tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43819588157349978812011-07-08T00:45:17.460-07:00Jagornoreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-80556085061829948302010-01-06T14:42:00.001-08:002010-01-06T14:42:40.602-08:00<a href="http://ping.fm/p/hEVcM"><img src="http://pingfmmedia.s3.amazonaws.com/img/htgeohs9/uIzM9dAReAlAWkMY.jpg" width="300" alt="ok, when I turn on my pc, I don't even get to the ram test, it just stands there, mocking me.tried switching modules, nada. wat do?" /></a><br />ok, when I turn on my pc, I don't even get to the ram test, it just stands there, mocking me.tried switching modules, nada. wat do?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-8055608506182994830?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-52829645271872719382009-11-10T02:43:00.000-08:002009-11-10T02:50:15.137-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSHb0da47bY/SvlFUkjX_CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WnE7mTJ90eg/s1600-h/1254214757995.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bSHb0da47bY/SvlFUkjX_CI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WnE7mTJ90eg/s320/1254214757995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402425447719369762" /></a><br />Čudna je jesen. Vlaga u zraku, klice meganuklearne tuberkuloze se šire, nebo sivo i oblačno, kiša serucka svaki dan. Ne paše mi to, fali mi sunca.<br />Ma i da je -30°C al da je vedro.<br /><br />Totalni sam pozer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-5282964527187271938?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-7575489391385207812009-05-22T02:01:00.001-07:002009-05-22T02:01:58.500-07:00Saints preserve us. <a href="http://ping.fm/TOqmi">http://ping.fm/TOqmi</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-757548939138520781?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-9287341005445348382009-05-21T03:09:00.001-07:002009-05-21T03:09:08.714-07:00"The Power of poetry comes from the ability to defy logic. Defy Logic Often. Use a metaphor and tell us that your lover is the sky."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-928734100544534838?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-28582829005029233052009-05-21T01:17:00.001-07:002009-05-21T01:17:08.866-07:00Vintage style Dharma Initiative posters!<br /><a href="http://ping.fm/I1QZS">http://ping.fm/I1QZS</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-2858282900502923305?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-87122055446578629142009-05-20T12:38:00.001-07:002009-05-20T12:38:57.429-07:00Testing this ping.fm thingy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-8712205544657862914?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381958815734997881.post-71007463743958159182009-02-01T22:24:00.001-08:002009-02-01T22:24:33.417-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><br/><b>Where Once Poe Walked </b><br/><i>by H. P. Lovecraft </i><br/><br/><font face='tahoma'>Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, <br/>Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; <br/>Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, <br/>Arched high above a hidden world of yore. <br/>Round all the scene a light of memory plays, <br/>And dead leaves whisper of departed days, <br/>Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. <br/><br/>Lonely and sad, a specter glides along <br/>Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; <br/>No common glance discerns him, though his song <br/>Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. <br/>Only the few who sorcery's secret know, <br/>Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe. </font><br /><br /><p class='scribefire-powered'>Powered by <a href='http://www.scribefire.com/'>ScribeFire</a>.</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4381958815734997881-7100746374395815918?l=kinskarije.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jagornoreply@blogger.com0