She went out for milk and came home $15 million richer. Overnight, they had private jets, expensive trips...then what? What you need to know if a windfall comes your way.

Coming soon is a huge revamp and rebranding.

Step 1.
1. Download the free and best CCleaner (crap cleaner) from ccleaner.com
2.Run CCleaner
3. Clean registry using CCleaner

Step 2.
1. Download HijackThis from trendmicro.com
2. Run the program, Do a system scan and save a log, check everything off, and press Fix Checked

Step 3.
1.Download AusLogics DiskDeFrag from auslogics.com
2. Run DiskDeFrag on a harddrive. Wait Until Done.

Step 4.
Reboot your PC and you win the race!

***EXTRAS***
under Internet Explorer, Mozilla, safari, etc
Go to: c:\windows\temp
and delete EVERYTHING in that folder and then clear the recycle bin (some items may be in use)

Go to start, control panel, Internet options, clear cache, history, SSL state, cookies, etc

It has tons of titles to play, and is quite addicting. I'd recommend it to any old school Nintendo fan who wishes to enjoy popular titles from their computer.

Obviously, the controls are very simple. Ctrl, x, z, and Enter.

I originally found the link through a Newground's member's signature, although I can't remember which one.  (Sorry! XD)

Now, I'm left wondering how anyone could possibly accomplish such a task, and if they've ever gotten sued. Don't get me wrong- they list the full title, the release date, and the publisher. But you know how some people are.

I'm not sure, but it sure is cool :D

Any way, you can check it out here. Enjoy.

1. Quel coéquipier aurait besoin d'une nouvelle garde-robe:

Steve Bégin: J'aurais dit Mathieu Dandenault mais y l'a refaite l'an passée..

Mathieu Dandenault: Guillaume Latendresse

Kyle Chipchura: Carey Price

Carey Price: D'Agostini

Mark Streit: Je pense a Pleky mon cooéquipier de chambre

Christobal Huet: Thomas Pleckanec

Françis Bouillon: Alex Kovalev

Alex Kovalev: Garth Murray

Tom Kostopoulus: Les Russes de l'équipe en général

Saku Koivu: Chris Higgins, très ennuyante cravate

Chris Higgins: Le choix populaire Garth Murray, pas nécessairement pour ces vêtments mais pour ses cheveux

Josh Gorges: Garth Murray

Mike Komisarek: Probablement Garth, il doit faire quelque chose avec ses cheveux mais, il a eu beau style

Michael Ryder: J'espère qu'il ne sera pas fâché mais Garth Murray

Garth  Murray: Tous le monde me nomme ce qui n'est pas cool mais je suis dans le groupe donc...

2. Quelle odeur préfrère-tu et laquelle détestes-tu?

Mike Komisarek: Des fois dans le vestiaire ça ne sens pas très bon à cause de l'équipement et mon odeur favorite est une bonne cuisine faite maison.

Chris Higgins: Mon odeur favorite est le poulet de ma mère

Saku Koivu: La moins bonne odeur est lorsque je dois changer la couche de mon garçon

Guillaume Latendresse: J'aime beaucoup l'odeur de vanille et j'aimes pas l'odeur de... la cannelle

Josh Gorges: La poubelle doit être celle que j'aime le moins et mon odeur est favorite est je ne sais pas, la vanille...

Mathieu Dandenault: L'odeur de la campagne j'aime bien ça

Carey Price: Mon odeur favorite est ma maison et l'odeur que j'aime le moins est.. les poubelles

Patrice Brisebois: Celle que j'aime c'est le parfum de ma femme et le moins c'est faire cuire du poisson

Cristobal Huet: Bah c'est peut-être le même l'équiement de hockey je l'aime bien mais je le déteste aussi

Tom Kostopoulus: Mon odeur favorite est la victoire et l'odeur que j'aime le moins c'est lorsque je perds.

J'ajouterais les autres très bientôt.. Si vous avez des idées d'articles dites le moi dans les commentaires. Je prépare un nouveau desigh ce qui explique le fond vert.

Un Get To Know Your Habs: Les odeurs

With today's technology allowing just about anyone to record and release music from the comfort of home, you'd think much of what is released would be amateurish to just plain awful. It's not true. I receive a lot of CD releases in the mail. Most have not been requested by me and almost all come from independent artists who are not particularly famous away from home. I've been writing music reviews since the Sixties, and online now for a dozen years. I'm constantly surprised, and very pleasantly, when I open a new release and start listening. In general, the quality of these releases is as good as anything released in earlier years, and some of it is among the best I've heard. This brings us to Perry Conticchio's Speak Your Truth.

Eight of the twelve songs here were composed by Conticchio, and the remaining four are arranged by him. Jazz composition, and to some degree arrangement of jazz works, requires very special skills. Based on this suite of songs, Conticchio has honed his skills well and is a consummate master of his form. Performed by six musicians at the top of their form, these songs are fully rounded and seamless, flowing across the listener with gentle dexterity. The effect is not of a dozen single songs played in isolation but of a full, rich jazz suite that includes all of these songs in just the right sequence.

While saxman Conticchio takes the lead in many of the songs, he also gives his colleagues plenty of room to strut their stuff. The combo at the core of this music is tight and refined with excellent, well-balanced performances by Conticchio on tenor and soprano sax, Rodney Richardson on guitar, Andrew Elliot Cox on acoustic bass, and Lawrence "bubbles" Dean on drums. Joseph Brotherton plays trumpet on two songs and Wayne Wilentz plays piano on two others. The trumpet and piano blend organically into the mix, never sounding extra or added-in. All of this is a tribute to both Conticchio's skill as an arranger and the talents of the musicians with whom he works.

While it never sounds dated in any way, this music does have an old feel. I'm reminded of the jazz I was buying on albums during the Sixties and early-Seventies. Although the sound of the songs is unified and the set holds together very well, Conticchio seems to have pulled in elements from a number of the jazz variations of mid-century and made musical allusions to several more, creating his own brand of subtle fusion. It's in his particular blend of styles that this music sounds fresh and new.

Besides Conticchio's refined sax sound, this release features exceptional playing and outstanding moments featuring the other musicians. There are some impressive solos on bass and drums, cool piano bits, very Wes Montgomery sounding guitar, trumpet that at times takes me back to Bobby Hackett, and much more. Because of these many high points, this music welcomes the close listener who has a taste for excellence in jazz performance. At the same time, this is quiet club-jazz well suited to become background for a quiet meal and conversation or to be played at home while cuddling in front of the fireplace.

While I enjoy listening to this set, I keep thinking how much more enjoyable it would be to walk into a club somewhere and discover Perry Conticchio and the boys on stage. It would be a pleasure to watch such a masterful group of musicians at work. If you can't make it to a live performance, then this CD is the next best thing.

If you want to learn more about saxman Perry Conticchio, go to PerryConticchio.com. If you go to the Speak Your Truth page, you can hear samples of four of the songs on this release.

Support this independent roots music CD reviews blog.

Die Sonne scheint erfolgreich seit mehreren Wahlperioden und für umsonst.

Es gibt kein Endlager, so wie es keine Endlösung und keinen Endsieg gibt!

Oh yay, it's raining. Damn, why did I open my balcony window, now my room's wet. I love rain. Rain is beautiful. Dark, windy, gloomy and wet. It's just so fucking beautiful, I could sit here and stare out of the window at the rain and the world passing by all day long.

Sigh, I got so much I want to say, so many insecurities, so many doubts, so many fears, but at the same time so much hope and love for you as well. I just don't know how to put my feelings into words. Sigh.. It tears me apart inside.

I've put the past behind me. It's just the present and you now, and I'm just hanging by a moment here with you. The future is blurry and uncertain, I'm so damn scared of it, yet I'm also looking foward to it. Cuz I've got fear, but I've got hope as well. Why do they always come in twos? Haha. Sighhh.

It's raining heavier than ever now.

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me
It's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language that you can't read - just yet
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart

There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass
And I long for this mirrored perspective, when we'll be lovers, lovers at last
You gotta spend some time--love, you gotta spend some time with me
And I know that you'll find--love, I will possess your heart

Haha I don't mean this song in a vietnamese stalker-ish way. I mean it in a spe shuhhh way, spe shuhhh girl. Love (:

Listening to this song is as good as watching two girls fight.

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I went to see the movie, essentially because I had to. I was pretty much forced to go by family and friends, and obviously I’ve stopped talking to all relatives and acquaintances because of it.

I was forced to sit through an eternity of inanity. While my physical body sat in the movie house for little over two hours. My mental state withered and died a thousand deaths, and lived for a thousand eternities. Each and every second was elongated, into a timeless vacuum, a vacuum of dire, tired, meaningless condescension.

I’d never contemplated suicide before I watched this movie, but as I sat, bored shitless, cringing at every one liner and each forced monotonous grunt from Harrison Ford I started wondering,

“Would it be possible to drive this straw through the arteries in my neck? Could I somehow strangle myself with my own tie? Maybe, if I eat enough Minstrels, and sweet candy treats, I’ll die from a cardiac arrest…”

Alas, it was not possible to drive the straw into the arteries in my neck, I tried, a lot.

And each and every time I tried to strangle myself with my tie I found only that when I passed out, my grip loosened, much like the skin on Mr. Fords withered face, and I was welcomed to the realms of hell 5 minutes later by Harrison Ford’s visual battle with arthritis.

Watching Indiana Jones IV, is like watching a sky diver jumping out of a plane, without a parachute, landing flat on his face… Before the plane even takes off.

I think I would have found more enjoyment in watching my parents have sex than I found in watching this movie…

In fact, I’m so confident in this fact, that right now, I will rate Indiana Jones VI 2/10, whilst I will rate watching your parents having sex a nice round 9/10.

Don’t trust me? Watch your parents having sex, then watch Indiana Jones, come back and tell me, which sucked more?

“What was so wrong with the movie?” You ask, in a weary tone, as if tired of hearing people like me, who are never satisfied.

Well there was a lot wrong with this movie, here’s a list.

1. Harrison Ford.

Harrison Ford is the biggest problem this movie suffers from. He’s like a cancerous, scabby, puss satchel, growing just behind your ball sack. You want to get rid of it, you want to scratch it, but you know it’ll burst all over your balls if you do, so you’re stuck. In an endless indecisive battle with your own will. Until you eventually convince yourself, “it’s not that bad.” Having Harrison Ford in this movie, is as bad as having a cancerous, scabby, puss satchel growing behind your balls.

The man seems so dead inside, like he’s given up on acting, in every seen you get the distinct feeling that Harrison Ford doesn’t want to be there, he doesn’t want to be acting. Every line he delivers sounds so weak and forced that the only comparison I can make is the squeak of minor, feigned “joy,” a woman gives, when a man with a 2 inch penis is penetrating her. That’s how much strength Mr. Ford delivers his lines with in this movie. The strength of a bored, dry, unsatisfied, woman with a 2 inch penis inside her vagina.

At first I thought, “it’s just because he’s old, he was great in all the old ones.” It took me a while to realise this, but that thought, was nothing more than my inner child grasping for an explanation, an excuse for Mr. Ford pissing all over a part of all that I nostalgically held dear. I went home and watched the old movies again… He sucks in all of them, he delivers his lines with just as little passion in the previous movies.

(A snippet of advice, if you see this movie, and are disappointed, don’t watch the old ones again, let yourself believe the lie that they were the best thing since strawberry toothpaste. It’s better than realising you were a dumb-assed kid who watched trash.)

When will people finally accept that Harrison Ford is old. He is too old to be accepting starring roles, he needs to learn to accept that he needs to take the back seat from now on, but he will never learn to do that, unless the public stop pandering to him. Ladies. Harrison Ford, is not hot, I hate to tell you this, he might have been “cool” and “classy” when you were 16, but not anymore, he’s old, his face looks like a melted bag of candle wax, and he’s neither as manly nor as grizzly as you like to think he is.

Let me put it this way, you wouldn’t let an elderly man, working past retiring age, who was clearly confused and lost in the whole process handle your bank accounts and your mortgage, so why do you accept it in cinema? Acting is no different from any other job.

Harrison Ford is a terrible actor, I realise this movie could not have been made without him, but perhaps that's just it, maybe this movie should just not have been made…

2. The CGI Gopher.

As the movie begins you are literally invited to a dirge-fest by a CGI piece of computerised dog shit. Why do we need to use CGI in everything? It’s so dire. Believe it or not guys, good movies are made without insanely up to date computer graphics, the worst part is, I’ve seen far better CGI in far less known movies. The CGI was truely terrible and just makes everyone feel awkward and slightly sick of George Lucas’ wave of bullshit.

The thing that gets me, is they could have trained a gopher to do what the CGI gopher did, and kept the entire screen looking real, instead of some half and half mix of space-jam like twat juice.

3. Indiana Jones‘ dad is dead. Sorry for spoiling the surprise.
This was re-affirmed by the truly moving line, “it seems we’ve reached that age in life where life starts taking away instead of giving.” Yea, great script writing you cock, let’s summarise the death of this man’s father in some semi-intellectual bullshit you got from a woman’s health magazine…

4. Area 51, for some unknown reason is guarded by about 7 or 8 men.

Why? All America’s secrets, even at that time, would have had considerably more men guarding it. Instead of seeing what anonymous, eye-witness reports of the area have said to be, “confined by walls of barbed wire”, “surrounded by dogs and armed officers,” we get two men at a toll booth with a sign that says they’re authorized to shoot any civilian who walks into the area.

Which is a bit defunct considering you’d probably also have to shoot any civilian who saw said sign on an American military installation. So in essence it probably would have been easier on the days work, and the conscience of the American military as portrayed by George Lucas to not have the sign up…

Also, Area 51, according to George Lucas has a shit storing policy. It’s just boxes everywhere in a warehouse with no organisation. Although now I’m admittedly just nit picking like a prick.

5. The Russian accents are shit.

I’m pretty sure this is meant to be an inward reference to past movies where the accents were all abysmal, but to be honest I just don’t care, 2 hours of, “you vil find for uz de creeestal skol” does start making a man want to rip off his own genitalia and jam as much of it in his ears as he can…

6. Crystal Skulls are dumb, aliens are dumb, claiming the aliens are actually inter-dimensional beings just so they’re not technically aliens, and you can claim you didn’t just live off your sci-fi legacy, is dumb… Take all that shit out and replace it with something good.

This point speaks for itself.

7. Masses of poorly thought out scenes and physics.

It’s a crystal skull, it has special properties, we get it. What we don’t get is why your movie defies basic laws of physics at every twist and turn through it’s labyrinth of illogicality.

First off, In one of the first scenes Indiana has to lead Russians to a box in Area 51. The box is supposedly massively magnetised, so much so that he can throw gun powder in the air and it will fly towards said box…

Ok, I buy that, except that being around something that powerfully magnetic would cause side effects in people somewhat similar to sea sickness, and I saw no sea sickness from anybody. I could have over-looked this fact if when they got to the box there weren’t so many illogical happenings around it.

A mans glasses are sucked onto the lid of the box. Why would a metal box become magnetised because of what’s in it that’s magnetic? That only happens when metal is perfectly suspended inside a round hollow magnet of massive strength. Why does everyone’s guns work beside something so magnetically powerful it can drag gun powder hundred of metres? Why does something that can draw all the hanging ceiling lights, in the room, in the same direction as it, when they move the box do little more than make dog tags levitate when the soldiers stand beside it.

People should have felt sick being near it too long, dog tags should have been ripped off, guns should have stopped working, and the cars they loaded it onto should have stopped working.

(This is all within one of the first scenes remember.)

How do you manage to fall off three massive mother-fucker water-falls without dying or even sustaining a minor injury?

Is it just me, or would Indiana Jones, or would he not, be fucking dead after being shot into the air by a nuclear blast, regardless of whether or not he was in a “lead lined fridge?”

Why the hell does Indiana Jones run after the Russians who were just trying to kill him shouting “Wait for me!” When the nuke’s about to go off? Only 5 minutes ago he was running away from them, and they were trying to kill him. Why would they wait?

Why the fuck does Indiana Jones’ son command an army of monkeys, and where the fuck did he learn to swing from vines, and why the fuck has this movie turned into fucking Tarzan?

How in God’s name can Indiana Jones translate a language that hasn’t been seen in thousands of years in a matter of seconds?

8. This movie is “just another sequel.”

I think I speak for every man woman and child on the planet when I say, “no more fucking sequels, prequels or remakes, please for the love of God, we have a mind which has an inexhaustible imagination, and all Hollywood can throw at us is sequels, prequels and remakes, and on the odd occasion that it doesn’t, we’re given a regurgitated story, with slight differences in location and characters in the hopes we wont notice, AND I’M FUCKING TIRED OF IT.”

I download movies now, on principle, fuck the movie industry, it abandoned me, and people like me a long time ago, they pissed on my childhood memories, they ruined my favourite movies and then they wonder why the general public download. We download, because it’s like eating a grape from the supermarket as you do your shopping. We don’t care about your jobs or your movies anymore, you’ve lost that level respect. We do it because we know we’re going to be completely and utterly disappointed by your dirge, and instead of wasting £20 on a completely over-priced DVD we’ll just steal your crap until you start making something good.

You make a good movie, and I swear to God, I will go pay to see it, and I’ll buy it, but until that day, I’m gonna keep downloading, and you brought it upon yourselves.

9. Ox is dumb and pointless.

The way he is introduced to the story is so fucking annoying. Why is it, in every movie, it has to be spelt out for me who new characters are. You either develop their stories, or let me figure it out myself, you don’t throw in two lines of direct explanation, almost in narrative form, from Indiana Jones, about his past with a new character, it makes your audience feel stupid, when in reality, they aren’t, you’re just shit at making movies.
Ox is, and probably will be, for the rest of my life, the worst character introduction I’ve ever seen in a movie. BAR NONE.

10. This movie suffers from all the exact same problems as the last crusade does.

Remember The Last Crusade? When we were fed 20 minutes of crap about Indiana Jones as a boy, getting a scar, and developing a fear of snakes that we really didn’t fucking need at all. Remember when under the library Kazim threw a match into a catacomb that Indiana had a lit torch in and the whole thing erupted in flames because of gas build up? This movie is filled with inane, non-sensical, nostalgic, backtracking crap like that, on a less grand scale, instead of a 20 minute sequence, we’re given a bad script which has the 20 minutes spaced out at 5 minute intervals, every 5 minutes the plot is explained for us, new characters are given a back story through some weak assed narratory lines, from Mr. Ford, that nobody needs, and every past joke is played on beyond all fair reasoning.

11. Every one liner in this movie sucks. Every. Single. One.

The one liners of this movie, are not one liners, because they are funny one line statements, they are one liners, because nobody will ever fucking use them again.
“I’m getting too old for this.” - Just because you’re using it in reference to how much everyone else uses it, doesn’t make it God damned funny.
“You’re a teacher?”
“Part-time.”
The delivery of this one was poor, “part-time” was delivered in such a matter of fact way that nobody could ever find it funny.
There were more, I just can’t be bothered remembering them, because it sickens me to even think about this movie and write about it, let alone having to remember it.

Things that are more enjoyable than watching this movie:

Shitting yourself in public.
Watching your parents have sex.
Suicide.
Watching your parents have sex with animals.
Giving yourself an enema.
Cutting off your nipples and gluing them to your face.
Suicide.
Mowing the lawn.
Catching Scabies.
Going to work.
Not watching this movie.
Suicide.
Fighting a badger.
Gouging your own eyes out with a rusty butter knife then asking a fat lady with herpes to urinate in your eye sockets…

Other movie titles considered for Indiana Jones IV were:

Indiana Jones IV : Why we should never have made a new movie.
Indiana Jones IV : The quest to fill our pockets with cash by pissing on what you love.
Indiana Jones IV : The battle with arthritis.
Indiana Jones IV : The never ending story.
Indiana Jones, and the search for a plot that doesn’t crawl up it’s own ass and die only to shit itself out in it’s own ass, creating a ridiculous shit-stained paradox.

What to make of skilz? If it had two L's and a Z, it might have been a nod to today's tweens and teens who seem to be rebelling against conventional spelling. But that innovative version of the word is one even kids aren't using.

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Yes, I'm the guy filming another Bud Light commercial...oh crap, props forgot to give me the beer.

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Just another man with an ax...hmmm...who's car ran out of gas. No I won't hurt you I promise, I just need so gas so I can continue my killing spree.
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No... It's not an axe. I am just happy to see you!

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This Autobahn hitchhiking sucks. Why did Bud have to sell out to the Eurotrash?

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Lumberjack festival this way.

Tom

Axe? What axe?

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Drive Safely. One of every ten hitch-hikers you pick up is left-handed.

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Oh no!!!! He knows what we did last summer!

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"Undaunted by his less than stellar showing at the ‘Worst Hitchhiker of the Year Awards' Mr. Sabelchek pursues his passion with renewed vigor!" 

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1.  Suddenly Ted realized he'd made a mistake in going to Joe's World of Discounted Prothesis

2. By prothesis...I of course meant prosthesis.

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"Can I axe someone for a ride?"

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I am sure some idiot will stop.

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Welcome to Georgia, have a nice day.

Mark

At this time of the year we get up at 5 AM. We chop firewood for 2 hours and then stack and store it for winter before we begin the work for the day. I can’t think of a caption but I’m fairly sure that there aren’t many drivers, who will be willing to give this guy with an unsheathed axe a ride.

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When someone finally stops to give him a ride, he climbs in with a scary grin on his face and says, “Heeeeere’s Johnny.”

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Ieri con un pò di voglia l'ho tradotto per tutti quelli che l'inglese non lo masticano molto bene. Ora abbiamo la versione completamente italiana (tranne il titolo...), sul wiki ufficiale del progetto Openmoko.
Quindi se vi è arrivata la saponetta nera delle meraviglie (il telefono appunto), o lo state ancora aspettando, e volete capire come fare le cose più basilari, ma anche aggiornarla all'ultima versione di Openmoko andate a questa pagina.

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You've got to admit that you like this song...

I Made a new Episode Yesterday

Episode 4#:

My Long Lost Brother:

Its About Me Talking to My New Long Lost Brother On The Phone

Hope You Love It

~Carl

Peace

I once read an ad saying: “We need help because we…” –- and the page flipped.

People love to hear the words “you” and “your” all the time.

Do you think you like it? How does it have to be to fit your needs?

What was it you wanted to sell me?