<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:56:56.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Giba's Opium Den</title><subtitle type='html'>Já que nada se cria tudo se copia, esse é um blog sobre nada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114693985281074436</id><published>2006-05-06T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:42:30.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressaca.</title><content type='html'>Peciso parar de beber assim, não tenho mais 18 anos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114693985281074436?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114693985281074436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114693985281074436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114693985281074436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114693985281074436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/05/ressaca.html' title='Ressaca.'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114658978894379956</id><published>2006-05-02T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:18:00.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Guest</title><content type='html'>Ele é sem dúvida um dos melhores comediantes de todos os tempo,  mas poucos o conhecem. E é até bom isso. Ele é mais conhecido por ter se casado com a atriz Jamie Lee Curtis.&lt;br /&gt;A temporada que ele partipou do Saturday Night Live, ao lados de mestres como Billy Crystal, Harry Shearer e Martin Short foi uma das melhores, mas não deu certo. O humor dele é pra poucos. Textos inteligentes, atuações perfeitas e aquele gostinho de quero mais quando o filme termina.&lt;br /&gt;E pq não fazem sucesso? Na verdade, ele nem busca isso, muito menos busca ser o primeiro nas bilheterias. Enquanto o Adam Sandler é o Mc Donald's da comédia,  o Guest é aquele restaurante simpático e escondido, com uma ótima comida e atendimento diferenciado, que é até bom que poucos o conheçam.&lt;br /&gt;Recomendo os 3 filmes que ele escreveu e dirigiu, Waiting For Guffman, Best in Show e The Mighty Wind. Também tem o eterno clássico This is Spinal Tap, onde ele apredendeu essa fórmula dos domumentários falsos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114658978894379956?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114658978894379956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114658978894379956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114658978894379956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114658978894379956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/05/christopher-guest.html' title='Christopher Guest'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114641083312481184</id><published>2006-04-30T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:27:13.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why guitars are better than womans</title><content type='html'>Guitars don't get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;You can play your Guitar any time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't have parents.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't whine... unless you want them to.&lt;br /&gt;You can share your Guitar with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you've played&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't care how many other Guitars you have.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't care if you look at other Guitars.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't care if you buy Guitar magazines.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hear, "Surprise, you are going to proud father of a new Guitar" unless you go out to buy one yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If your Guitar is flat you can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Your Guitar doesn't care if you never listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;Your Guitar won't care if you leave up the toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be jealous of the guy who works on your Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;If you say bad things to your Guitar, you don't have to apologize before you play it again.&lt;br /&gt;You can play your Guitar as long as you want and it won't get sore.&lt;br /&gt;You can stop playing your Guitar as soon as you want and it won't get frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents won't remain in touch with your old Guitar after you dump it.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't get headaches.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't insult you if you're a bad player.&lt;br /&gt;Your Guitar never wants a night out with the other Guitars.&lt;br /&gt;Guitars don't care if you're late.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to take a shower before you play your Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;If your Guitar doesn't look good you can refinish it or get new parts.&lt;br /&gt;You can play your Guitar the first time you meet it, without having to take it to dinner, see a movie, or meet its mother.&lt;br /&gt;The only protection you have to wear when playing your Guitar is a decent thumb pick.&lt;br /&gt;When in mixed company, you can talk about what a great time you had the&lt;br /&gt;last time you played your Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;and last, but not least:&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to part with an old Guitar, you don't have to give up half of everything you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114641083312481184?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114623142179302739</id><published>2006-04-28T10:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:37:01.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que sono!</title><content type='html'>Meu dia anda precisando de mais horas!!&lt;br /&gt;Não dá tempo de trabalhar, jogar, cuidar do ap e da Sharon e ainda fazer baladas.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir quatro horas por noite não é o suficiente, mas fazer o q? Gosto dessa minha vida desregrada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114623142179302739?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114623142179302739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114623142179302739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114623142179302739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114623142179302739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/04/que-sono.html' title='Que sono!'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114579362407029331</id><published>2006-04-23T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T09:00:24.070-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivos</title><content type='html'>Uma amiga me perguntou hoje o motivo que me fez aderir a essa febre dos blogs, e eu tive que pensar muito pra responder. Na verdade, nem consegui responder na hora. Mas agora eu sei! E se amanhã eu morrer? Pelo menos alguns dos meus pensamentos insanos estarão aqui pra todo mundo ver, imortalizados na rede mundial que sempre me fascinou. Pensar na minha morte não é um lance pessimista e nem algo que eu tenha vontade ou que eu espere que aconteça logo, mas é algo que com certeza um dia vai acontecer e como não tenho capacidade de escrever um livro contando a minha vida louca, essa é a ferramenta perfeita pra isso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114579362407029331?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114579362407029331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114579362407029331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114579362407029331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114579362407029331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/04/motivos.html' title='Motivos'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114579274771276318</id><published>2006-04-23T08:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:46:10.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>Cada dia que passa tenho feito mais amigos no jogo e isso me levou a descobrir uma coisa, não é pelo jogo que passamos horas na frente do micro, mas sim por esas pessoas que conhecemos. Fiz amigos em muitos lugares, tipo Estados Unidos, Canadá, Russia, Austrália, Nova Zelândia e China. Eu nunca vou saber o nome dessas pessoas e dificilmente vou conhecer alguém "na vida real", mas hoje, após 14 meses jogando, somos muito mais chegados que os amigos que moram perto. E por quê isso? Passo em média 4 horas por dia com essa galera, muito mais do que qualquer amigo, familiar ou gente do trampo. Um dia eu vou parar de jogar, e com certeza não é do jogo que sentirei falta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114579274771276318?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114579274771276318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114579274771276318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114579274771276318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114579274771276318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/04/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114534019409362182</id><published>2006-04-18T02:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T03:03:14.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Undead</title><content type='html'>Rosas são cinzas, violetas são cinzas. Estou morto e daltônico.&lt;br /&gt;Um canibal nos Estados Unidos colocou a culpa dos seus atos no World of Warcraft, onde ele é um zumbi que se alimenta de mortos. Eu também jogo, sou viciado e me alimento das minhas vítimas, mas isso não me dá vontade de comer pessoas na vida real. Ele é só mais um covarde que coloca a culpa num simples jogo pra tentar escapar de ser executado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114534019409362182?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114534019409362182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114534019409362182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114534019409362182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114534019409362182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/04/undead.html' title='Undead'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26107423.post-114502845878658985</id><published>2006-04-14T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:27:38.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos, meu amor!</title><content type='html'>Hoje meu amado clube completa 94 de uma vida repleta de glórias e emoções. Sou santista há 22 anos, desde quando Serginho Chulapa fez o gol contra os gambám em 1984, me fazendo comemorar meu primeiro título. Aquela imagem nunca saiu da minha cabeça, e muitos anos se passaram até que eu pudesse comemorar de novo,  e foi ele, Robinho, de novo em cima dos gambás, quem me deu a alegria de gritar "é campeão" de novo. Como ele joga! Sempre dizem que um raio não cai duas vezes no mesmo lugar, mas só na vila mais famosa do mundo isso pode acontecer. Pelé, Pepe, Robinho, Giovanni, foram apenas os primeiros dos muitos grandes jogadores que ainda irão passar pelo meu clube querido.&lt;br /&gt;Somos um time injustaçado e invejado, mas é claro, tivemos o Rei Pelé e somos o time que mais marcou gols na história do futebol mundial, 11.049 pra ser exato.&lt;br /&gt;Santos, meu amor! Na alegria e na tristeza, na vitória e na derrota, sempre minha maior alegria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26107423-114502845878658985?l=gibasopium.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/feeds/114502845878658985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26107423&amp;postID=114502845878658985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114502845878658985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26107423/posts/default/114502845878658985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibasopium.blogspot.com/2006/04/santos-meu-amor.html' title='Santos, meu amor!'/><author><name>Giba's Opium Den</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14171931969278535644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
