<?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-6143759</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:29.577-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Orelhão</title><subtitle type='html'>&gt;:oB</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-112546264251574741</id><published>2005-08-31T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:30:42.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'>belesma</title><summary type='text'>vi um scrap-pureza no orkut de uma amiga, intitulado meigamente "vida feliz", de Joanna de Ângelis, e não resisti a um pequeno exercício de cinismo...(as partes entre parentesis são a minha contribuição):BelezaReserva um breve espaço de tempo entre os teus deveres para a beleza. (mas não deixa o teu chefe perceber)Desperta cedo, a fim de acompanhar o nascer do dia, embriagando-te com a pujança da</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/112546264251574741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/112546264251574741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2005/08/belesma.html' title='belesma'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108468347219794279</id><published>2004-05-16T01:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T01:57:52.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'>Oh, no one told me about herthe way she liesAlucinações do passado na tela do computadore o presente adiado mais uma vez por conta do frio, do medo e da (pouca) grana.Não, isso não é um diário, mas o que esperar de quem mal sabe escrever?Que saiba ler?Oh, no one told me about herhow many people criedÉ tarde demais para acusar.É tarde demais para perdoar.Mas nunca é tarde para se </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108468347219794279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108468347219794279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108400398837731919</id><published>2004-05-08T05:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T05:18:23.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se murió</title><summary type='text'>Bem, o computador voltou, mas um HD se foi, aparentemente, para nunca mais voltar.Toneladas de mp3s.Três filmes.Um monte de e-mails.Anfã, uma tragédia.Quem mandou não seguir os ensinamentos de Mestre Yoda, "fazei backup de tudo o que amais".Deu nisso.Por isso, amiguinhos, façam backup AGORA de tudo o que vocês têm de importante nos seus HDs. Nunca se sabe quando uma fonte irá queimar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108400398837731919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108400398837731919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/05/se-muri.html' title='Se murió'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108336201194763678</id><published>2004-04-30T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T18:57:50.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu boi morreu, que será de mim...</title><summary type='text'>Computador mórreu.Dor.Tristeza.Choro e ranger de dentes.Está lá no CTI, coitado.Rezemos por ele.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108336201194763678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108336201194763678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/o-meu-boi-morreu-que-ser-de-mim.html' title='O meu boi morreu, que será de mim...'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-10828270909920653</id><published>2004-04-24T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T02:21:37.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quíu Bíu</title><summary type='text'>Só tenho uma coisa a dizer:Matrix é o caralho!Update: Declaração lionda do Tarantino sobre o praticamente não-uso de computaria gráfica no filme:"If I'd wanted all that computer-game bullshit, I'd have gone home and stuck my dick in my Nintendo."Hohoho.Daqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/10828270909920653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/10828270909920653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/quu-bu.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://killbill.movies.go.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Quíu Bíu&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108230367208030736</id><published>2004-04-18T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T12:58:34.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrando na brincadeira</title><summary type='text'>1. pegue o livro mais próximo de você2. abra o livro na página 233. ache a quinta frase4. poste o texto em seu blog junto com estas instruçõesPara começar a responder a essas perguntas é preciso examinar os componentes individuais do processo visual em sua forma mais simples.--Donis A. Dondis - "Sintaxe da Linguagem Visual"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108230367208030736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108230367208030736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/entrando-na-brincadeira.html' title='Entrando na brincadeira'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108214059259824395</id><published>2004-04-16T15:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T21:36:19.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Galinha submissa</title><summary type='text'>Parem tudo o que vocês estiverem fazendo agora e corram aqui.Você manda e ela obedece. Hilário.Update: Vejam aqui uma lista de comandos com as coisas que a galinha faz e não faz.Uma dica: escrevam "Michael Jackson".Adeus fim de semana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108214059259824395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108214059259824395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/galinha-submissa.html' title='Galinha submissa'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108171434571403654</id><published>2004-04-11T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T17:16:18.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Canibalismo</title><summary type='text'>Feliz Páscoa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108171434571403654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108171434571403654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/canibalismo.html' title='Canibalismo'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108155187790582783</id><published>2004-04-09T20:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:08:28.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, foda-se!</title><summary type='text'>Don’t bother saying your sorryWhy don’t you come in?Smoke all my cigarettes againEverytime I get no furtherHow long has it been?Come on in nowWipe your feet on my dreams. You take up my timeLike some cheap magazineWhen I could have beenlearning somethingWell, you know what I mean.I’ve done this beforeAnd I will do it againC’mon and kill me babyWhile you smile like a friendOh and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108155187790582783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108155187790582783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/ah-foda-se.html' title='Ah, foda-se!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108121198224537759</id><published>2004-04-05T21:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T21:43:26.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O vudu tá fazendo efeito</title><summary type='text'>Rosinha passa mal e é internada no Copa D'OrÉ isso aí, galera. Continuemos os trabalhos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108121198224537759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108121198224537759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/o-vudu-t-fazendo-efeito.html' title='O vudu tá fazendo efeito'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108111218619465207</id><published>2004-04-04T17:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:00:08.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's fortune:</title><summary type='text'>Now is the time to try something new.Então tá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108111218619465207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108111218619465207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/todays-fortune.html' title='Today&apos;s fortune:'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108084983698403518</id><published>2004-04-01T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T17:07:36.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1º de abril</title><summary type='text'>Corram aqui, rápido!Mas tem que ser hoje.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108084983698403518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108084983698403518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/04/1-de-abril.html' title='1º de abril'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108065453660369472</id><published>2004-03-30T10:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:52:31.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Essa é boa</title><summary type='text'>Spam anti-spam.Atenção! Alerta Geral:Nos últimos dias estão circulando e-mails que, supostamente estão sendo enviados por bancos. Atenção: Estes e-mails, estão sendo enviados por quadrilhas especializadas em fraudar contas bancárias, portanto, jamais digite seus dados. Ao digitar, você estará enviando sua senha para um estelionatário de plantão que, de posse de seus dados transferirá quantias</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108065453660369472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108065453660369472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/essa-boa.html' title='Essa é boa'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-108048828910724678</id><published>2004-03-28T12:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T12:42:01.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody! Everybody!</title><summary type='text'>Everybody!Da dee da deeee daaa!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108048828910724678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/108048828910724678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/everybody-everybody.html' title='Everybody! Everybody!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107999326668722960</id><published>2004-03-22T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T19:11:12.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perca horas de trabalho e entupa seu HD</title><summary type='text'>No Icon Factory você pode encontrar gracinhas como esses ícones, ulha que lindos:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107999326668722960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107999326668722960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/perca-horas-de-trabalho-e-entupa-seu.html' title='Perca horas de trabalho e entupa seu HD'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107880055534151547</id><published>2004-03-08T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T01:00:38.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Morra, globopontocom!</title><summary type='text'>Começou a temporada de abate de blogs de não assinantes. O Inagaki avisou que o dele já foi pro saco, mas, rapaz prevenido que ele é, já tinha se mudado pra outro lugar. O engraçado é que eles dão a desculpa esfarrapada de que estão bloqueando só os que têm mais de 10 MB, mas, segundo o Ina, o dele tinha 7,3 MB.Vem cá, alguém ainda acredita em alguma coisa que venha da Globo? Depois ficam todos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107880055534151547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107880055534151547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/morra-globopontocom.html' title='Morra, globopontocom!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107870309441360411</id><published>2004-03-07T20:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:48:45.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iha!</title><summary type='text'>Coelhinhos! Coelhinhos! (Merci, Christopho!)Mais coelhinhos! (Valeu, Ricardo)Como vocês podem notar, é uma fixação que a pessoa tem...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107870309441360411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107870309441360411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/iha.html' title='Iha!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107843803972130359</id><published>2004-03-04T19:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:10:20.466-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! Freak!!!</title><summary type='text'>Jovem fica com braço implantado na perna por 9 dias.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107843803972130359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107843803972130359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/aaaaaaaaaaaaargh-freak.html' title='Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!! Freak!!!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107826423012573782</id><published>2004-03-02T18:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:53:27.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot</title><summary type='text'>Em homenagem ao meu irmãozinho querido e à Lagarta Azul, porque chegamos à conclusão todos de que iremos para o inferno sem escalas.Hell - Squirrel Nut ZippersIn the afterlifeYou could be headed for the serious strifeNow you make the scene all dayBut tomorrow there’ll be hell to payPeople listen attentivelyI mean about future calamityI used to think the idea was obsoleteUntil I heard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107826423012573782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107826423012573782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot Hot Hot'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107812328026029085</id><published>2004-03-01T03:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T04:45:54.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Belo dia, não?</title><summary type='text'>E o Senhor dos Anéis levou tudo e o Cidade de Deus não levou nada. Alguém se surpreende? :-/Mas não liguem para mim, vão lá no Cardoso e leiam a melhor cobertura do Oscar. Com destaque para a melhor frase sobre essa nerdice, ever: "Senhor dos Anéis é o GUERRA NAS ESTRELAS METROSSEXUAL."Hohoho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107812328026029085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107812328026029085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/03/belo-dia-no.html' title='Belo dia, não?'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107810878429912953</id><published>2004-02-29T23:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T23:43:00.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ulha! Cês viram a Liv Tyler de óculos de gatinho?Um luxo!B-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107810878429912953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107810878429912953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/ulha-cs-viram-liv-tyler-de-culos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107803509064116070</id><published>2004-02-29T03:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T03:16:02.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Óooouuuunnn, que amor!</title><summary type='text'>You are Snoopy. You are one cool pup. Peanuts Quizbrought to you by QuizillaOh, sim, peguei o link da Lia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107803509064116070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107803509064116070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/ooouuuunnn-que-amor.html' title='Óooouuuunnn, que amor!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107786565002462005</id><published>2004-02-27T04:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T04:13:21.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias de Amor - II</title><summary type='text'>Respostas que ela gostaria de ter dado:Ele (com cara de paisagem):- Muito da minha personalidade vem do esporte.Ela:- É mesmo, meu bem."É verdade. Você é chato que nem mesa redonda de fim de domingo".Ele (com cara de conteúdo):- Gosto muito de Brahms.Ela (conseguindo conter um sorrisinho no canto da boca):- Um hum."Pois eu prefiro Antartics".Ele (cara de ser superior):- Formei meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107786565002462005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107786565002462005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/histrias-de-amor-ii.html' title='Histórias de Amor - II'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107742534731937629</id><published>2004-02-22T01:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T01:51:51.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo</title><summary type='text'>1. Toda escolha implica automaticamente na renúncia à infinita gama das outras possibilidades. Mas não deve equivaler a uma condenação.2. Existem anjos que moram na Terra.3. Errar é humano. Errar muito é mais humano ainda.4. Ahoti.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107742534731937629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107742534731937629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107720250983344605</id><published>2004-02-19T11:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T11:57:51.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisa feia</title><summary type='text'>Encontrados os culpados pela, erm, "decoração" de carnaval do Rio, que entra pro top ten das COISAS (generalizando) mais feias que já vi em toda minha vida.O que mais revolta é que alguém recebeu DINHEIROS, muitos, pra fazer aquela excrescência visual.Agradecimentos à PaulaCL, que achou o link e comentou lá na TelescÓpica.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107720250983344605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107720250983344605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/coisa-feia.html' title='Coisa feia'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107707856238653231</id><published>2004-02-18T01:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T01:37:53.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hic!</title><summary type='text'>You are Alcohol!A little sloppy, a little hungry, and a whole lot horny.So what if you've had a drunken fling or two with puke still in your hair?You're the life of the party - well, if you can get invited...What Drug Are You?(atenção: alto índice de popups pornôs, não digam que não avisei)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107707856238653231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107707856238653231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/hic.html' title='Hic!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107636083299998764</id><published>2004-02-09T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:09:40.610-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"O povo não é bobo, abaixo a Rede Globo"</title><summary type='text'>Interessante editorial do Jotabê de hoje falando sobre as crises financeira e de credibilidade que a Vênus Platinada enfrenta. Me perguntei 'mas que coragem é essa do JB agora?' E aqui veio a resposta:"...os diretores da Globo têm sucumbido, com freqüência, à tentação dos disparos insensatos. Isso talvez explique a insistência na publicação de ''notícias'' e ''reportagens'' supostamente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107636083299998764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107636083299998764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/o-povo-no-bobo-abaixo-rede-globo.html' title='&quot;O povo não é bobo, abaixo a Rede Globo&quot;'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107603484946895478</id><published>2004-02-06T00:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T00:36:31.513-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais pingüim</title><summary type='text'>Aqui mais gracinhas com o joguinho do pingüim. Aliás, este é o site do jogo original. E estão prometendo uma nova versão pra dia 12.Ninguém mais trabalha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107603484946895478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107603484946895478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/mais-pingim.html' title='Mais pingüim'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107601244015223246</id><published>2004-02-05T18:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:23:02.013-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem feito</title><summary type='text'>"Nova regra na Europa será barreira para soja transgênica brasileira."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107601244015223246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107601244015223246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/bem-feito.html' title='Bem feito'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107592277761001022</id><published>2004-02-04T17:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T17:28:37.966-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este blogue lamenta a morte de Hilda Hilst..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107592277761001022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107592277761001022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/este-blogue-lamenta-morte-de-hilda.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107587669257306882</id><published>2004-02-04T04:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T04:45:49.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias de Amor - I</title><summary type='text'>Eles chegam em casa tarde da noite, vindos do mesmo restaurante onde se sentam à mesma mesa e comem a mesma massa e tomam o mesmo vinho e trocam as mesmas farpas há dez anos.Ele olha a própria cara no espelho, torta pelo álcool e pelas olheiras e pela papada cada vez maior. Resmunga a mesma resposta indiferente pra alguma coisa que a mulher diz, que ele sabe que, como sempre, não é nada de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107587669257306882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107587669257306882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/histrias-de-amor-i.html' title='Histórias de Amor - I'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107586778042256805</id><published>2004-02-04T02:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T02:12:00.170-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como assim dois uísque?</title><summary type='text'>Pára tudo! Saiam daqui já e vão lá ler o que esse cara escreve.Gênio.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107586778042256805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107586778042256805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/como-assim-dois-usque.html' title='Como assim dois uísque?'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107585832579146358</id><published>2004-02-03T23:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T01:34:40.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A moça fala pro menininho no filme: "Nossa, mas você só tem dez anos e já é tão mulherengo?"8-OParece até aquela tirinha do Calvin em que ele fica em casa com febre vendo TV e os diálogos do filme são assim: "Oh John" "Oh, Martha" "Temos que nos casar" "Mas nós já somos casados... ah, vc quer dizer um com o outro?" "Vamos matar nossos esposos e fugir!" "Sim!" "Oh John" "Oh, Martha"... e o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585832579146358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585832579146358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/moa-fala-pro-menininho-no-filme-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107585739791105393</id><published>2004-02-03T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:18:57.373-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não, eu não estou vendo garotinhos japoneses no sbt lutando kung fu na escola que nem adultos.Não, né?Então não.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585739791105393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585739791105393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/no-eu-no-estou-vendo-garotinhos.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107585487951017640</id><published>2004-02-03T22:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:36:58.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora pá!</title><summary type='text'>Alguém me explica por que diabos eu recebo toda semana o resultado do sorteio de "cinco alojamentos, de duas noites para duas pessoas, com pequeno-almoço incluído" na Quinta do Agrinho do Gerês?Do jeito que Murphy anda, capaz até de eu ganhar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585487951017640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107585487951017640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/ora-p.html' title='Ora pá!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107569780589999415</id><published>2004-02-02T02:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T03:11:46.700-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, o ócio...</title><summary type='text'>Se você é fã (ou viciou-se, mais provável) do jogo do pingüinzinho, dê uma olhada aqui.Não me responsabilizo por empregos perdidos nem por trabalhos não entregues.Valeu, Cris.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107569780589999415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107569780589999415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/ah-o-cio.html' title='Ah, o ócio...'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107566285053153661</id><published>2004-02-01T17:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T17:16:26.936-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O fim dos tempos se aproxima</title><summary type='text'>Roleta russa para crianças.É, isso mesmo.Cortesia do meu amigo Chryde.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107566285053153661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107566285053153661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/02/o-fim-dos-tempos-se-aproxima.html' title='O fim dos tempos se aproxima'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107549362393447445</id><published>2004-01-30T18:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T18:15:57.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta noite sairei, vou beber com meus amigos ... ha!</title><summary type='text'>Com esse calor senegalês que anda fazendo, só muito Chico Science e cerveja nas idéias pra agüentar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107549362393447445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107549362393447445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/esta-noite-sairei-vou-beber-com-meus.html' title='&lt;em&gt;Esta noite sairei, vou beber com meus amigos ... ha!&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107527104008315693</id><published>2004-01-28T04:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T04:34:52.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O patrão ficou maluco!</title><summary type='text'>É só até amanhã a queima total da Navena Muzik, uma das lojas de CDs mais simpáticas que há e que, infelizmente, vai fechar as portas. Corre lá, que de repente você ainda acha um Guided by Voiceszinho bagatinho escondido. Ou aproveita pra conhecer bandas novas por 5 merréu. Eu, por exemplo, descobri The Celibate Rifles, banda australiana que faz um som que eu não chamaria de surf music, ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107527104008315693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107527104008315693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/o-patro-ficou-maluco.html' title='O patrão ficou maluco!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107483170070359108</id><published>2004-01-23T02:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T03:54:20.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perca horas de trabalho. Pergunte-me como.Updatado (uia) porque o outro link saiu do ar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107483170070359108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107483170070359108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/perca-horas-de-trabalho.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107469784473924586</id><published>2004-01-21T13:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T13:14:04.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda do Visa</title><summary type='text'>-- Burundi hoje?Coelha olha displicentemente seu cartão de crédito.-- Claaaaro!!!Update: Coelha olha displicentemente seu cartão de crédito... e chora.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107469784473924586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107469784473924586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/propaganda-do-visa.html' title='Propaganda do Visa'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107458339020638886</id><published>2004-01-20T05:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T05:25:59.186-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Língua</title><summary type='text'>...E sei que a poesia está para a prosaAssim como o amor está para a amizadeE quem há de negar que esta lhe é superior?-- Caetano</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107458339020638886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107458339020638886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/lngua.html' title='Língua'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107397318177472366</id><published>2004-01-13T03:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T03:53:23.213-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No meio da savana africana, um pesquisador inglês se perdeu de seu grupo e quando se deu conta estava rodeado por leões. Aí pensou "fudeu" e começou a tocar seu violino, já que ia morrer mesmo que morresse fazendo o que mais gostava. Mas aí os leões sentaram-se e ficaram ouvindo o homem tocar, encantados com a bela melodia que saía do instrumento.Mas, de repente, chegou um leão enfurecido que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107397318177472366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107397318177472366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-meio-da-savana-africana-um.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107384789517618999</id><published>2004-01-11T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T17:18:27.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá, todo mundo sabe que tu é indie, bora sub-categorizar</title><summary type='text'>Heh, gostei.You're a Post-Punk. You know 70s punk was cool, butit was mostly just a stepping stone for thegreater intellectualism of what would comeafter. The 80s were amazing. You quite possiblyhave huge hair, and may wear lots of black.Snare drums need reverb. Lots and lots ofreverb.You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize. brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107384789517618999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107384789517618999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/t-todo-mundo-sabe-que-tu-indie-bora.html' title='Tá, todo mundo sabe que tu é indie, bora sub-categorizar'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107371156513973371</id><published>2004-01-10T03:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T03:13:05.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Os fantasmas que carregamos dentro de nós são os mais assustadores.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107371156513973371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107371156513973371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/os-fantasmas-que-carregamos-dentro-de.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107371138460693733</id><published>2004-01-10T03:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T03:10:05.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do virtual pro real</title><summary type='text'>Ié, acabei de conhecer a Lila, uma das damas que não comentam.Oi, amiguinha!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107371138460693733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107371138460693733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/do-virtual-pro-real.html' title='Do virtual pro real'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107353084551442553</id><published>2004-01-08T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T01:01:05.530-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>... e eu não fui ao RoNca RoNca...:o(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107353084551442553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107353084551442553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107332443383324576</id><published>2004-01-05T15:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:26:26.316-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama</title><summary type='text'>Como se não bastasse a volta do RoNca RoNca quarta feira na Bunker, a Lia me avisa que vai botar som numa festa na quinta. E ainda tem Fiesta Cucaracha ADM na terça da semana que vem, que parece ser bem ível, com lançamento de vídeos Tarja Preta e exposição de cartuns do Allan Sieber, MZK e Schiavon.Por que diabos, alguém pode me explicar?, as festas interessantes não são no fim de semana, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107332443383324576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107332443383324576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/o-carro-enguiado-lama-lama.html' title='É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107314906348990171</id><published>2004-01-03T14:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T14:58:01.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maldições dos tempos modernos</title><summary type='text'>"Entrarás no Big Brother Brasil e sairás na primeira semana!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107314906348990171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107314906348990171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2004/01/maldies-dos-tempos-modernos.html' title='Maldições dos tempos modernos'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107256117770784823</id><published>2003-12-27T19:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T19:39:54.160-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então ela viu se levantando no horizonte a grande onda, que inundaria toda a cidade e transformaria tudo num tremendo caos. Fascinada com a beleza daquela enorme massa d'água verde e brilhante, ela ficou ali parada, sorrindo.Só se lembrou de que não sabia nadar quando já era tarde demais para fugir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107256117770784823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107256117770784823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/ento-ela-viu-se-levantando-no.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107250070776058626</id><published>2003-12-27T02:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T02:52:04.670-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vou fazer uma camisa:EU IGNORO O SENHOR DOS ANÉIS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107250070776058626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107250070776058626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/vou-fazer-uma-camisa-eu-ignoro-o.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107244877432502684</id><published>2003-12-26T12:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T12:26:30.646-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alucinações do passado</title><summary type='text'>Meu vizinho da frente lembrou que estava aprendendo a tocar trumpete há algum tempo e deve ter resolvido retomar as lições. Agora ele tá lá tentando tocar o que parece ser "Bandolins" do Oswaldo Montenegro.Alguém me tire daqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107244877432502684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107244877432502684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/alucinaes-do-passado.html' title='Alucinações do passado'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107212978391780885</id><published>2003-12-22T19:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T22:35:48.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funciona?</title><summary type='text'>Amiguinhos, se vocês puderem me contar ali nos comentários como está aparecendo o blogue, eu agradeço. Porque pra mim tá uma boniteza só, mas já sei que quem tem Mozilla vê tudo embaralhado. Vou tentar consertar, senão volto pras tabelas.Agradecida.Update: Consertado. Era um espacinho safado entre um número e o "px".Valeu, Nat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107212978391780885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107212978391780885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/funciona.html' title='Funciona?'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107212273353605661</id><published>2003-12-22T17:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T17:53:22.460-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ié!</title><summary type='text'>Agora sim... Template bunitim. Sem tabelas! CSS é muito interessante.Já já arrumo os linques.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107212273353605661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107212273353605661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/i.html' title='Ié!'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107203798548644576</id><published>2003-12-21T18:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T18:20:00.763-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O homem que fazia planos</title><summary type='text'>Planos. Ele faz planos. Não espera nada para começar a fazer planos. Mas ele já está cansado de fazer planos e ter que jogá-los fora logo em seguida, aqueles planos recém-nascidos, ainda quentinhos, e logo vem um vento frio que os congela e os faz quebrar em muitos pedaços, incontáveis, incatáveis.Irrecuperáveis aqueles planos.E mais uma vez ele se levanta, as mãos nas costas doloridas, e pensa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107203798548644576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107203798548644576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/o-homem-que-fazia-planos.html' title='O homem que fazia planos'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107137417922713041</id><published>2003-12-14T01:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:56:31.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quando eu era pequena, falava "memos" ao invés de "mesmo". Era um erro de digitação oral.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107137417922713041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107137417922713041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/quando-eu-era-pequena-falava-memos-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107137413861316617</id><published>2003-12-14T01:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:55:51.263-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então tá</title><summary type='text'>Então é isso, né? Voltei. Parei de viadagem. Já já dou um jeito nessa coisa feia aqui e boto uns coelhinhos e umas frescuras. E comentários, se eu lembrar como se faz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107137413861316617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107137413861316617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/ento-t.html' title='Então tá'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107043152378608967</id><published>2003-12-03T04:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T04:05:34.343-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coceira...</title><summary type='text'>... vontade de voltaaaaarrr...É, mas toquei fogo no meuqueridodiárioadolescente que tava isso aqui. Não sei ainda. Muitas dúvidas. Vou fazer outro template. E, sim, agora eu apago posts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107043152378608967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107043152378608967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/12/coceira.html' title='Coceira...'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6143759.post-107008782732021981</id><published>2003-11-29T04:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T04:37:16.556-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dois três...</title><summary type='text'>... testando.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107008782732021981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6143759/posts/default/107008782732021981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orelhao.blogspot.com/2003/11/um-dois-trs.html' title='Um dois três...'/><author><name>alinecoelha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14187457315362405946</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></entry></feed>
