http://google.com/search?hl=en&q=easyautoskola&btnI=0&/?a=F0F2EFE6E9ECE5AEE1EBAEE6E1E3E5E2EFEFEBAEE3EFED

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http://google.mu/search?hl=en&q=sbestfood&btnI=1187250

The first link seems to have been taken down by the ISP but the second is still alive, and it takes you to the site:

http://www.sbestfood.com/video/fb/

This is a social networking attack, when someone opens the site, they are prompted to download a file called codecsetup.exe this is prompted to the user on every link on the site, do not download or run this file! The current purpose of the virus is to continue to distribute it self, it will most likely attempt to convert your computer into a “zombie” at the attackers will to help out with online attacks such as DDoS (Distributed Denial of Service).

As of this moment, none of the major virus companies have identifies this file as a virus, so becarefull and do not assume that you are safe because your anti-virus is not warning you!

When I first started out in the real world in the mid-nineties voicemail was an important productivity tool. I remember people talking about the pros and cons of various enterprise voicemail systems – which had the best forwarding and group messaging, which allowed for archiving, and how many messages could be stored and for how long. Even though email was around, people were still unsure how to use it. Letters went on letterhead and were formal. Voicemail was informal and common. Email etiquette was still being developed. It was good for mass-forwarding jokes and moving Word, Excel, and Powerpoint files around, but it took a while for email to take over as older generations moved out of the workplace or got with the program.

But now an increasing number of people are just plain avoiding voicemail (for my impromptu and unscientific survey, see the comments here, which are predominantly anti-voicemail). It takes much longer to listen to a message than read it. And voicemail is usually outside of our typical workflow, making it hard to forward or reply to easily.

Typical voicemail messages today include things like “Please don’t leave me a voicemail, I rarely listen to them. Please just email me at xxxx@xxxx.com” Many people don’t bother setting up their voicemail accounts at all. Then there’s my favorite method, the one I use personally – let the message box get full and then don’t empty it. Caller ID still tells me who called, and I can simply call them back.

How many times have you called someone back and said “I saw that you called but didn’t listen to the voicemail yet, Is it anything urgent?”

Senders often feel guilty for leaving voicemails, too. And to make sure you get the message, quite often people will follow up with a text message – “Just left you a VM, it’s important” – just so you know it’s there.

There are startups that are trying to make voicemail more useful. Pinger, GrandCentral and YouMail are among them. The iPhone’s visual voicemail feature helps clean up the clutter, too. But at the end of the day you still need to take time to listen to those voicemails, and that usually comes after other equally urgent but less disruptive tasks.

The services that really make voicemail more usable are those that convert voicemail into text and then send it to you via email or SMS (Spinvox, PhoneTag Yap and Jott, for example).

More US mobile carriers are offering text conversion for a monthly or per-message fee. It’s my guess this will become more and more common. Voice is here to stay as a data input method, but listening to messages will certainly become an increasing luxury, to be reserved for loved ones or those messages that aren’t transcribed properly (or you need to hear it for tone or emotion).

For now most people don’t have voicemail transcription services. So think before you voicemail, more and more people just find it annoying.

But what about the Google Index, all the websites that are indexed by Google ? What is it worth to be in the Google Index ? What would you, as a website owner require in order to remove your site from the Google Index and no longer be available when someone does a google search ?

It should just be a matter of dollars and cents and sense, shouldn’t it ?

How many websites would have to recuse themselves from the Google Index before Google Search was negatively impacted ?

Mahalo.com thinks it needs to support the 25k most common search terms in order to be successful. What would happen if MicroSoft or Yahoo or a MicroHoo went to the 5 top results for the top 25k searches and paid them to leave the Google Index ?

A theoretical maximum of 125k sites, but with overlap, probably closer to 100k or less, times how much per site on average ?

The math starts to get interesting. At $1,000 per site average times 100k sites, thats only $ 1 Billion Dollars. The distribution would obviously favor the larger sites, so of that billion dollars, would the top 1k sites take 500k each and the remaining 99k split the rest ?

Given the stakes, why stop at $ 1 Billion Dollars ? Would the top 1k most visited sites take a cool $1mm each, plus a committment from Microsoft or Yahoo to drive traffic through their search engines to more than make up for the lost Google Traffic. After all, once consumers realized that Google no longer had valid search results for the top 25k searchs, that traffic would most likely go to MicroSoft and Yahoo.

And why we are at it, why not require that these 100k sites switch from Googles Publisher Network to Yahoo’s or Microsofts ? It would start to earn back the $1 Billion paid out very quickly.

On top of that, in order to grease the skids even further, why not issue advertising credits to the sites that switched off Google ? Its soft dollars, that would sweeten the pot and drive more traffic.

IN essence, its no different that any other content aggregation play. Its paying for content . But, It would take some big ones to go for it and see if it worked. However, without question, every search engine has some number of core sites, that when removed from its index , destabilizes the value of its search.

The question is how many ? What would it cost to get that number of sites to turn Google off and stay off, and would the traffic created as users switch from Google more than compensate for the cost ?

Or would Google recognize the risk and jump in and offer more to websites to stay ?

Sure would be interesting to find out.

After driving to wood green and insisting that i shall not drink and enjoy an evening alcohol free, that was thrown right out of the window with the first pint. Many more followed, and then the shots were rushing in! Shane turns up to join us, and after a few drinks i get worried that about the car and consider that we should check where it is in case it needs moving before Shane gets too wasted.

As we go to the car, listening to some jazz which is now forever implanted into Shane’s head “bada bada ba, bada bada ba!!”. Alas we seem to have gotten side tracked drinking, hot-boxing the car and listening to music, until Rik’s message looking for us, i think we would have quite comfortably just passed out there!

Back in the pub the drinks flowed faster, but somehow and i can’t quite recall when it happened the pub closed and we left, found myself chasing Shane to a food shop and losing Rik somewhere, but no fear we head to the nearest pub and there he is , we’re sitting there drinking away as some random guys are checking out some random porn on an apple laptop over some wireless they hijacked.

Eventually all the pubs in the area are closed and we head back to my car, as we listen to more music Shane is in the back, and we proceed to further hotbox the car, at which point me and Rik are in the front chatting away and Shane seems to have passed out this is around 3am now, and Shane has to be at work in the morning

Me: er Shane…you OK
Rik: am sure he’s fine
Shane: *mumble*
Shane: shad i don’t think i can get home
Me: fuck it lets sleep in the car
Rik: *shrug* OK

So Shane couldn’t go home cus he was too fucked right? yet as soon as we decided we are to stay in the car, he got up and proceeded to dismantle the shit out of my car in an attempt to sleep in the boot, i had a tire in the back which he attempted to stick in the spare tire part under the car, little did he know it doesn’t fit, yet at this crazy hour in his state, Shane is rolling around under my car. Alas he failed at the tire business and then just chucked it under the car “don’t forget it tomorrow shad!”.

He then finds a box in my car and throws it out

Shane: you don’t need that
Me: ….er Shane….that’s my jack!
Shane: oh

I guess the alcohol was flowing freely inside me and all i could do was roll around laughing my ass off!

So Shane dismantles my boot, my rear seats, disposes of everything in the car one way or another and then jumps in the boot and goes to sleep, me and Rik pull back the front seats as far as we can to get some sleep. So so uncomfortable, next time i must remember pillows, duvet and sleeping bag to be kept in the car at all times! Had to keep switching the engine on so we can get some heat and stay warm!

We wake up at around 8:30 to random people walking around the car on the way to work, felt like shit, so we managed to get up, go the local cafe for something to eat and help with the hangover (and absorb some of the alcohol that’s clearly still inside all of us!).

Drive Shane to work.
Drive Rik home.
Drive myself home.

Slept all day Friday

Happy days

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When it comes to football, at least, I think I have the answer. Scan a player for possible greatness and ask: does he score goals? Good. Does he make goals? Good again. But now for the question that actually matters: does he make teams? Has he created a great international team in his own image, by the brilliance of his play and the force of his mind?

If the answer is yes, then we are in very rare company the rarest of the rare. Pele, obviously, Franz Beckenbauer, Diego Maradona. Me, Id throw Johan Cruyff in there. I know he hasnt got a World Cup on his CV, but he should have. But thats the level at which we are arguing.

On, then, to Zinedine Zidane. And no argument, none whatsoever. A great footballer. If anyone has been in any doubt about that, this last hurrah at his last World Cup, in which every game he plays might be his last, has destroyed it, reminding us of all the ways in which his greatness was expressed. As ever, his presence on the pitch makes the team as a whole better and also makes every individual on his own play better.

The more shame that his last action on the pitch was to walk off it in response to a red card. It was given for a headbutt that uncharacteristically for something that Zidane intended actually missed its target. Thus a great actor also missed his own exit: and it is a warning to us all not to make gods of footballers, or of any other form of human. But Zidane still left us something worth remembering: a slide-rule pass. The cliche is long out of fashion, but I have always liked the way it combines the idea of immense precision with the actual action of a person using a slide rule. And the slide-rule pass was always Zidanes greatest contribution to the movement of a football match.

He was the great geometrician, a master of angles with an uncanny ability to match the weight of his pass to the speed of the receiver. This is a hard enough thing to calculate in figures, even with the help of a slide rule. But that calculation was Zidanes forte; at lightning speed and often with a pirouette, the ball coming free at some unexpected moment, at an unexpected angle, splitting open the opposition defence as if it were an oyster shell.

Many of Zidanes moves would have looked flash if performed by anyone else. But they were never performed for themselves, always in the context of the search for victory. Zidane was a player with an immense sense of style, but style was always remorselessly subjugated to content. He never played the virtuoso for the sake of it, it was a temptation he was immune to.

Always severe and serious, but with that strange sense of detachment. It was as if he were well aware of the absurdity of football and, for that matter, of life. All the same, he could still see no point in giving these absurdities anything less than his best. He played with a wonderfully Gallic sense of cool, as if he had a Gitanes in his mouth even as he turned, swivelled and passed.

But it was not what he did that was the key to his greatness, it was what he was. It was his presence that made the fin de si�cle France team the greatest in the world, one of the greatest ever. You cant win the World Cup without a proper striker, they said. You can if youve got Zidane in your team, with his conductors baton and his slide rule and his falconine profile and his Gitanes ablaze. And just to prove that it was no fluke, he led the France team to victory in the European Championship two years later.

The defining picture of that triumph of 1998 was the hands holding aloft that monumentally ugly trophy, hands of every shade of colour that human pigment can come up with. It was a victory for a nation unified by un sang impur.

And at the heart of it, Zidane, with his North African blood and his hooked bill of a nose and an almost ecclesiastical air about him, with his widows peak of stubble and his tonsure.

Martin Johnson, the England rugby union captain in the World Cup triumph of 2003, said that he never set himself up to be a leader. It was just that people tended to follow him, demonstrating that the true gift of leadership is the ability to inspire followship in everyone else. That was always something that Zidane was able to do. Zidane was what David Beckham aspired to be and fell short of. No shame for Beckham there. Both reached for the stars; Zidane got there, Beckham didnt. Alas, poor David, Zidane really was the best footballer in the world. Zidane really did function as the inspiration of a great team. Zidane really did win the World Cup. Draw a line between Beckham and Zidane, then. On the one side, very, very good; on the other, indisputably great.

See, its easy to tell the difference when you know how, isnt it?

Yet one month later and who would of thought? It seems not even the French believed that they would be in the World Cup final. What an achievement and an accomplishment, who would have thought? The story line was set all along Zinadine Zidane was to complete his football lifting up the world cup, who would have thought otherwise?

Paris was vibrant all day, the city is in a state of euphoria, suddenly the thoughts of burning French flags are as far gone as the worries of France not getting through the group stages. There are flags ever where, the champs lesay is completely covered with people face paint all over blue, white and red everywhere. The nation was united, and the politicians praying for a victory to put it all behind.

I guess the day was somewhat a mess, hundreds of thousands descended down to the centre of Paris in search of a place to watch the game. The bars were full, the restaurants were full, and even the tiny 14″ TV screens had a crowed of at least 100 people surrounding it and watching every kick of the ball.

I guess being an England fan, this is the closest feeling I will get to my country playing in the world cup final. Its electric. But I am certain the French could have done more to accommodate their nation in watching this game.

So as I strolled the streets of Paris, with people going in every direction and time ticking for everyone to find a place to watch the match. Stopping people doesn’t help, no one knows! Finally a saviour, a French lady who spoke good English was also looking for a place and had a good idea where we can go – from bar to bar we go, until eventually we manage to sneak into a restaurant, strategically crewel between crowds of people, stand at the bar and get prime position for the game!

All around people are full of opinions about the Italians, “they are masters at dramatics”, “they belong in the theatre”, “they are all thieves” – they were all united in their hatred for the Italians, it seemed to be personal – Italians non! France oui!

This surly would be ZZ’s day? and what do you know, after just 7 minutes France get a penalty and ZZ steps up to start the inevitable historic ride of winning another world cup. As he kicked the ball, for a moment a brief moment, you could hear the silence as the ball floated, was it in, and was it out? The whole scene was in slow motion – then suddenly as the net ripples the crowed ignited in cheers, whistles, screams, and hugs! But to be honest I think everyone was surprised by the goal that the celebrations seemed a little confused – we’re winning?! Already?! Really? Fuck it – Vive Le France!

But then the stats come to mind, Italy get to the final every 12 years, and win every 24th….this is the 24th! Yet France has never lost a world cup final? history is going to go wrong somewhere…question is where, well Italy provide a powerful clue not so long later by a very well scored goal which shocked the whole city. Silence – MERDE!!!!

Then the story takes a nasty turn, it’s no longer going to plan, Italy start to dominate, and France just can’t score. Then…? Well in spectacular fashion, if one man will never be forgotten, he certainly won’t now. ZZ, the man whose story this is, stamps his seal on this, after a spell of verbal abuse between metarazzi and zidane; it seems the French captain loses his head – literally by throwing it at metarazzi’s chest – knocking him straight of his feet!

So what on earth could possibly cause a man such as ZZ, Captain of his country in the world cup final, in his last game ever in professional football, to do what is so obviously an offence that will send him off when his country needs him the most? Is this going to be the story of what ifs? England comes back to mind….Rooney anyone?

But where as in England Rooneys sending off was followed by despair and shock, the French gave no care, shouts of ZZ we love you, and zidanes name rang unanimously through out the whole of central Paris. This man was loved no matter what he does – he shall not be forgotten – he made sure of that.

It even seems that the penalties that ensued are somewhat of a side show to the question of – what did he say to ZZ?

As France loses the penalty shoot outs, silence, sadness, and shock – but then a lovely sight of the place clapping – clapping for Italys win, great sportsmanship by the fans – I was extremely impressed.

Then me and my guide go for a stroll through the area, no one seems to know what to do, everyone is either sad or shocked, somewhat speechless, the flags are no longer raised, and are suddenly dragging along the ground – the party had ended – rudely – suddenly Rome was the place to be.

The champs lesay is a river of people, all not quite sure where to go, this nation had defiantly lost, and lacked any form of direction for the night. All that was left to do was to hold your head in your hands, look up at the sky, and ask “what the fuck did he say?” – Time to go home.

p.s. London is so much better than France by night, at least we can get home, in Paris after 1am you are stranded, no more transport – somewhat disappointing should you wish to visit a nightclub.

Another night comes to a close – an active day, a real rollercoaster of emotions through the day.

Tomorrow we will look at something more cultural – the Louvre!

Until then – Au rouvoir!

Here is the dilema….i dislike the french. Other than the french accent on a sexy french female speaking ENGLISH, i have a strong dislike of the french .

Another dilema, no night buses! wtf, what’s that all about, how on earth can you go clubbing if you cant get back home – maybe the fact that each time we come here we’re forced to stay in the middle of no where does not help.

Well lets hope today will be a better day, if france win the world cup then i guess we’re going to be seeing a damn good party….but why do i have the sensation that this will all go slightly sour!

The problem with animals is that there is not very much distinction between the two genders apart from maybe chickens/roosters and lions/lionesses. This in my opinion makes it easier for most animals to keep their homosexuality a secret to humans at the very least and somewhat gives them homosexual camouflage from us. In other words we may actually have been witness to same gender lovemaking on one of Attenboroughs wildlife programmes with out actually being aware of it.

Anyway enough of that and more focus on the question seeing as I have yet to make any progress on an answer. So the only real way i’m gonna answer this is through absurdity analysis i.e. entertain the idea of specific animals being gay and determine whether its absurd or not. This is a tried and tested method and a very scientific/objective approach to this question. OK so lets begin:

Can tigers be gay? Don’t be Absurd. An animal as viscious and ruthless as a tiger does not really exhibit any gay charecteristcs.

Can dogs be gay? Not so absurd. From my understanding of dogs they will hump anything with/without a pulse. They even have the unique behaviour of trans-species homosexuality i.e. a male dog humping a male human and you don’t need the discovery channel to know this exists. This then raises the quesion “what would stop them humping a same sex dog.” “Nothing” thats what.

Can Fish be gay? Don’t be absurd. Fish are to expressionless, have zero emotion and aren’t even capable of making a sound without using their environment. Where as gay people as well know are quite flamboyant, very emotional and sometimes loud.

Can birds be gay? Undecided. There is two ways to look as this. First birds are very athletic and masters of speed at least the flying ones are anyway and very family orientated (how may times have we all seen a bird feeding her chirping young ones on TV) which destances them quite well from homosexuality had it not been for their ability to fly, which brings me to the second way of looking at this. Now we all know that all men in the airline industry bar the pilots are guaranteed to by gay. With a birds primary form of transport being flying this doesn’t look so good for them.

The only coclusion that can be drawn from absurdity analysis is that “Yes, some animals can be gay” and the only way to further investigate this hypothesis I’ll need to spend a number of years studying chickens because of their lack of homosexual camouflage, something I might save for my retirement years so until then…

SOME ANIMALS CAN BE GAY

I’d love to hear others thoughts on this

Yet in 2 weeks on this site, i have seen more racism than i have in all my 23 years of rather happy existence. Am not saying it’s a huge amount just rather petty and pathetic.

they range from comments such as “fuck off English pig” from a guy who clearly looks like he belonged in a sty himself (and probably regularly rolls around in mud). to “you’re all going to die” – “WHITE POWER”.

no kurienes esi/?:)
From: Didzis Gicevičs (Dublis)
white pride world wide!! greetings from Latvia. Fuckin’ shitface! u all gonna die!!!! nobody survives, no future for u! Asshole… I’m sorry, maybe I’m not right, but thats what my thougts r. But anyway u all gonna die!!!!! 14/88

I find it rather entertaining due to the fact that the guy attempts rather racist insults and then seems to feel some sort of apology is needed in the middle of further insults.

It got me thinking that this is rather strange, the guy’s initial comments to me were regarding where i am from, and then saying he was “worried about Latvian girls”. a very interesting comment…

i live in an area of London which is full of east Europeans (i live in a house with 6 east European women), and a lot of Latvians are around. And there is a constant pattern, a very clear pattern….a strange dislike for east European guys, not necessarily the “looks” more the attitude, and if this is the kind of people you gotta put up with i hardly find it surprising.

The other interesting observation is the kind of guys these women all end up with. every east European girl i have met so far (apart from one!) has had a strong attraction and a rather long string of relationships with guys who are NOT white.

So very different stories.

I attempt to get a conversation with the guy, i said, OK well here is your chance to convince me of “white power” tell me why you think like that and am open to it…

wanna guess his comment?

“man pohuj:)”

as far as i can tell it’s something along the lines of “i dont care”.

So is this kind of opinion widespread, large or even common in east Europe? is it seen often or is this just a case of being “extremely” unlucky to have such coincidence occur on this site?

Enlighten me!

[Blow is a second blog entry after various comments]

See many describe the problem due to the change and the influx of people coming over to the country, yet surly this was the same country that under the soviet union wanted opening and freedom? one that wanted to have change, and not remain stagnant the way it was, one that does not want to have to last on food tokens for bread. Latvia just like many of the ex soviet nations wanted away, why? to change.

But surly the issue of racism is not one that can be justified by the single means of “change”. Racism is not a common human nature, you can’t just hate indiscriminately there must be a cause behind it.

The main issue here is respect, and a lack of it. We are in a multicultural world, where each person is really identified by their actions. I can state my dislike for black people for example, but only for the reason of being victimised or seeing others troubled by them. Yet it creates a general opinion of caution within myself, which does not necessarily mean i will blanket every other black person with this opinion.

As a matter of respect, you must provide each person no matter who with the chance to show who they are, not merely judging by their colour, culture nor race.

My problem here is the lack of answers, fair enough, have an extreme opinion, no one will stop you, nor do i wish to stop peoples opinions, but i would at least like someone who thinks in such extreme manners to at least explain a justification for their actions.

What is it about “others” the people dislike? Surly people should see that in our world we would not exist nor would we be entertained without people from multiple cultures.

Take for example sports, boxing as one, it is predominantly rules by people who are not white, yet it is followed and entertained by many. Things ranging through the academics, the creators of chemistry were the Arabs, the masters of mathematics were the Greeks, economics is something that the japanese excel in.

Together as a whole we create a world we live in, so how on earth can people justify such thoughts. is it a lack of intelligence, i don’t think so, it’s merely a lack of respect. The lack of intelligence comes when one becomes a mere sheep in a flock following blindly what others might tell or preach to them. That is a danger when a human is unable to comprehend normal thoughts themselves, but relay on others to think for them, and they merely act like sheep or parrots in mimicking other peoples thoughts of actions.

I would challenge anyone who has extreme thoughts such as racism to attempt to justify why they feel the way they do.

But with this said, i maintain the belief that each person is free to their own opinion and freedom of speech, but my only request of others in this world, is to at least put thought and heart into their actions and opinions before attempting to express them to others.

We live in a world where each person we meet enlightens us that little bit more, living in a single race culture would surly eventually be boring, the amount we can each learn from each other is immense and my true feelings and thoughts in life is that each person we meet helps us understand who we are and what we are doing, we grow with each meeting and experience.

So for one to try and hide themselves within a certain group or sect is one who is missing out on such a great experience that life can provide for us.

There is no justification for racism, just petty excuses, and one which says that it is due to change i highly disagree with, as it is not within human nature, this issue has been deeply impregnated way before a change occurred.