As methods of human communication go, a wink is quite versatile. You can say a lot with a wink. For example, the new nun's wink said:
Where the Hell have you been? Baby B has been born, we're ready to make the switch, and here's you in the wrong room with the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit. Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, drinking tea. Do you realize I've nearly been shot?
And, as far as she was concerned, Sister Mary's answering wink meant:
Here's the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, and I can't talk now because there's this outsider here.
Whereas Sister Mary, on the other hand, had thought that the orderly's wink was more on the lines of:
Well done, Sister Mary switched over the babies all by herself. Now indicate to me the superfluous child and I shall remove it and let you get on with your tea with his Royal Excellency the American Culture.
And therefore her own wink had meant:
There you go, dearie; that's Baby B, now take him away and leave me to chat to his Excellency. I've always wanted to ask him why they have those tall buildings with all the mirrors on them.
The subtleties of all this were quite lost on Mr. Young, who was extremely embarrassed at all this clandestine affection and was thinking: That Mr. Russell, he knew what he was talking about, and no mistake.
Sister Mary's error might have been noticed by the other nun had not she herself been severely rattled by the Secret Service men in Mrs. Dowling's room, who kept looking at her with growing unease. This was because they had been trained to react in a certain way to people in long flowing robes and long flowing headdresses, and were currently suffering from a conflict of signals. Humans suffering from a conflict of signals aren't the best people to be holding guns, especially when they've just witnessed a natural childbirth, which definitely looked an un-American way of bringing new citizens into the world. Also, they'd heard that there were missals in the building.
-- Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
Por sacar una sonrisa, y enviar a aquellos que no conozcan el programa y el personaje que es Bob Mortimer a una espiral de descenso a la locura, www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0WiwB1Cjbg
* En Ankh-Morpork hay un Gremio de Asesinos y uno de Ladrones, pero el patricio había ilegalizado el Gremio de Bomberos tras multitud de quejas. La cuestión era que, si firmabas un contrato y pagabas tu cuota al Gremio, tu casa quedaba protegida contra incendios. Por desgracia, la ética general de Ankh-Morpork se adueñó de la situación, y los bomberos solían visitar en grupos las casas de los posibles clientes, haciendo en voz alta comentarios como "Este lugar parece muy inflamable" y "seguro que arde como la paja con una simple cerilla de algún descuidado, no sé si me entiendes".
También es muy interesante la misma serie de videos que tienen en pianote. En este caso por ejemplo el teclista de Dream Theater improvisando sobre Alicia Keys. En mi opinión la improvisación totalmente cierta, el hecho de no haberla escuchado nunca ya me causa más incertidumbre. www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFdOW1Ql3L4
Existe un juego en VR, A Fisherman's Tale, que tiene momentos basados en la misma premisa. Es corto pero da una idea de lo original que puede ser el concepto llevado a la realidad virtual.
#28 Si marcas el formato como 'texto' cuando ya ha interpretado la casilla como número, no te cambiará nada. El formato 'texto' ha de estar seleccionado en la casilla antes de pegar los números para que lo conserve.
Lo de bocazas y tal al otro usuario un pelín agresivo.
Al juego no le ha ido bien, pero tampoco es ninguna debacle como se pretende vender "For comparison: Fallout 4 dropped 79%, GTA V dropped 76%, and Destiny dropped 80% in their second week."
El patricio había ilegalizado el Gremio de Bomberos el año anterior, tras multitud de quejas. La cuestión era que, si firmabas un contrato y pagabas tu cuota al Gremio, tu casa quedaba protegida contra incendios. Por desgracia, la ética general de Ankh Morpok se adueñó de la situación, y los bomberos solían visitar por grupos las casas de los posibles clientes, haciendo en voz alta comentarios como "Este lugar parece muy inflamable" y "seguro que arde como la paja con una simple cerilla de algún descuidado, no sé si me entiendes"
#44 Totalmente sensacionalista, la lástima es que no tengan ningún tipo de medio (p.e. un blog) donde desmentir esta noticia de una forma rápida y sencilla...
#43 Y yo añadiría además que es lamentable que se invierta dinero público en organismos de investigación y que los resultados de su investigación no sean posteriormente del dominio público porque el acceso a dichos resultados ha de ser pasando por caja de IEEE, Elsevier, etc.
#27 Absolutamente de acuerdo. Los primeros libros además son bastante más oscuros, y muchos personajes del plantel de magos aún no han aparecido. Yo también recomendaría empezar por la saga de la Muerte o de la Guardia y eso que en libros como El país del fin del mundo te ries muchísimo con los magos
es un tipo de humor peculiar, que se retuerce en sus propias frases y definiciones. O lo odias o lo amas. Yo me he releído sus libros montones de veces y cada vez me gustan más.
Y por cierto, Vetinari es Dios. ¡veni, vidi, vetinari!
es un tipo de humor peculiar, que se retuerce en sus propias frases y definiciones. O lo podías o lo amas. Yo me he releído sus libros montones de veces y cada vez me gustan más.
Y por cierto, Vetinari es Dios. ¡veni, vidi, vetinari!
Manda huevos, ahora entre comisiones y la mierda de interés, por tenerlo en el banco estarás perdiendo poder adquisitivo en cuanto el ipc se mantenga en los límites actuales. Acaban de fusilar al pequeño ahorrador. Después dirán que es para fomentar el consumo, ¡pues no haber subido el IRFP y el IVA, cabrones!
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Where the Hell have you been? Baby B has been born, we're ready to make the switch, and here's you in the wrong room with the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit. Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, drinking tea. Do you realize I've nearly been shot?
And, as far as she was concerned, Sister Mary's answering wink meant:
Here's the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, and I can't talk now because there's this outsider here.
Whereas Sister Mary, on the other hand, had thought that the orderly's wink was more on the lines of:
Well done, Sister Mary switched over the babies all by herself. Now indicate to me the superfluous child and I shall remove it and let you get on with your tea with his Royal Excellency the American Culture.
And therefore her own wink had meant:
There you go, dearie; that's Baby B, now take him away and leave me to chat to his Excellency. I've always wanted to ask him why they have those tall buildings with all the mirrors on them.
The subtleties of all this were quite lost on Mr. Young, who was extremely embarrassed at all this clandestine affection and was thinking: That Mr. Russell, he knew what he was talking about, and no mistake.
Sister Mary's error might have been noticed by the other nun had not she herself been severely rattled by the Secret Service men in Mrs. Dowling's room, who kept looking at her with growing unease. This was because they had been trained to react in a certain way to people in long flowing robes and long flowing headdresses, and were currently suffering from a conflict of signals. Humans suffering from a conflict of signals aren't the best people to be holding guns, especially when they've just witnessed a natural childbirth, which definitely looked an un-American way of bringing new citizens into the world. Also, they'd heard that there were missals in the building.
-- Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch