We think too much, and feel too little

bigpaul: Salute!

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city, that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill - top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you - New York, New York
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
To find I’m a number one, head of the list,
Cream of the crop at the top of the heap.
These little town blues, are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If I can make it there, I’m gonna make it anywhere
It’s up to you - New York, New York

Una bastardata al giorno ti risolleva l’animo. E per oggi il
mio l’ho dato.

Finite le slide per il LinuxDay e Pluto Meeting, e devo dire
che il mio .sty ha retto egregiamente

fog: il realta’ e’ cosi’
"GROOOANARRR_FFFffff-ttt-PRRR_FFRRTTTTTTJOINTTTTUSTTTNOWTTTANDWWWSHAREWWWTHETTTTSOFTWARE..Burp."

Cyrano: di niente, mi sembra giusto
(solitamente si certifica _dopo_ che il certificato scrive
qualcosa, cosi’ ci si puo’ fare una idea )

devajl: almeno di’ chi sono questi
operatori del canale che devono comportarsi bene!

eto: oh mammamia, e che e’ successo?