Pour citer le journal du geek : "GSM/EDGE/3G/HSDPA/WiFi g avec un clavier coulissant, un GPS intégré, un APN de 5 Megapixels avec une optique Carl Zeiss, un écran de 2,6" avec une résolution QVGA et 16 millions de couleurs, puce graphique ATI 3D, haut-parleurs 3D, 150Mo de mémoire interne, port mémoire microSD, port mini-USB et un prix de 550€ HT pour une disponibilité le premier trimestre 2007"
Voilà, ça va faire mal quoi... Un pub pour bien clarifier tout ça ? Y'a k'a demander !
Bon et comme vous êtes exigents, voilà un clien d'oeil sur la fonction jeu... Bon, on est loin de la PSP mais l'avenir ne serait-il quand même pas à la convergence ?
mercredi, décembre 27, 2006
dimanche, décembre 24, 2006
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker In My Hair
Pas forcémment fan des crédeaux "comme c'était mieux avant", je reste comme même bien impressionné par cette petite chanson... bien sympathique.
Enfin ! Pas de surenchère electro, rythmique ou orchestrale mais retour à l'instrument principal : la voie. La preuve qu'il est encore possible de faire un carton avec un authentique talent (même si je suis certain qu'il a a fallu allonger sur les frais marketing, mais bon...). Bref, elle envoie la petite. Son nom ? Sandi Thom. Si vous souhaitez passer un ptit moment bien frais...
Les paroles :
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born to lead and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born to lead to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born to lead and to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born to lead to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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