Dimanche glandouille...

J'ai rien foutue du Week End, c'est horrible en plus il arrive une semaine qui va être constitué de glandage à 70%, en plus je me suis occupé de la FreeBox, donc demain j'envoie et y'a plus qu'à attendre ! Normalement si je me demerde bien, Mardi je vais voir Matrix Revolution ! (Enfin...)
J'ai trouvé une vidéo assez sympa, sur la manière de se garer (nécessite QuickTime), j'ai trouvé ça rigolo donc je vous en fait profiter ! (Ca me rappelle les "Blues Brothers" pour ceux qui connaissent !)
Bon, sinon, le mini site de la BerKinRo avance petit à petit, donc je vous préviendrai quand :

Je l'aurais fini

Le comics commencera !

Et pour finir en beauté ce Week End, je vous propose de lire les paroles d'une chansons de Rage Against The Machine (RATM pour les intimes !) que j'adore, c'est Bullet In The Head.

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set commands ya
Said it was blue
When ya blood was read
That's how ya got a bullet blasted through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralised
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerised
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise

They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Run it!

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Check-a, check-a, check it out
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
And then play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say how high
Ya brain-dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high
Yeah
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Uggh! Yeah! Yea!

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head

A bullet in ya head
A bullet in ya head
Ya gotta bullet in ya fuckin' head!
Yeah!
Yeah! (Sustained to end of drum roll)

Pour ceux qui comprennent pas trop l'anglais, vous pouvez trouver une traduction approximative ici