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[aleatorius]

чинил клавиатуру лаптопа, при отделении ее как-то стукнулась она об стол, и отвалилась буква "а" - она почему то и в старой клавиатуре отвалилась (наглядная частотность)

поставил на ее место вытащенную из старой - å -
спасибо норвегам и их лайаутам!

упдате - и ctrl заменил

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[polian.livejournal.com]

А на буковке умляут,
Пропускает поезда...

(похоронным голосом):

Шла машина темным лесом
За каким-то интересом.
Инте-инте-интерес,
Выходи на букву "С"!
А на буковке звезда,
Пропускает поезда.
Если поезд не пройдет,
Машинист с ума сойдет!
Вот и поезд не прошел
машинист с ума сошел

наш ответ чемберлену

[aleatorius.livejournal.com]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JBgqJcr-eg&feature=player_embedded
Now, George was a good straight boy to begin with, but there was bad
blood
In him; someway he got into the magic bullets and that leads straight to
Devil's work, just like marijuana leads to heroin; you think yo ucan take
Them bullets or leave 'em, do you?
Just save a few for your bad days

Well, now, we all have those bad days when you can't shoot for shit.

The more of them magics you use, the more bad days you have without
them
So it comes down finally to all your days being bad without the bullets
It's magics or nothing
Time to stop chippying around and kidding yourself,
Kid, you're hooked, heavy as lead

And that's where old George found himself
Out there at the crossroads
Molding the Devil's bullets
Now a man figures it's his bullets, so it will
Hit what he wants to hit
But it don't always work that way

You see, some bullets is special for a single aim
A certain stag, or a certain person
And no matter where you are, that's where the bullet will end up
And in the moment of aiming, the gun turns into a dowser's wand
And point where the bullet wants to go

(George Schmid was moving in a series of convulsive spasms, like
someone
with an epileptic fit, with his face distorted and his eyes wild like a
lassoed horse bracing his legs. But something kept pulling him on. And
now
he is picking up the skulls and making the circle.)

I guess old George didn't rightly know what he's getting himself into
The fit was on him and it carried him right to the crossroads