear respectable fellow citizens, that these dogs from the gallows, gallows these your dogs are afraid of seeing the faces of victims the signs of the horror of that terrible stain on your behalf, at our office and yours?
And do not forget that this is not the question I ask myself in 1200 before or after Christ, and not at the same time of Jesus this question I express today, in 1913, the year that I'll be hanged, and turn to you, you should be followers of Christ, and your executioners, that I downloaded from this prison and I hid her face under a black cloth that will not have the courage to face the horror they inflict on me while still breathing.

[...] idiot! As if the crude gimmick of a gallows and a rope could choke my immortal existence! On this beautiful land I will continue to move my feet, yes, and I'll do it thousands of times in the full integrity of my body, a leader and as a farmer, and as wise as illiterate, now seated at the top, now groaning under the wheel.


Jack London, The tramp of the stars

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Reset Eminent Suitcase

the 'arity and umirtà

I wanted to write so many 'ose .... but risk' NDA holes ....
and because "tomorrow" Easter is April 4, 2010 I have to hold ....

who so wished 'doth hear and' doth hear ...!!!

................................................ ....................................
Love one another as brothers .... I loved Vol
...... Even
You are my brother ... well you're just like me, no matter six six red, yellow or black if you have the same ... my hands ... you're a guy like me ....

These were songs that 'antava' questioned us years ago '... And after so many years are still current enough to have .....



The 'arity el'umirtà


‘ste Virtu’ paien finite ner dimentïatoio,

‘r sopruso e l’arroganza han preso ‘r sopravvènto;

e come olio ‘he sòrte senza mesura dar frantoio,

fan trabocca’ la tanïa dell’odio e mi sgomento.

Anco se hai torto marcio, vòi ave’ sempre ragione,

e parlo a tutti ‘ presenti, anch’io ‘ompreso.

La ‘orpa gliè sempre di ‘uell’artri a paragone,

soprattutto se ner mucchio trovi uno più debole, ‘ndifeso!

Eppure ‘risto l’ha predïato e poi ner Vangelo have one ditto:

loves 'r thy neighbor' ome yourself!

But you only care about 'you r' 'nteresse and' r tu 'profits, and pro

ttuo, all daughters and both admitted granted.

thou hast never Penzano 'he thou hast had a Buo' sager?

Pote'i they 'face heart full of flies, undernourished heart baby belly;

and if you survived, then' Apita 'n give a barge slammed sea, land and lookouts

' and taken from crandestino give Tigga 'n television .

Now, 'magine for them' you one of 'uelli there:' ... straommunitario

co tu 'poer moldy rags' n a bag 'he ccontiene' r you burden;

Watched 'on quell'occhioni scattered, search' ll'aiuto humanitarian

Poer Christ ... 'he once told you ... daughters' r you' brother!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Letter To Hr Generalist

Ghiàvolo Er, ll' and A'gnolo ll'Acquasanta

These verses, I knocked out in ten minutes .....
I was at home with a little 'season of pain (' the infruenza ....) quer afternoon and was randomly 'r priest (Don Giampaolo ..) to bless the' asa and family.
course, not just a simple "Schizzettino" dell'aspersorio Lava 'sins and dell'A'gnolo .....




Ghiàvolo Er, and ll'Àgnolo ll'Acquasanta


the Omo, history speaks, seems to be down to give surprise Adam

and Eve, the woman, 'na on' 'òstola shaped.


Then, a snag, such a result morza apple branch, and from that inauspicious day

peace 'was a PPIU there.


Dé, we're good partners poo paradise!

But who has ffatto is 'da' ar rrètta bifurcate ?


C'avevi of ugni 'dares no need to open the' windows

but you had to ll'invidia pe 'ffòrza clog' ll'ombuto!


How ppòi sees', the common mortal, the story 'a has changed the way

gl'è less than straight, dark and always serves bbuia


and anch'ammé,' ow tte laws that, in sort 'bega m'è is touched!

'por do you know'? Nothing! Bears' need ... and hallelujah!


accidèrba And it takes a tbsp zzampino always! Yes, Ghiàvolo ar!

Giampà Come ... Don, you go to dda 'blessing coll'Acquasanta!


Mah ... quer brush 'on ttre dark for' sins and dell?? We wished but

lla der machine copper! Sa ... cen'è splash so much!