<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955</id><updated>2012-02-15T21:45:46.022-02:00</updated><category term='q'/><title type='text'>No Caso</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1056</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6087668504477233197</id><published>2012-02-14T11:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:10:13.203-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/val.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 791px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/val.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/brunete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 795px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/brunete.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Máscaras das mulheres ricas pra você sair arrasando na folia com cara de rica e, é claro, tomando champagne, né? Hello! Minhas preferidas, Val e Brunete estão aqui. Você pode baixar as outras &lt;a href="http://www.band.com.br/bandfolia/arquivos/mascaras.zip"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Se tiver preguiça de imprimir, pode achar suas máscaras na 25 de Março (em SP) ou no Saara (RJ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6087668504477233197?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6087668504477233197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6087668504477233197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6087668504477233197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6087668504477233197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/pra-animar-o-carnaval.html' title='pra animar o carnaval'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4014257247240231745</id><published>2012-02-12T20:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:19:26.678-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tYFHAvULvJ0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essa é, sem sombra de dúvidas, a melhor apresentação da Whitney Houston na minha opinião. Poderosa, iluminada, e com o talento ainda imaculado pelas drogas (que ela começou a usar na época do auge da sua fama com o sucesso do filme O Guarda-Costas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem muita coisa que queria dizer sobre a Whitney e sua carreira, e talvez o faça lá na frente quando estiver recuperado do choque. Por enquanto, acho melhor a gente ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Descanse em paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4014257247240231745?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4014257247240231745/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4014257247240231745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4014257247240231745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4014257247240231745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tYFHAvULvJ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1295782881018253551</id><published>2012-02-09T17:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:33:39.046-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lL1TbMAPbF0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os Olhos De Laura Mars é um filme que eu adoro, e de que &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2009/03/dicas-no-caso.html"&gt;já falei aqui&lt;/a&gt;. O visual do filme é todo maravilhoso, bem do finzinho dos anos 70, e quem gosta de moda e fotografia tem que assistir. E ainda tem uma música inédita da Barbra Streisand nos créditos. A Ladyhawke, cujo primeiro disco &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2008/10/listas.html"&gt;eu adorei&lt;/a&gt;, também deve curtir bastante o filme, pois está lançando seu novo trabalho e o clipe de divulgação é TODO feito em cima de cenas dele. Acho legal isso. Embora não seja realmente um trabalho criativo, é bacana porque pode fazer com que a meninada vá procurar a referência original, né? Tipo a Jennifer Lopez fez com Flashdance há dez anos, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pms9PrL67Gw"&gt;lembra&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1295782881018253551?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1295782881018253551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1295782881018253551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1295782881018253551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1295782881018253551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/pra-animar-semana_09.html' title='pra animar a semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lL1TbMAPbF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8960547458013940466</id><published>2012-02-09T16:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:35:29.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/AlKaIpHCQAE_ocy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/AlKaIpHCQAE_ocy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todos vocês (2 pessoas) que frequentam assiduamente este blog sabem que já se fez de um tudo com a estampa monogramada da Louis Vuitton. Já teve &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2010/08/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html"&gt;casa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2009/08/produtos-surreais.html"&gt;hashi&lt;/a&gt;, papel higiênico e &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/produtos-surreais.html"&gt;máscara do Jason&lt;/a&gt;. Agora (tchan-tchan-tchan) eis que surgem as &lt;a href="http://www.gafollowers.com/louis-vuitton-condoms-debut/"&gt;camisinhas LV&lt;/a&gt;. Essa época de carnaval somos bombardeados por anúncios de sexo seguro, e é uma boa época para surgir esta notícia, mas podem ir tirando o seu ___________ da ________, porque os preservativos de luxo só estarão à venda no fim do ano. A caixinha com 12 custará 68 dólares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8960547458013940466?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8960547458013940466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8960547458013940466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8960547458013940466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8960547458013940466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-414447867806318169</id><published>2012-02-09T16:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T17:36:45.278-02:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia: macaulay culkin edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/macaulayculkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 673px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/macaulayculkin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sempre achei o Macaulay um gato e sempre achei que faria. Mesmo em épocas mais obscuras. Depois de ver esta foto hoje dele circulando por Nova Iorque, tive que rever meus conceitos. Tá na cara que ele saiu de um chillout daqueles de três dias, né? Por isso, crianças, lembrem-se sempre dos conselhos do tio No Caso: não usem drogas, durmam bem e alimentem-se direitinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-414447867806318169?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/414447867806318169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=414447867806318169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/414447867806318169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/414447867806318169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/susto-do-dia-macauley-culkin-edition.html' title='susto do dia: macaulay culkin edition'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6919699891128725100</id><published>2012-02-03T12:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:09:03.426-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de semana: vício!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cItHOl5LRWg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6919699891128725100?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6919699891128725100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6919699891128725100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6919699891128725100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6919699891128725100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana-vicio.html' title='pra animar o fim de semana: vício!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cItHOl5LRWg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4368045218682981992</id><published>2012-02-01T11:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:13:04.379-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8bFK986sLaI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem querer dar uma de Código Da Vinci com vocês, mas a verdade é que tudo está nos padrões, gente. A gente começa a perceber padrões que se repetem por aí, que podem muito bem ser influenciados por algo ou alguém específico, ou só "coincidências" mesmo, coisas que estão aí no inconsciente coletivo. Outro dia mesmo falei no &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-animar-semana-quem-viver-verao.html"&gt;remix do Dimitri From Paris&lt;/a&gt;, que era super 1987, e tal. Daí me vem esse ELIOT, que eu ainda não sei bem quem é, e me faz esse remix ABSURDO de Prisoner Of Love, faixa do álbum de estreia do trio Jessica 6. Não à toa, o remix se chama 1987 e parece mesmo que saiu de um disco da Taylor Dayne. Então aproveita que fevereiro está começando agora, e é um mês de alegria pra muita gente, faz a sua melhor pose de Garota do Fantástico, e aperta o play pra começar a diversão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4368045218682981992?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4368045218682981992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4368045218682981992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4368045218682981992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4368045218682981992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/02/pra-animar-semana.html' title='pra animar a semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8bFK986sLaI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7646363261429775447</id><published>2012-01-27T17:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:14:51.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1LCbkyPs17M?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gente, o verão de 1982 está bombando. É o verão da volta do romantismo, é o verão da praia de Ipanema, entre o posto 9 e a Vinícius (ex-Montenegro). Muita roda de poesia, muito amor pra dar, vender, declarar e declamar. Talvez seja porque eu não participe tanto dos verões como se deve, mas quando foi que acabou o tempo dos verões temáticos? Qual é o tema do verão 2012, hã? Alguém? Pois então, aqui proclamo: o verão 2012 é o verão novo-neo-back-to-the-future-romântico, pode ser? Acho que tá faltando e qualquer hora é boa pra resgatar. Venha que será um barato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bL-7WayQcCs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7646363261429775447?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7646363261429775447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7646363261429775447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7646363261429775447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7646363261429775447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-animar-o-verao.html' title='pra animar o verão'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1LCbkyPs17M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3535517917150872976</id><published>2012-01-24T21:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:42:31.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/stacoxinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 458px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/stacoxinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que a imaginação humana não tem mesmo limites, né? Outro dia mesmo conhecemos a &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/produtos-surreais_19.html"&gt;fantástica coxinha de chocolate&lt;/a&gt;, e eis que hoje chega até a redação a &lt;a href="http://www.santacoxinha.com.br/"&gt;Santa Coxinha&lt;/a&gt;, que está completando 30 anos aqui em São Paulo. Além de propagar que têm a melhor coxinha da cidade (ou seja, do mundo), eles também oferecem mais de 50 sabores do salgado. Pense num recheio: provavelmente ele existe. Alguns dos mais exóticos incluem costela no bafo, berinjela com tomate seco, couve com aliche, salmão, rabada com parmesão e feijoada. As iguarias podem ter a massa de batata, de mandioca, ou até mesmo sem massa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas não pense que a loja oferece apenas as famosas coxinhas. Também podem ser saboreados sanduíches, como o Ultra X-Tudão, com 2,5 kg de muita alegria. Eu disse dois quilos e meio. A melhor forma de acompanhar esta fiesta gastronômica é com as cervejas diferenciadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lembrando a todos que o &lt;a href="http://www.santacoxinha.com.br/"&gt;Santa Coxinha&lt;/a&gt; é um restaurante "slow-food. Aguarde, pois a espera valerá a pena."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que está esperando? Faça já o seu pedido e experimente essas delícias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3535517917150872976?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3535517917150872976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3535517917150872976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3535517917150872976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3535517917150872976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/produtos-surreais_24.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1120005864465581796</id><published>2012-01-24T21:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:50:38.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2012/1/23/da3cea55-92bb-4937-b100-40efd62dc7ce_thumb.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 434px;" src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2012/1/23/da3cea55-92bb-4937-b100-40efd62dc7ce_thumb.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vocês vão me julgar se eu disser que quero uma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1120005864465581796?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1120005864465581796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1120005864465581796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1120005864465581796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1120005864465581796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1847080577791588333</id><published>2012-01-23T11:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:24:41.342-02:00</updated><title type='text'>listas! pra animar o verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/vero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/vero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Verão é aquela coisa que vocês já sabem, né? Sol, praia, garotas, e muita diversão. A trilha sonora de tudo isso tem que ser bem escolhida, senão corre o risco de colocar tudo a perder. Já pensou você naquela ilha paradisíaca com ash gatash mais iradash e tocando Adele ao fundo? Nós de No Caso não queremos que isso aconteça, por isso perguntamos aqui na redação quais são os discos mais quentes da estação, aqueles pra você fazer aquela linha "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWsF16w2J4E"&gt;rolei na areia e fiquei louca&lt;/a&gt;". Não esqueçam de passar o Noskote, tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo-Fi-Fnk - The Last Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monarchy - Around The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patrick Stump - Soul Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Penguin Prison - Penguin Prison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prince - Dance 4 Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sneaky Sound System - From Here To Anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Rapture - Sail Away (Remixes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sound Of Arrows - Voyage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tropics - Parodia Flare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VHS Or Beta - Diamonds And Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1847080577791588333?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1847080577791588333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1847080577791588333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1847080577791588333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1847080577791588333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/listas-pra-animar-o-verao.html' title='listas! pra animar o verão'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2783571673013541555</id><published>2012-01-19T16:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:18:09.422-02:00</updated><title type='text'>uma tarde com Elis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Elis2Blogcpiacpia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 413px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Elis2Blogcpiacpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durante essa madrugada insone, em meio àqueles pensamentos confusos e persistentes, surgiu a ideia de visitar o endereço em que Elis Regina morou até a manhã da sua morte, em 19 de janeiro de 1982. O dia, assim como quase todos desse verão atípico, amanheceu nublado e assim permaneceu até a hora em que andei da Avenida Paulista até o edifício da Rua Melo Alves, nos Jardins. À medida em que me aproximava do número 668, sentia o tempo abrir e ficar cada vez mais quente, como naquela brincadeira que indica que o local marcado está perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/C360_2012-01-19-15-17-49_orgcpiacpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 747px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O prédio de Elis hoje parece simples, perto de todas as imponentes construções neoclássicas que se ergueram na última década. Mas na Melo Alves de 82, parecia um lugar bem calmo, cercado praticamente só de casas numa rua tranquila. Ideal para se criar três filhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tenho como esconder que me decepcionei um pouco ao chegar ali. Não havia um único fã, uma única vela, uma flor. Pessoas iam e vinham alheias ao local e à data de hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;Um agente da CET multava um carro estacionado em frente ao edifício. Um homem passeava seu cachorro. Uma senhora entrou na garagem de táxi. Será que as pessoas esqueceram mesmo daquela que é a maior cantora que o Brasil já ouviu? Será que ainda não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimosegundo.ig.com.br/cultura/musica/impacto-da-morte-de-elis-regina-ainda-nao-foi-totalmente-avaliad/n1597580145908.html" style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;avaliamos bem o impacto da perda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt; dessa artista, como observou Pedro Alexandre Sanches? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;Não havia mesmo um Strawberry Fields nem nada que pudesse preservar a memória de Elis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então eis que um casal, em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt; torno dos 50 anos, vem caminhando em direção ao prédio, pára exatamente em frente à portaria e começa a discutir, aos berros. O homem (que, por um momento, pensei que pudesse ser a Rita Lee disfarçada) se senta no canteiro da guarita do porteiro e se recusa a seguir adiante. Opa!, p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;ensei, olha o sinal que eu estava esperando, a energia da Pimentinha. Pensei nas brigas que ela deve ter tido naquele mesmo lugar, tarde da noite. Pensei numa pessoa que estava se entorpecendo para fugir dos conflitos, da dor, da incerteza. Uma pessoa que se recusava a seguir adiante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/C360_2012-01-19-15-32-17cpiacpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acendi um cigarro e continuei ob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;servando o casal. A senhora também se sentou e conversou calmamente com o homem, que, resignado, finalmente levantou-se e surpreendeu-se com a placa que havia debaixo dos seus pés. Ao ler o nome de Elis Regina, perguntou ao porteiro se era ali que tinha vivido a estrela que morreu quando ele estava começando a viver. Mudou de feição imediatamente, tirou foto da placa e saiu com a esposa, feliz. Dei minha peregrinação por completa e saí, também, feliz por saber que Elis ainda est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;á ali, e aqui, e lá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;causando o mesmo turbilhão de emoções que sentia e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-size: 130%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;passava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; "&gt; passa pra nós em forma de canto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/C360_2012-01-19-15-21-04cpiacpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amor não tem que se acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tpFpXKypIiU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2783571673013541555?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2783571673013541555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2783571673013541555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2783571673013541555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2783571673013541555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-tarde-com-elis.html' title='uma tarde com Elis'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tpFpXKypIiU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1745466188092351815</id><published>2012-01-17T20:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:58:24.389-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e a animação não para</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aahVdM6418/TxSd9jkUNiI/AAAAAAAAGEI/2qV4N7EvF_M/s1600/Peaches+-+Casablanca+Re-Works.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aahVdM6418/TxSd9jkUNiI/AAAAAAAAGEI/2qV4N7EvF_M/s1600/Peaches+-+Casablanca+Re-Works.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque a gente tá precisando de uma &lt;a href="http://meadd.com/juliananatura/1138802"&gt;tigela de ânimo da Natura&lt;/a&gt; hoje, né? A Casablanca Records é provavelmente minha gravadora favorita em todo o sempre. Pense numa música mega-famosa dos tempos da discothèque: há uma boa chance de ter sido lançada pela Casablanca. Donna Summer, Village People, &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-darling_20.html"&gt;Cher&lt;/a&gt;, Giorgio Moroder e muito mais fizeram parte do selo. Existe uma coletânea de 4 CDs chamada &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-casablanca-records-story/id3583075"&gt;The Casablanca Records Story&lt;/a&gt;, procurem por aí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tá, mas e aí? Aí que semana passada saiu esta pequena homenagem refazendo/relendo alguns dos hits da legendária gravadora, chamada Casablanca Reworks, cujo carro-chefe é a música Maniac, da trilha sonora de Flashdance, e eu pensei: "Opa! Mexeu com Flashdance, mexeu comigo!" Mas não é que a nova versão com os vocais da Peaches tem lá a sua graça? Gostei, sim, e o vídeo foge do óbvio de tentar replicar &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-darling.html"&gt;os movimentos da Alex no filme&lt;/a&gt;. Vejam e me contem o que acharam, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nbcsT4ireEo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1745466188092351815?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1745466188092351815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1745466188092351815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1745466188092351815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1745466188092351815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-animacao-nao-para.html' title='e a animação não para'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--aahVdM6418/TxSd9jkUNiI/AAAAAAAAGEI/2qV4N7EvF_M/s72-c/Peaches+-+Casablanca+Re-Works.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2563602911451259539</id><published>2012-01-17T19:13:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:53:19.130-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana: quem viver, verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/holy-ghost-debut-1024x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/holy-ghost-debut-1024x1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei, gente, que a semana tá sendo bem chochinha. Aliás, esse verão todo, né? Assim como a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx0dsNsD_Hk"&gt;Simony&lt;/a&gt;, se eu pudesse, meu corpo viraria sol; minha mente viraria sol. Mas só chove, chove. A única coisa que a gente pode fazer é ouvir músicas que coloquem a gente pra cima, pra ensolarar nosso humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha dica de hoje fica com o pessoal do &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Holy-Ghost/65481678071"&gt;Holy Ghost&lt;/a&gt;, que lança seu &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/RB7pOymUDyE"&gt;novo trabalho&lt;/a&gt; na semana que vem. A faixa-título você ouve e baixa de graça aqui, ó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" src="http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F31743430&amp;auto_play=false&amp;show_artwork=true&amp;color=002eff" frameborder="0" &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como se não bastasse ainda tem o remix absurdo do Dimitri From Paris (meu DJ favorito EVER) fazendo a linha "vamos celebrar como se fosse 1987."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" src="http://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F33547360&amp;auto_play=false&amp;show_artwork=true&amp;color=002eff" frameborder="0" &gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por falar em 1987, se você curte essa vibe, corre lá no nosso &lt;a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/nocaso/no-caso-mixtape-freestyle/"&gt;mixtape Freestyle&lt;/a&gt; e aposto que vai ser verão DENTRO de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2563602911451259539?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2563602911451259539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2563602911451259539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2563602911451259539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2563602911451259539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-animar-semana-quem-viver-verao.html' title='pra animar a semana: quem viver, verão'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5124710798147809474</id><published>2012-01-11T15:40:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T15:46:47.054-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PGeH95zv1hc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que o vídeo não é novidade para muitos de vocês, mas eu só recebi e assisti essa semana. É isso que eu gosto de ver na televisão, gente. Me lembrou os saudosos programas Em Revista, TV Fantasia, Kássia Franco e tantos outros que fizeram/fazem a minha e a sua alegria. Quero mais auto-estima, quero mais Dra. Gláucia. Juro que se a televisão tivesse mais disso eu ia correndo sair pra comprar um aparelho pra minha casa. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5124710798147809474?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5124710798147809474/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5124710798147809474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5124710798147809474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5124710798147809474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-sei-o-que-dizer_11.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PGeH95zv1hc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2148625624240861766</id><published>2012-01-10T10:09:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T10:35:07.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/il0o6wU0UA0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que tudo que existe no universo está relacionado à Madonna (pelo menos pra mim). E eu fico muito feliz que o novo hit de nossos queridos 1e99 featuring the one and only Gretchen, a musa disco diva, esteja fazendo tanto sucesso e repercutindo positivamente pelas internets. Corta pra você pensando: "tá, ok, mas o que o cool tem a ver com as calças, ou seja, com a Madonna?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu vos digo, tolinhos, que não são as referências mais fáceis que vocês pescaram. Claro, só o trecho "nobody knows me" já valeria. Ou de repente o "I know you've been waiting", citação de Everybody. Mas o que I'm Cool mais me lembra é uma obscura canção da Rainha chamada Queen's English, que ela deu para seus bailarinos da turnê Blonde Ambition (Jose e Luis) gravarem. Toda vez que eu começo a cantar "my name is Gretchen" faço um mashup mental com "my name is Jose". Eu acho Queen's English despretensiosa e divertida, deveria ter tido mais exposição na época. Se você não conhece, vamos voltar aos 90's apertando o play aqui embaixo. Vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kv4nCDbdBV8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2148625624240861766?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2148625624240861766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2148625624240861766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2148625624240861766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2148625624240861766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/pra-animar-semana.html' title='pra animar a semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/il0o6wU0UA0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8610254930755036362</id><published>2012-01-03T12:16:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T12:36:28.154-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/portasfuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 657px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/portasfuck.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois das concessionárias &lt;a href="http://www.fiatfuck.com.br/2010/index.php"&gt;Fuck Fiat&lt;/a&gt;, eis que surgem as portas Fuck. Até agora não sei se são portas eróticas ou furiosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8610254930755036362?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8610254930755036362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8610254930755036362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8610254930755036362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8610254930755036362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6972563318726070301</id><published>2011-12-19T17:17:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:23:53.324-02:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8NjbGr2nk2c?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem apaga 48 velinhas hoje é nossa forever-musa Jennifer Beals. Mesmo que ela nunca mais tivesse atuado na vida, mesmo que tivesse caído do globo terrestre, Jennifer sempre seria (e será) lembrada por Flashdance, que é o filme de dança preferido de crianças que cresceram nos anos 80. Todas (eu disse todas!) se tornaram gays depois, lógico, o que é motivo ainda maior de orgulho para todos nós. Obrigado, Alex/Jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: Esta cena que resolvi postar, além de clássica, gera debate até hoje aqui na redação. Tem quem jure de pé junto que o "reflexo" da Alex no espelho é, na verdade, uma outra dançarina. "Olha lá, como ela se abaixa atrasado! É espelho falso, sim!" E aí, o que vocês acham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6972563318726070301?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6972563318726070301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6972563318726070301&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6972563318726070301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6972563318726070301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8NjbGr2nk2c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6000950626328224966</id><published>2011-12-19T17:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:16:59.212-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/coxinha1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 774px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/coxinha1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apresentamos a fantástica coxinha absurda de chocolate (recheios de Suflair, Nutella, e muito mais!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6000950626328224966?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6000950626328224966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6000950626328224966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6000950626328224966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6000950626328224966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/produtos-surreais_19.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5137395818848658489</id><published>2011-12-15T11:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T11:08:45.704-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eVUSl7no6cI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Direto do túnel do tempo, 18 anos atrás, vem RuPaul's Christmas Ball, com as presenças ilustrésimas de Elton John, Boy George e the one and only La Toya Jackson. Eu não devo saber mesmo nada da vida, porque por mim esse especial seria reprisado todos os anos, junto com o do Charlie Brown e o da Rena do Nariz Vermelho no SBT. Obrigado São YouTube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5137395818848658489?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5137395818848658489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5137395818848658489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5137395818848658489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5137395818848658489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/pra-animar-o-fim-de-ano.html' title='pra animar o fim de ano'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eVUSl7no6cI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4490051221092358011</id><published>2011-12-14T20:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:57:35.073-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/cuelcinha.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 437px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/cuelcinha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sem enrolar muito na introdução, apresento-lhes &lt;a href="http://www.cuelcinha.com.br/"&gt;Cuelcinha&lt;/a&gt;! Isto mesmo: você que usa cuecas e sempre morreu de vontade de experimentar uma calcinha agora pode realizar seus desejos sem nenhum constrangimento. Cuelcinha foi feita pra você que acredita que "&lt;a href="http://www.cuelcinha.com.br/quem_somos.php"&gt;beleza, elegância e bem-estar podem caminhar juntos&lt;/a&gt;". Suas Cuelcinhas podem ser &lt;a href="http://www.cuelcinha.com.br/index.php"&gt;compradas online&lt;/a&gt;, com todo o conforto e segurança. Garanta já a sua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4490051221092358011?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4490051221092358011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4490051221092358011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4490051221092358011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4490051221092358011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-616886059170658081</id><published>2011-12-08T17:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T18:16:35.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'>a maravilhosa cozinha contemporânea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntuHNT_Ov54/TuEa32ZTUII/AAAAAAAABio/PohB5a5Kyz8/s1600/mexido.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntuHNT_Ov54/TuEa32ZTUII/AAAAAAAABio/PohB5a5Kyz8/s400/mexido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683853751515041922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E por falar em Vitória, acho que finalmente chegaram à ilha aqueles cardápios "modernos" em que parece ganhar o prato que for descrito da maneira mais escalafobética. Nós de No Caso já rimos há anos disso, desde quando caiu em nossas mãos o cardápio do restaurante Pecado, comandado por Checho Gonzáles (ex-Zazá). Era Vermelho na folha de bananeira com manteiga de garrafa. Era namorado sobre leito de espinafres. Era musseline de baroa. Era farofinha disso, espuma daquilo. Eram amoras negras. Embora a intenção fosse claramente passar uma sofisticação, pra gente virou piada, lógico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anos depois, quando eu achava que essa moda tinha esfriado, eis que surge o restaurante Mexido, que acaba de inaugurar um "menu de tapas harmonizado com cervejas premium". Vamos acompanhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dourado de brie com redução de tangerina harmonizado com Hoergaarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini-polvo no crostini harmonizado com Eisenbahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini-tempurá de gengibre harmonizado com Erdinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peixe branco com salsa pico de galo em chips de cará harmonizada com Leffe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moedinha suína com picles de melancia harmonizada com Hacker-Pschorr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tapa de copa com fritinho de codorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Batata bolinha com ragú de linguiça de javali e creme azedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Será que agora entra pro eixo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-616886059170658081?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/616886059170658081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=616886059170658081&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/616886059170658081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/616886059170658081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/maravilhosa-cozinha-contemporanea.html' title='a maravilhosa cozinha contemporânea'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ntuHNT_Ov54/TuEa32ZTUII/AAAAAAAABio/PohB5a5Kyz8/s72-c/mexido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2969747782093246223</id><published>2011-12-08T14:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:25:53.215-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jWLvOR1DjF0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou absolutamente pas-sa-do com a festa de 15 anos de Ana Carolinne Mendes. E agora, Vitória?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2969747782093246223?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2969747782093246223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2969747782093246223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2969747782093246223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2969747782093246223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jWLvOR1DjF0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8008799648181442947</id><published>2011-11-29T12:59:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:11:37.412-02:00</updated><title type='text'>novela da vida real</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i0.ig.com/bancodeimagens/es/mm/bf/esmmbfknhvkm7ukc20kr1cb9y.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 652px; height: 408px;" src="http://i0.ig.com/bancodeimagens/es/mm/bf/esmmbfknhvkm7ukc20kr1cb9y.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que eu não assisto televisão, nem às novelas de que tanto gostava antigamente. Sabem por quê? Porque a melhor novela acontece na vida real, gente. A melhor história dos últimos tempos eclodiu na última semana, quando minha musa Val Marchiori anunciou que estava se separando do pai de seus filhos e, bem, não vou resumir pra vocês aqui porque cada detalhe é precioso. Pega a taça de champagne e vem, que é diversão garantida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gente.ig.com.br/exclusivo-val-marchiori-se-separa-de-marido-bilionario/n1597378848695.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22/11 - Val se separa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gente.ig.com.br/cansei-de-vela-delirar-diz-mulher-do-pai-dos-filhos-de-val-march/n1597381834675.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24/11 - D. Nylceia ataca Val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gente.ig.com.br/val-marchiori-ela-vai-ter-que-dividir-o-dinheirinho-comigo-sim/n1597382841887.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25/11 - Val contra-ataca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gente.ig.com.br/minha-relacao-com-val-marchiori-era-estritamente-sexual-diz-eval/n1597387912569.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29/11 - Evaldo Ulinski se pronuncia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E aí, gente? Val é a Maria de Fátima da vida real? Quem está dizendo a verdade? Quem está mentindo? Aguardem os próximos capítulos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8008799648181442947?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8008799648181442947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8008799648181442947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8008799648181442947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8008799648181442947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/11/novela-da-vida-real.html' title='novela da vida real'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8515856604417310470</id><published>2011-11-11T15:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:50:04.587-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcNL8GevXLg/Tr1gPS5VcRI/AAAAAAAABic/jiETivIcq0s/s1600/382969_2446777763207_1064795301_32692779_105622299_n.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcNL8GevXLg/Tr1gPS5VcRI/AAAAAAAABic/jiETivIcq0s/s400/382969_2446777763207_1064795301_32692779_105622299_n.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673796921443315986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8515856604417310470?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8515856604417310470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8515856604417310470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8515856604417310470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8515856604417310470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/11/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra animar o fim de semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcNL8GevXLg/Tr1gPS5VcRI/AAAAAAAABic/jiETivIcq0s/s72-c/382969_2446777763207_1064795301_32692779_105622299_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3051333343807664028</id><published>2011-11-10T13:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T14:00:18.662-02:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mariah Carey quer porque quer mostrar ao mundo que sim, recuperou o &lt;a href="http://cdn03.cdnwp.celebuzz.com/wp-content/uploads/legacy/celebuzz/default/large-msg-12574354567-3.jpg"&gt;corpo pré-gravidez&lt;/a&gt;. Ela se uniu ao famoso programa de emagrecimento Jenny Craig para mostrar como perdeu os quilinhos a mais da gestação dos gêmeos Moroccan e Monroe. Nossa preciosa butterfly revela suas formas neste vídeo promocional e... acho que não vi nada mais assustador este ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zz-kuq1KsXo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3051333343807664028?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3051333343807664028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3051333343807664028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3051333343807664028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3051333343807664028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/11/susto-do-dia.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zz-kuq1KsXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6349791214099475242</id><published>2011-11-08T17:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:39:24.770-02:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B9tshSME0WQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parker Posey vai ser pra sempre uma de minhas atrizes favoritas. Nosso amor começou com um dos meus filmes prediletos dos anos 90, Party Girl. É muito uma cápsula do tempo da época, gente. Mary, a personagem de Parker, só queria saber de festas e de dia tentava trabalhar numa biblioteca. Bom, eu, nos anos 90, também só queria saber de festas e trabalhava numa biblioteca. Daí meu amor imediato. Os looks, as festas, as músicas, a atmosfera, a ideologia da década, tudo está lá. Então, obrigado, Parker, e happy 43rd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6349791214099475242?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6349791214099475242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6349791214099475242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6349791214099475242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6349791214099475242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/B9tshSME0WQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7369630420130916061</id><published>2011-11-04T12:37:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:43:22.916-02:00</updated><title type='text'>além do limite</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/844543320/98b06ca7" width="560" height="250" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu esqueço que nem todo mundo que vem aqui me lê no twitter. Outro dia estava brincando no computador e postei lá esse trechinho que eu fiz remixando Borderline. É uma de minhas músicas favoritas da Madonna. Dá toda uma outra cara pra uma canção que todo mundo conhece, né? Eu gosto muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7369630420130916061?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7369630420130916061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7369630420130916061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7369630420130916061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7369630420130916061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/11/alem-do-limite.html' title='além do limite'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1393259745425521263</id><published>2011-10-28T13:27:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T13:32:32.725-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de semana (com arte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LrU3ttwfyiA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1393259745425521263?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1393259745425521263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1393259745425521263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1393259745425521263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1393259745425521263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana-com-arte.html' title='pra animar o fim de semana (com arte)'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LrU3ttwfyiA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8522395707946859841</id><published>2011-10-26T22:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:42:40.163-02:00</updated><title type='text'>bomba: beyoncé plagia rosana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O ano não está sendo muito bom para Beyoncé, né, gente? Pelo menos não no que diz respeito à credibilidade da moça. E nem estamos falando da gravidez que &lt;a href="http://sandrarose.com/2011/10/beyonces-prosthetic-baby-bump-folds-and-collapses-on-sunday-night-hd-video/beyonce-baby-bump-watch/"&gt;dizem ser falsa&lt;/a&gt;. Estamos falando de acusação atrás de acusação de plágio em todos os videos que ela lançou para promover seu disco &lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;. Tudo começou quando Beyoncé fez uma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2lqyqM00C8"&gt;apresentação arrasante&lt;/a&gt; nos Billboard Awards, que todo mundo amou. Porém, no dia seguinte, descobriu-se que a fofa havia surrupiado uma apresentação da cantora italiana &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkg6-dZVysM"&gt;Lorella Cuccarini&lt;/a&gt;. Depois veio o video de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XY3AvVgDns&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Countdown&lt;/a&gt;, cuja coreografia "homenageava" o trabalho da belga &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HaWxhbhH4c"&gt;Anne Teresa de Keersmaeker&lt;/a&gt;. Quando foi a hora de lançar o video para &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ob7vObnFUJc&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Love On Top&lt;/a&gt;, Beyoncé já se adiantou logo ao coro de copiona ao dizer que tinha, sim, se inspirado no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReI6gvzVP0Y&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;New Edition&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porém a cópia/homenagem mais inusitada de todas veio hoje, com o novo video para &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWCwc1_sYMY"&gt;Party&lt;/a&gt;. Bey se inspirou claramente em nossa deusa Rosana &lt;i&gt;circa&lt;/i&gt; 1996, quando lançou seu trabalho eletrônico-soul &lt;i&gt;Vende Peixe-se&lt;/i&gt;. Confiram as fotos e vejam se não constitui plágio descarado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/beyparty.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 398px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/beyparty2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 415px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Rosana-foto-para-CD-vende-se-peixe-1cpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 876px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Casaco peludo: check! Cabelo bouffant com luzes: check! Trailer trash ao fundo: check! Unhas coloridas irreverentes: check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rosana, querida, aproveita que &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-t-fcil-pra-ningum.html"&gt;não tá fácil pra ninguém&lt;/a&gt; e já processa logo, viu? Pede milhões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8522395707946859841?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8522395707946859841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8522395707946859841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8522395707946859841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8522395707946859841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/bomba-beyonce-plagia-rosana.html' title='bomba: beyoncé plagia rosana!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5350415692172056792</id><published>2011-10-23T11:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:53:29.094-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yTH3jB5QNho?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A prova mais irrefutável de que estamos mesmo vivendo em tempos caretas é que não existe um Sidney Magal em 2011. Não existe um artista que seja tão gay, mesmo sendo hetero, e que seja sexy para mulheres e bichas ao mesmo tempo, que não tenha que pedir desculpas por nada, que use roupas extravagantes, que dance e, principalmente, tenha apelo comercial de massa, vá a programas de auditório, tenha suas músicas no rádio e clipes no Fantástico. A parte boa de viver em 2011 é que temos acesso a tudo isso que já fomos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5350415692172056792?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5350415692172056792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5350415692172056792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5350415692172056792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5350415692172056792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/pra-animar-o-domingo.html' title='pra animar o domingo'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yTH3jB5QNho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3808786546424161811</id><published>2011-10-23T11:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:46:06.833-02:00</updated><title type='text'>falando de arte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Patrick-Nagel-Mandarin-e1269639792853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 412px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Patrick-Nagel-Mandarin-e1269639792853.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo que existiu nos anos 80 viu a obra de &lt;a href="http://www.dirtycreative.com/patrick-nagel/"&gt;Patrick Nagel&lt;/a&gt;, nem que fosse em cópias por outros artistas. Seus desenhos-pop viraram a cara da década (junto com Keith Haring e vários outros) e sua arte mais famosa foi a capa de Rio, disco de 1982 do Duran Duran. Até hoje é possível ver reproduções da "Rio" em salões de cabeleireiros. Estou agora tentando pensar em quem deu a cara aos anos 90. Romero Britto, talvez? Nos anos 2000 eu acho que foi o &lt;a href="http://www.jason-brooks.com/"&gt;Jason Brooks&lt;/a&gt; (que por sua vez usou muitos dos elementos de Nagel e dos 80's). Quem seria o de agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3808786546424161811?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3808786546424161811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3808786546424161811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3808786546424161811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3808786546424161811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/falando-de-arte.html' title='falando de arte'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6889422366859301372</id><published>2011-10-22T13:13:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:16:30.849-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q0RGXqb1sqc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já tem tempo que não posto nenhum vídeo de K-Pop aqui, né? Continuo achando que os &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/search?q=coreia"&gt;coreanos arrasam&lt;/a&gt; no pop e nos clipes, principalmente. E são todos umas graças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6889422366859301372?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6889422366859301372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6889422366859301372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6889422366859301372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6889422366859301372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra animar o fim de semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q0RGXqb1sqc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3436109918249816590</id><published>2011-10-18T14:53:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:59:49.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: tá de deboche?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/valeria_e_janete_zorra_total_by_marcus_baby_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 746px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/valeria_e_janete_zorra_total_by_marcus_baby_000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente AMA Valéria e Janete (quem não?). A dupla já é, de longe, uma das coisas mais marcantes de 2011. Vai daí que &lt;a href="http://bonecosdobaby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcus Baby&lt;/a&gt;, que adora transformar tudo em boneco, não podia deixar de homenageá-las, né? Uma pergunta: será Valéria Vasquez a primeira trans do Brasil (do mundo?) a ser TRANSformada em boneca? (tem tanto trocadilho nessa pergunta, que é melhor nem começar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3436109918249816590?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3436109918249816590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3436109918249816590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3436109918249816590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3436109918249816590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/produtos-surreais-ta-de-deboche.html' title='produtos surreais: tá de deboche?'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8137933271869812005</id><published>2011-10-17T22:12:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T22:15:21.217-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Ab_ecllCIAAlh2H.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/Ab_ecllCIAAlh2H.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu amo o Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8137933271869812005?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8137933271869812005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8137933271869812005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8137933271869812005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8137933271869812005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-sei-o-que-dizer_17.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8453185385107562831</id><published>2011-10-13T21:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T22:50:36.508-03:00</updated><title type='text'>achei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/me_DI1UYX0A?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É engraçado o que a gente absorve, né? Por que algumas coisas nos atraem? Qual o sentido da vida? Pra que toda essa introdução filosófica? Pra dizer que desde 1992 eu tenho este quadro do Programa Legal gravado no meu cérebro, sei de cor a música e até a parte falada. Sabia descrever o cenário, tudo. E eu cantava a música pros meus amigos, perguntava se eles se lembravam ("lógico que não, seu doente", eles diziam). E eu sempre quis rever essa cena, saber se correspondia com a minha lembrança. Procurei durante anos, e nada. Mas é tão maravilhoso viver no tempo atual, que mais cedo ou mais tarde a gente vai ter acesso a absolutamente tudo. E hoje foi o dia. Resolvi fazer mais uma busca, e achei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A pergunta é: o eu de 2011 acha tão incrível assim quanto o eu de 1992 provavelmente achou? Não, não somos a mesma pessoa depois de quase 20 anos, né? Mas tem uma memória afetiva aí, e Regina Casé continua imbatível fazendo comédia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: sabe outra coisa de 92 que eu a-ma-va? O clipe de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOr2rOYyE6I"&gt;Xicotinho e Salto Alto&lt;/a&gt; no programa do Leandro e Leonardo. Era uma coisa clubber-sertanejo-irônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8453185385107562831?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8453185385107562831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8453185385107562831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8453185385107562831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8453185385107562831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/achei.html' title='achei!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/me_DI1UYX0A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1311632029670965507</id><published>2011-10-12T14:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:08:55.378-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EpKFMp_pV4w?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mentira. Sei, sim. Eu sempre fui muito reticente com programas de comédia/humor, gosto de alguns pouquíssimos. Sempre acho meio forçação de barra, sabe como? Acho que, na verdade, a ficção em geral fica muito a dever para a vida real. Porque a vida real é muito melhor, gente. Não dá pra gente imitar ou inventar um vídeo como esse aqui de cima. Isso, sim, é a verdadeira arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1311632029670965507?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1311632029670965507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1311632029670965507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1311632029670965507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1311632029670965507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EpKFMp_pV4w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4822186619841441909</id><published>2011-10-07T20:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:25:32.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra alegrar o fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gente, olha que cósmico! Lembra que &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling_28.html"&gt;outro dia mesmo&lt;/a&gt; eu falei do filme Romy &amp;amp; Michele, que eu amo? A revista Entertainment Weekly dessa semana reuniu vários elencos de filmes e seriados antigos, e elas &lt;a href="http://insidemovies.ew.com/2011/10/07/lisa-kudrow-mira-sorvino-romy-michele/"&gt;estavam no meio&lt;/a&gt;. E ainda tiraram fotos vestidas de Post-Its (só quem viu o filme vai entender). Não é o máximo? E posso falar? O tempo está sendo bem generoso com Lisa Kudrow e Mira Sorvino, não acham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/i/2011/10/04/romy-michelle-post-it-note-dress_510.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 510px; height: 684px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4822186619841441909?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4822186619841441909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4822186619841441909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4822186619841441909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4822186619841441909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/pra-alegrar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra alegrar o fim-de-semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6564363275761801246</id><published>2011-10-07T10:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:05:33.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S7s-PMj6K00?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje quem apaga 44 velinhas é nossa querida Toni Braxton. Por que devemos amar Toni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque ela diz que foi descoberta por um grande executivo da Atlantic Records enquanto cantava colocando gasolina em seu carro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque na primeira metade dos anos 90 ela definiu bastante o look mais cool para mulheres negras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque Toni é irmã de Trina, Tamar, Traci e Towanda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pelo clipe de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_hKXk2qSuw&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;He Wasn't Man Enough&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque ela foi ficando gradativamente mais cafona, culminando no histórico clipe de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvd3qCnsAaY"&gt;Spanish Guitar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque ela tem o &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Quzf3GXVBIo/SnvW31BDNqI/AAAAAAAAFUE/LQk_CZUth3k/s1600-h/Toni+Braxton+-+The+Best+So+Far.jpg"&gt;maior umbigo&lt;/a&gt; que eu já vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque ela perdeu todos os milhões que ganhou alegando que foi passada pra trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque agora ela tem um reality show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque os nomes dos filhos são Denim e Diezel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6564363275761801246?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6564363275761801246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6564363275761801246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6564363275761801246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6564363275761801246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S7s-PMj6K00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1065872815768114638</id><published>2011-09-30T13:40:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:43:25.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu adoro o Aeroplane! Além de terem feito um dos &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2010/12/listas.html"&gt;melhores discos do ano passado&lt;/a&gt;, eles sempre fazem mixtapes maravilhosos, que estão todos lá no &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/aeroplane"&gt;soundcloud&lt;/a&gt;. Esse aqui é uma prévia do próximo, que sai agora em outubro. Arrasta e sofá e vem dançar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24291563&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=a200ff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24291563&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=a200ff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/aeroplane/in-flight-entertainment"&gt;In Flight Entertainment Minimix&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/aeroplane"&gt;Aeroplane (Official)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1065872815768114638?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1065872815768114638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1065872815768114638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1065872815768114638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1065872815768114638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra animar o fim de semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5407179015524389347</id><published>2011-09-28T13:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:35:47.177-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje duas divas dos anos 90 fazem aniversário! Elas participaram do mesmo filme, um dos meus favoritos absolutos em todo el siempre. Já falei isso no twitter, e repito aqui: quem quiser me entender e me amar, tem que assistir a Romy And Michele's High School Reunion. Tem o filme inteiro no YouTube pra quem fala inglês. Então, parabéns Mira Sorvino (44) e Janeane Garofalo (47).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="410" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iYPnUrREbRg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5407179015524389347?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5407179015524389347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5407179015524389347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5407179015524389347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5407179015524389347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling_28.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iYPnUrREbRg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7682495458436241394</id><published>2011-09-28T13:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T13:20:06.232-03:00</updated><title type='text'>we [heart] tim burton + johnny depp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;gt;Sim, amamos Tim Burton e Johnny Depp, mas provavelmente não pelos mesmos motivos que modernetes proclamam aos quatro ventos. Amamos a dupla porque achamos que há um humor irônico muito sutil em seu trabalho (Burton) e em composição de personagens (Depp). Lembram que no remake de Willy Wonka disseram que Johnny se inspirou em Michael Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/deppmichael.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 420px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois é. Em seu novo filme, Dark Shadows, nada me tira da cabeça que há um pouquinho de Madonna na composição de Depp. Tô viajando? Dá uma olhada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/madjohn.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 448px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/madrain1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 440px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É isso: amamos Tim Burton e Johnny Depp porque todo mundo que usa a cultura pop a seu favor tem nosso voto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7682495458436241394?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7682495458436241394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7682495458436241394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7682495458436241394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7682495458436241394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-heart-tim-burton-johnny-depp.html' title='we [heart] tim burton + johnny depp'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5983197438138892946</id><published>2011-09-15T07:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:08:26.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>para animar o fim de semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que ainda o movimento de retorno aos anos 90 ainda está bem incipiente, embora a gente já venha &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-pra-dancar.html"&gt;falando dele&lt;/a&gt; há pelo &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2007/09/tendncia-ou-cantoras-com-acento-no-nome.html"&gt;menos&lt;/a&gt; uns 2 anos. Até cair no mainstream total ainda deve demorar um pouco. Quando isso acontecer, a gente vai ter bastante preguiça dos hipsters falando o quanto tudo isso é "novo" e todo aquele discurso que já conhecemos, não é mesmo? De qualquer forma, tô adorando essa música nova do Eli Escobar, de quem &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-musical.html"&gt;já falei aqui&lt;/a&gt; séculos atrás. Quinta-feira já configura fim-de-semana, né, gente? Vamos que vamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VL8oclvQtyU?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5983197438138892946?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5983197438138892946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5983197438138892946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5983197438138892946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5983197438138892946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/para-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='para animar o fim de semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VL8oclvQtyU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6472288162772289567</id><published>2011-09-12T14:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:42:36.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>we [heart] the queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-qlXMA0v-WA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E é por isso, senhoras e senhores, que a gente AMA a Madonna mais do que a nós mesmos. Senso de humor tá tão em falta no mundo artístico nos dias de hoje, vocês não acham? A &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-isso-que-gente-cher.html"&gt;questão das hortênsias&lt;/a&gt; tomou proporções tão malucas que a rainha decidiu se manifestar. E é tudo, lógico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6472288162772289567?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6472288162772289567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6472288162772289567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6472288162772289567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6472288162772289567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-heart-queen.html' title='we [heart] the queen'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-qlXMA0v-WA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5182610764960657896</id><published>2011-09-07T11:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:08:23.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZBR2G-iI3-I?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei, eu sei, esse blog tá virando uma agenda de aniversários. Mas pra aproveitar o ensejo de ontem, hoje quem faz 62 aninhos é Gloria Gaynor, dona de hits como Never Can Say Goodbye, I Am What I Am e, lógico, a mãe de todos os hinos gays da história: I Will Survive. Na era pré-videoclíptica (1979), poucos recursos foram empregados. A cantora na penumbra se alterna com imagens de uma dançarina de patins, e nasce uma lenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pKzoXuEkk00?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quem também apaga 60 velinhas é Chrissie Hynde dos Pretenders, e merece menção honrosa aqui por ser muito cool. Ela é uma lenda. Relatos dão conta de que Chrissie já até morou uns tempos aqui no Brasil, tanto no Rio (na Atlântica) quanto em São Paulo (no Copan). E andava de ônibus pra cima e pra baixo, como qualquer mortal. Transgressão é isso aí, minha gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5182610764960657896?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5182610764960657896/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5182610764960657896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5182610764960657896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5182610764960657896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling_07.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZBR2G-iI3-I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5937994789125362759</id><published>2011-09-06T10:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:05:54.871-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xk8mm1Qmt-Y?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nossa querida CeCe Peniston faz 42 aninhos. Confesso que achei pouco, já que seu único grande hit, Finally, foi lançado há exatos 20 anos. CeCe parecia mais velha que 22 no clipe. Mas por que devemos comemorar o aniversário da fofa? Bom, primeiro porque Finally se tornou um hino gay de proporções comparáveis a I Will Survive e It's Raining Men. Segundo porque nossa mãe Madonna era vi-ci-a-da nessa música na época em que saiu. Tanto que, durante as gravações do &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WyhdvRWEWRw&amp;ob=av2e"&gt;clipe de Erotica&lt;/a&gt; numa boate gay underground de Nova Iorque, era só Finally que tocava em loop para as bibas dançarem. O visual do video de Finally também influenciou Madonna e Steven Meisel em seu livro SEX, com as &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBWYS49PYAY/TNF_gQuOOQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XmYc5HCUviM/s1600/Madonna+SEX+book+02.jpg"&gt;cores (mal) sobrepostas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Então, vamos agradecer a CeCe e desejá-la um feliz dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5937994789125362759?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5937994789125362759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5937994789125362759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5937994789125362759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5937994789125362759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xk8mm1Qmt-Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7535598858152100701</id><published>2011-09-05T22:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:07:49.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>é isso que a gente cher</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-45U8RYhOH0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes a gente pensa que a Madonna não é mais a mesma de antigamente, que está tão espiritualizada que nem tem mais tanta graça assim. É quase verdade. Publicamente, pelo menos, essa é a imagem que ela quer passar. Mas a gente sabe que no fundo, aquela essência de outrora ainda está ali. E a gente AMA! E quer mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: O jornalista que deu as flores ainda teve a cara-de-pau de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZVJNLU1268&amp;NR=1"&gt;perguntar onde elas estavam&lt;/a&gt; quando ela saiu, e ela mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7535598858152100701?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7535598858152100701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7535598858152100701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7535598858152100701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7535598858152100701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-isso-que-gente-cher.html' title='é isso que a gente cher'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-45U8RYhOH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7943435578278166623</id><published>2011-08-29T23:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:13:47.798-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gJ5YaApfSdQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Embora eu sempre ouça de muitas pessoas que eu sou exigente e difícil de agradar, eu acho que isso não é verdade. Taí o Flights Facilities pra provar isso pra vocês. Conseguiu fazer com que eu gostasse da música deles usando cenas de um de meus filmes favoritos, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vprZhrFNL_U&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Roller Boogie&lt;/a&gt;, no clipe deles. Basta colocar uma música discothèque, patins, neon e roupas coloridas, e você me ganha na certa. De &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRgZcc7kKRw"&gt;Linda Blair&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irxZsKBTXCQ"&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/a&gt;, não tem erro. É tipo o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYkawsbgNl4&amp;amp;feature=player_detailpage#t=111s"&gt;Bend And Snap&lt;/a&gt;, funciona toda vez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7943435578278166623?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7943435578278166623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7943435578278166623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7943435578278166623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7943435578278166623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-animar-semana_29.html' title='pra animar a semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gJ5YaApfSdQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8157859559947883028</id><published>2011-08-23T14:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:40:15.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca pensamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mPgAJ1SVZ60?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8157859559947883028?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8157859559947883028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8157859559947883028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8157859559947883028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8157859559947883028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/nunca-pensamos.html' title='nunca pensamos'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mPgAJ1SVZ60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2271667538850192378</id><published>2011-08-20T17:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:15:21.998-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engrishfunny.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/engrish-funny-what-hath-god-wrought.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 640px;" src="http://engrishfunny.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/engrish-funny-what-hath-god-wrought.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2271667538850192378?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2271667538850192378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2271667538850192378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2271667538850192378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2271667538850192378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-39953697631052442</id><published>2011-08-20T17:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:11:38.255-03:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dlisted.com/files/openpostprincewilliamsduchesskate.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 514px;" src="http://www.dlisted.com/files/openpostprincewilliamsduchesskate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vou ter pesadelos com esses bonecos do William e da... GENTE, mas é a Céline Dion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-39953697631052442?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/39953697631052442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=39953697631052442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/39953697631052442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/39953697631052442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/susto-do-dia.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8303106772822276467</id><published>2011-08-15T15:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:47:30.674-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.missomnimedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/HARLEY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 648px; height: 540px;" src="http://www.missomnimedia.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/HARLEY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nossa musa leonina Lady Miss Kier completa 48 aninhos. Oi? Não sabe quem é? Pois eu explico (ai, ai, criançash): Lady Miss Kier foi, junto com Towa Tei e DJ Dmitry, integrante do Deee-Lite, aquele que você conhece só por Groove Is In The Heart. A música é incrível, o clipe inesquecível, ok, mas eles são muito mais que isso. Além do disco de estreia World Clique (1990), também teve Infinity Within (1992) e Dewdrops In The Garden (1994) e os três são absurdamente bons; uma espécie de cápsula do tempo da primeira metade dos anos 90. Eu já tô pronto para a cultura clubber de novo, assim como para um grupo tão animado quanto esse. Volta Deee-Lite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PS: A Atlantic Records não me deixa incorporar os videos aqui, então corre lá e assiste a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrN-nwKJYRM"&gt;Good Beat (1990)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aq39pExtcAA"&gt;Runaway (1992)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6HqRTiHJm8"&gt;Picnic In The Summertime (1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8303106772822276467?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8303106772822276467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8303106772822276467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8303106772822276467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8303106772822276467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5620382188083043308</id><published>2011-08-10T23:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:51:54.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>listas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/ipod.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 1024px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu juro que eu pensei em fazer uma lista dos melhores discos do ano, já agora em agosto. Mas eu sei que vem coisa boa por aí, e ainda não quero me comprometer. E como muita gente me pergunta sempre o que eu estou ouvindo, se eu tenho dicas de discos que possam ouvir, artistas que possam descobrir, resolvi mostrar pra vocês o que anda rolando no meu fone de ouvido. São álbuns que saíram este ano (alguns ainda do ano passado, ok) e que não saem do meu telefone. Muitos já vão entrar na lista final de melhores do ano. Por enquanto, dá tempo de vocês irem atrás desses aqui, joguem no YouTube, no Google, no MySpace. Enfim, vocês sabem o caminho, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beyoncé - 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CockNBullKid - Adulthood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cut Copy - Zonoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Firefox AK - Color The Trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foster The People - Torches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendly Fires - Pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez - Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Julian Perretta - Stitch Me Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junior Boys - It's All True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady Gaga - Born This Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Midnight Juggernauts - The Crystal Axis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Land - Oh Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Parralox - Metropolis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Patrick Wolf - Lupercalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pnau - Soft Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Red Hot + Rio 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RuPaul - Glamazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shawn Desman - Fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Feeling - Together We Were Made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Secret Handshake - Night And Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanbot - Vanbot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5620382188083043308?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5620382188083043308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5620382188083043308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5620382188083043308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5620382188083043308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/listas.html' title='listas!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5642943192431731656</id><published>2011-08-10T23:31:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:45:21.127-03:00</updated><title type='text'>caso musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/FitaK7cpia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 355px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/FitaK7cpia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você goishta dos mixtapes de No Caso? Mas goishta meishmo? Mas você goishta como? Você sempre quer curtir os FABULOSOS mixtapes de yours truly, mas tem preguiça de baixar? Está em petit-comité na casa de amigos e quer mostrar aquele set ESPANTOSO que você ouviu aqui, mas acha difícil usar a busca ali em cima no canto direito? Seus problema a-ca-ba-ram! Chegou o &lt;a href="http://casomusical.typepad.com/"&gt;Caso Musical&lt;/a&gt;, a extensão de No Caso só para aqueles mixtapes tão especiais que vocês adoram. Já tá tudo lá separadinho pra vocês, é só apertar o play e se divertir a valer. Melhor que isso, só papinha na boca, né? Já manda &lt;a href="http://casomusical.typepad.com/"&gt;o link&lt;/a&gt; pros favoritos NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE: descobrimos também o &lt;a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/nocaso"&gt;Mixcloud&lt;/a&gt;, que hospeda os sets já com tracklist e dá pra comentar, favoritar e muito mais! &lt;a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/nocaso"&gt;Cola lá&lt;/a&gt; e vem com a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5642943192431731656?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5642943192431731656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5642943192431731656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5642943192431731656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5642943192431731656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/caso-musical.html' title='caso musical'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7192556181064334948</id><published>2011-08-09T23:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:17:07.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vício do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3LcL7MAqwOc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sabe aqueles clipes que a gente não consegue nem por um segundo desgrudar o olho da tela? Pois a Oh Land conseguiu. Pra quem não conhece a moça dinamarquesa, aproveita e dá uma olhada no disco homônimo que ela lançou esse ano, é bem fofinho, ainda que por vezes me lembre um pouco a Björk. Mas tudo bem, o revival dos anos 90 está aí e logo logo vai ser legal gostar de Björk de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7192556181064334948?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7192556181064334948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7192556181064334948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7192556181064334948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7192556181064334948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/vicio-do-dia.html' title='vício do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3LcL7MAqwOc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2543148734823198107</id><published>2011-08-07T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:23:00.252-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VcZnRz7WujA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2543148734823198107?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2543148734823198107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2543148734823198107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2543148734823198107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2543148734823198107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/pra-animar-semana.html' title='pra animar a semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VcZnRz7WujA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7712834375613536024</id><published>2011-08-07T22:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:05:31.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'>volta revista amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós adoramos a Regina Duarte. A revista Amiga também adorava, e estampou a atriz em inúmeras capas da publicação semanal. Vamos escolher a melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga939.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 770px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga211.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 770px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 770px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/revistaamiga1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem mais um milhão de capas antigas pra gente matar as saudades &lt;a href="http://retrovamoslembrar.blogspot.com/2011/06/revista-amiga-das-decadas-de-7080-90.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. Se joguem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7712834375613536024?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7712834375613536024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7712834375613536024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7712834375613536024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7712834375613536024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/08/volta-revista-amiga.html' title='volta revista amiga!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6801843900260286038</id><published>2011-07-02T18:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:40:15.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>oi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/20110629-news-madonna-gaga-madonna01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 759px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/20110629-news-madonna-gaga-madonna01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6801843900260286038?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6801843900260286038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6801843900260286038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6801843900260286038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6801843900260286038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/07/oi.html' title='oi?'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1305960821136884226</id><published>2011-06-17T14:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T15:12:51.665-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vício da semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dani-se.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Beyonce-4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://dani-se.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/Beyonce-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não deixe-se enganar pelo single chatinho de estreia (Run The World (Girls) do novo disco da Beyoncé, pobremente entitulado de 4. A escolha se deveu basicamente para formar um elo com o álbum anterior, cuja música mais famosa foi a viral Single Ladies. Neste novo trabalho, Beyoncé diminui o passo e se concentra mais em músicas lentas, quase todas fortemente com sabor retrô. Parece até que o disco não é de 2011, e sim do início da década passada, quando todo mundo resolveu se jogar no passado. Lembra do &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/9oIHIoSJkJs"&gt;This is Me... Then&lt;/a&gt;, da Jennifer Lopez? Lembra de Alicia Keys com &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/u_1Sh0BnHr8"&gt;You Don't Know My Name&lt;/a&gt;? Ou Janet Jackson com &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/h-OnCnsz8iY"&gt;I Want You&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiquei sem entender se Beyoncé chegou bastante atrasada para a tendência ou se é tão vanguarda que resolveu se antecipar e fazer um revival daquele revival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que importa é que as músicas são gostosas de se ouvir, todas com um toque bem familiar. Tipo a rádio Antena 1. Babyface, o rei do R&amp;amp;B dos anos 90, aparece com &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/WwMsWjrlu54"&gt;Best Thing I Never Had&lt;/a&gt;. Outras parecem que foram produzidas por Jimmy Jam &amp;amp; Terry Lewis, que fizeram a fama e fortuna de Janet Jackson naquela mesma década. Também há referências a Earth, Wind &amp;amp; Fire: &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/rOeCppX-O8A"&gt;Rather Die Young&lt;/a&gt; se parece muito com &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/B0lpityVOiE"&gt;After The Love Is Gone&lt;/a&gt;. A melhor faixa de todas é &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/SZVsd29B7G8"&gt;Love On Top&lt;/a&gt;, de levada midtempo, em que a diva sobe de tom cinco vezes a níveis estratosféricos. Não tem como não colocar um sorriso no rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que mais me agrada em 4 é exatamente o que as pessoas em geral estão criticando mais: Beyoncé fez um disco diferente do que se esperava, o que faz dela uma artista verdadeira que procura sempre expandir horizontes e trilhar novos caminhos. Se vai tocar no rádio eu não sei, mas quem escuta rádio hoje em dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1305960821136884226?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1305960821136884226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1305960821136884226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1305960821136884226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1305960821136884226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/vicio-da-semana.html' title='vício da semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5825334181625199458</id><published>2011-06-14T14:42:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:47:49.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana: strike a pose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24750006?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=c9ff23" width="560" height="420" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E isso, senhoras e senhores, foi uma infância feliz, sem sombra de dúvidas. Quem nunca dançou quando criança, sem medo, não sabe o que perdeu. E, se você não se soltou na época, aproveite e dance como se fosse a última dança HOJE! Depois mande o vídeo pra gente postar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5825334181625199458?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5825334181625199458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5825334181625199458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5825334181625199458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5825334181625199458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/pra-animar-semana-strike-pose.html' title='pra animar a semana: strike a pose!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6243198672105214892</id><published>2011-06-14T14:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:41:48.098-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBd5W9IA7n0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GBd5W9IA7n0?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje nossa querida Boy George completa 50 aninhos, com corpinho e carinha &lt;a href="http://netstorage.metrolyrics.com/artists/large/1677/boy%20george.jpg"&gt;de muito mais&lt;/a&gt;. Ele disse que deveria ter seguido os conselhos de Madonna, que o chamou para correr com ela nos anos 80, quando ficaram coleguinhas. Ele recusou, dizendo que não precisava. Daí chafurdou em drogas, acabou com a banda, acabou com a carreira, acabou com a saúde. Depois andou jogando farpas na ex-colega pela imprensa britânica, na época que ela morava lá com Guy Ritchie. De qualquer forma, nada me tira da cabeça que Madonna o homenageou no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1a35Fg_kBM"&gt;clipe de American Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6243198672105214892?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6243198672105214892/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6243198672105214892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6243198672105214892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6243198672105214892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1126000395357433819</id><published>2011-06-02T15:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T15:46:18.692-03:00</updated><title type='text'>brilho, magia, fama e paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dc3ucsCfYUA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dc3ucsCfYUA?version=3&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu desenho predileto em todo o sempre é Jem e As Hologramas. Chegava da escola no fim da tarde ávido por assistir às aventuras de Jerrica/Jem, que passavam dia sim, dia não no SBT. A parte ruim era quando eu esquecia que era "dia não" e entrava Duck Tales no lugar. Adoro o enredo, que tinha quase nada de infantil. Jerrica era uma menina comum que, por conta de um supercomputador chamado Energia, virava Jem, uma estrela do pop lutando nos bastidores da indústria fonográfica com sua banda rival As Desajustadas. Jessica ainda vivia um romance proibido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A linguagem do desenho era super "videoclíptica", bem vanguarda e super apropriada para os anos 80. Os clipes tinham os mesmos tipos de créditos dos exibidos pela MTV, mas com cenários e loucuras que só uma animação poderia ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resolvi recordar tudo isso porque, nos Estados Unidos, Jem voltou a ser exibido pelo canal Hub, e eu salivei de vontade. Cadê isso na TV brasileira, hein? Cadê a caixa com DVDs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1126000395357433819?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1126000395357433819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1126000395357433819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1126000395357433819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1126000395357433819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/brilho-magia-fama-e-paixao.html' title='brilho, magia, fama e paixão'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7161284665206257208</id><published>2011-06-01T15:21:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T15:31:51.633-03:00</updated><title type='text'>she's baaaaack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://extra.globo.com/incoming/1925054-926-9ed/w448/debby8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 666px;" src="http://extra.globo.com/incoming/1925054-926-9ed/w448/debby8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós, de No Caso e de nosso blog-irmão TENC, adoramos &lt;a href="http://teesperonacam.blogspot.com/2007/05/ahahahahahah-penteado-almndega-defrise.html"&gt;Debby Lagranha&lt;/a&gt; e acompanhamos sua carreira desde sempre. Pode-se dizer que crescemos juntos. Mas Debby não é mais uma criança e fez questão de mostrar o quanto cresceu e amadureceu com um ensaio sensual para o Retratos da Vida. Mas calma aí: senhorita Lagranha diz que não quer ficar só exibindo o corpo, quer também provar que é boa no que faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://extra.globo.com/retratos-da-vida/ex-atriz-mirim-debby-lagranha-faz-seu-primeiro-ensaio-sensual-1924983.html"&gt;Corre lá na Retratos&lt;/a&gt; A-G-O-R-A pra ver o ensaio completo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7161284665206257208?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7161284665206257208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7161284665206257208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7161284665206257208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7161284665206257208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/shes-baaaaack.html' title='she&apos;s baaaaack'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2780482687695572061</id><published>2011-06-01T10:56:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:09:52.954-03:00</updated><title type='text'>notícias surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo da coluna do &lt;a href="http://odia.terra.com.br/portal/diversaoetv/html/2011/5/narciza_tamborindeguy_comemora_aniversario_do_namorado_guilherme_fiuza_em_clima_familiar_168195.html"&gt;Bruno Astuto&lt;/a&gt; hoje:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/01_astuto575edited.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 416px; height: 248px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chamava a atenção a americana Cybella Clare, que está hospedada no Copa para se recuperar de mais uma plástica com Pitanguy e mostrava aos presentes o cartaz de um filme que está dirigindo, sobre sua arara. "Ela dorme comigo na minha cama, me faz carinho e tem até twitter. Eu já tinha essa coisa de arara antes do Blu (da animação Rio), mas a minha é vermelha e muito melhor, porque se chama Baby Arco-Íris", contava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De presente, os convidados receberam uma boneca feita de palha do caroá feita por mulheres artesãs da comunidade quilombola de Conceição das Crioulas, no interior de Pernambuco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2780482687695572061?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2780482687695572061/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2780482687695572061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2780482687695572061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2780482687695572061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/06/noticias-surreais.html' title='notícias surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-9215380723467405904</id><published>2011-05-30T16:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:45:26.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.escala.com.br/imagens/contamais-0546.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.escala.com.br/imagens/contamais-0546.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-9215380723467405904?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/9215380723467405904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=9215380723467405904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/9215380723467405904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/9215380723467405904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1709518910203254826</id><published>2011-05-20T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:14:51.658-03:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/spl279163_025edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 805px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/spl279163_025edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1709518910203254826?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1709518910203254826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1709518910203254826&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1709518910203254826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1709518910203254826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/susto-do-dia_20.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7337650651696386457</id><published>2011-05-20T11:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:23:43.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;65 anos completa nossa diva Cher hoje. Para comemorar, uma de minhas fases preferidas da artista, quando ela assinou com a gravadora "disco" Casablanca e gravou dois discos incríveis (1978 e 1979) só com o ritmo que enlouqueceu o mundo todo. Aqui ela aparece com tudo que a gente gosta e tudo que a gente cher: discothèque, patins, zebra, pink e muito mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/66GgQ949xCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/66GgQ949xCU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bonus Track: é sempre bom ver a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnLf7ghM-6E"&gt;participação dela&lt;/a&gt; com o Jack no Will &amp;amp; Grace, né? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7337650651696386457?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7337650651696386457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7337650651696386457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7337650651696386457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7337650651696386457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-darling_20.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6118037706100565612</id><published>2011-05-20T10:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:05:51.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>mais val pra vocês.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esse blog é mesmo dedicado às nossas divas, né? Val Marchori nem bem chegou e já foi catapultada ao posto de musa. Agora ela responde às perguntas dos internautas e, posso falar? Pra quem acha Val fútil e sem noção, eu digo que ela arrasa nas respostas, é sensata e inteligente, tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWiF1f0WBf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yWiF1f0WBf0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTXkexVuVrc&amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;parte 2&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIVIefQMHqA&amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;parte 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6118037706100565612?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6118037706100565612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6118037706100565612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6118037706100565612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6118037706100565612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/mais-val-pra-voces.html' title='mais val pra vocês.'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-701440984293985230</id><published>2011-05-20T10:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:46:17.641-03:00</updated><title type='text'>marilac na novela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKeVP9AI2rM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKeVP9AI2rM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu quase não vejo televisão mais. Acho que a TV perdeu pra Internet o que ela tinha de principal: a rapidez na informação. As gírias, as músicas, os assuntos, tudo que está na cabeça do povo está antes na Internet. Mas é bem legal ver na novela das 9 uma homenagem a nossa diva Luisa Marilac (na mesma noite em que ela foi ao Superpop. Coincidência?). Juro que se a TV ficar mais antenada assim eu volto a assistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-701440984293985230?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/701440984293985230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=701440984293985230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/701440984293985230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/701440984293985230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/marilac-na-novela.html' title='marilac na novela!'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1874700248404799810</id><published>2011-05-19T15:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T15:52:38.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais/não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/301213458edited.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 399px;" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/301213458edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1874700248404799810?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1874700248404799810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1874700248404799810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1874700248404799810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1874700248404799810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/produtos-surreaisnao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='produtos surreais/não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3578879354579011377</id><published>2011-05-18T14:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T17:45:13.775-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vício do ano: ela nasceu assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ficdn.fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/born-cover-560x560.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://ficdn.fashionindie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/born-cover-560x560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A estratégia de marketing do lançamento do álbum Born This Way, com uma faixa revelada a cada semana, quebrou muito do conceito do disco. Separadas, fora de contexto, passavam a impressão de que Gaga talvez estivesse perdendo o toque de Midas que a catapultou ao estrelato instantâneo. O disco parecia que iria estrear fadado ao fracasso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas Lady Gaga, como escreveu em sua primeira coluna na revista W, é a rainha das referências, sabe dizer de onde veio, quem criou, quem adaptou todas as tendências de moda à cultura pop. É uma estudiosa dedicada e, como tal, não poderia decepcionar quem já passou a sempre esperar dela um produto fundamentado, além de divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E é só quando ouvimos Born This Way na íntegra que entendemos as mensagens, as referências e as músicas. Gaga mergulhou de cabeça no seu próprio passado para mostrar como ela (a artista) nasceu e foi criada. Tudo que ela ouviu, curtiu e absorveu do fim dos anos 80 até meados dos 90 está lá, em cada música. Agora dá pra perceber porque ela pegou, SIM, &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/vicio-do-dia.html"&gt;Express Yourself&lt;/a&gt; e misturou com TLC. Ela usa o &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2008/08/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana-mixtape.html"&gt;eurodance dos 90s&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFd5Cci_pE4"&gt;2 Unlimited&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVhEkD1QZzo"&gt;Plaza&lt;/a&gt;) e mescla com Van Halen. Toda a identidade dela transparece nessa nova sonoridade, que é bem diferente das batidas do disco anterior, mas é um disco no mínimo bastante corajoso pra quem é, hoje, a pessoa mais influente do pop mundial. Não há nada que toque no rádio parecido com as faixas de Born This Way. Ainda. Daqui a uns 6 meses, provavelmente, é só o que a gente vai ouvir. E vivam os anos 90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3578879354579011377?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3578879354579011377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3578879354579011377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3578879354579011377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3578879354579011377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/vicio-do-ano-ela-nasceu-assim.html' title='vício do ano: ela nasceu assim'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8130912995512621297</id><published>2011-05-17T15:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:42:46.584-03:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpCYl5NRXPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GpCYl5NRXPk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é aniversário de 41 anos do Jordan Knight. Não sei quantas vezes assisti à minha fita VHS do show dos New Kids On The Block ao vivo em Providence. Meus sonhos de infância incluíam, sem sombra de dúvida, que eu fosse o 6º New Kid e que Jordan cantasse Baby, I Believe In You desse jeito aqui pra mim. Era só isso, só cantar. Naquela época ainda não pensava em nada mais picante porque era inocente, tá? Hoje, por outro lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8130912995512621297?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8130912995512621297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8130912995512621297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8130912995512621297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8130912995512621297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='happy birthday, darling'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-7061942009053330799</id><published>2011-05-17T15:30:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:35:45.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dlisted.com/files/themostgorgeouswomanintheworld.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 594px;" src="http://www.dlisted.com/files/themostgorgeouswomanintheworld.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vanity Fair Espanha. Qualquer revista com a palavra "vaidade" no nome devia publicar fotos de Cayetana para nos lembrar de tomar mais cuidado na nossa próxima visita à dermatologista ou ao cirurgião plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-7061942009053330799?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/7061942009053330799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=7061942009053330799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7061942009053330799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/7061942009053330799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/susto-do-dia.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4320703006202046655</id><published>2011-05-17T14:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:57:28.698-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: piscina infinita</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCCa6ViFa1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCCa6ViFa1M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo aqui é maravilhoso: o produto, o vídeo, o design gráfico, todos em convergência para formar uma só entidade. ARTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4320703006202046655?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4320703006202046655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4320703006202046655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4320703006202046655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4320703006202046655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/produtos-surreais-piscina-infinita.html' title='produtos surreais: piscina infinita'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2362398141237811643</id><published>2011-05-14T18:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T18:40:22.839-03:00</updated><title type='text'>i [heart] val marchiori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.vejasp.abril.com.br/1/val-marchiori-2217-74.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 360px;" src="http://img.vejasp.abril.com.br/1/val-marchiori-2217-74.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente pode falar o que quiser da Veja, mas a verdade é que, de tempos em tempos, ela nos brinda com entrevistas e perfis que fazem nossos olhos brilharem de tanta alegria e emoção. Foi assim com &lt;a href="http://teesperonacam.blogspot.com/2008/01/vejam-que-maldade.html"&gt;Yara Baumgart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://teesperonacam.blogspot.com/2009/09/conhecemos-muitas-carmens-uma-carmen.html"&gt;Carmen Mayrink Veiga&lt;/a&gt; (páginas amarelas) e &lt;a href="http://vejabrasil.abril.com.br/rio-de-janeiro/editorial/m401/loucuras-de-uma-socialite"&gt;Narcisa Tamborindeguy&lt;/a&gt; (na Veja Rio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agora, com vocês, a graça e o talento de Val Marchiori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vejasp.abril.com.br/revista/edicao-2217/val-marchiori-perfil"&gt;Val Marchiori, a perua da vez que pede passagem - VEJA SP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2362398141237811643?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2362398141237811643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2362398141237811643&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2362398141237811643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2362398141237811643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-heart-val-marchiori.html' title='i [heart] val marchiori'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1811104553400480946</id><published>2011-05-13T13:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:54:50.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-WO-S6Pkls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-WO-S6Pkls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="450" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1811104553400480946?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1811104553400480946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1811104553400480946&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1811104553400480946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1811104553400480946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra animar o fim-de-semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6938281537235075146</id><published>2011-05-10T15:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:19:54.517-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: hello baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É quase certo que eu nunca terei filhos nessa vida, e mesmo que os tivesse não os veria nascer, já que seriam adotados. Mas vai saber, né? As coisas estão tão mudadas no mundo de hoje, que quase tudo é possível. Caso isso acontecesse, uma certeza eu teria: que todos os meus herdeiros teriam seus partos nesta maternidade da Hello Kitty que, lógico, fica na Ásia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkqh3iDejQ1qgdm2d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 464px; height: 700px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tem mais um monte de fotos &lt;a href="http://bobskeleton.tumblr.com/post/5242984302/here-hello-kitty-maternity-hospital"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6938281537235075146?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6938281537235075146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6938281537235075146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6938281537235075146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6938281537235075146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/produtos-surreais-hello-baby.html' title='produtos surreais: hello baby'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5574800700786400542</id><published>2011-05-10T15:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T15:11:39.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: censurado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo mundo sabe que eu adoro óculos escuros. É uma forma de proteger os olhos do sol e da claridade e ainda sair por aí com estilo. Mas também servem como uma espécie de máscara, quando nós usamos os acessórios para não sermos reconhecidos. Vai daí que &lt;a href="http://www.bluebus.com.br/show/2/103439/_culos_escuros_q_simulam_a_faixa_de_censura_pra_vc_n_ser_reconhecido"&gt;alguém&lt;/a&gt; teve a brilhante ideia de transformar os óculos de sol naquelas faixas que se coloca em fotos para ocultar a identidade dos retratados. O resultado está aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bluebus.com.br/afotos/oculos-escuros-que-imitam-faixa-de-censura.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 702px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5574800700786400542?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5574800700786400542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5574800700786400542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5574800700786400542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5574800700786400542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/produtos-surreais-censurado.html' title='produtos surreais: censurado'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2589088981725310963</id><published>2011-05-05T15:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:17:44.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>gaga pra sempre no meu S2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wiatp6m_Sgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wiatp6m_Sgo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje todo mundo vai falar um monte de coisas sobre o &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/wagn8Wrmzuc"&gt;clipe de Judas&lt;/a&gt;, é verdade. Mas enquanto todas as atenções estão voltadas pra ele, eu gostaria que vocês assistissem à apresentação que nossa musa Lady Gaga fez no programa da Oprah hoje. Que ela arrasa cantando baladas country-rock ao piano a gente já sabe, mas construir um cenário espetacular e usar roupas exclusivas na performance custa (bastante) dinheiro, e isso é um carinho que só uma artista que se importa profundamente com seu público pode oferecer. Vamos apreciar e agradecer, tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2589088981725310963?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2589088981725310963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2589088981725310963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2589088981725310963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2589088981725310963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/05/gaga-pra-sempre-no-meu-s2.html' title='gaga pra sempre no meu S2'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5679078285575907923</id><published>2011-04-28T13:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:46:38.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o assunto da semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não aguento mais todo mundo falando do casamento real, sério. Não consigo entender o que há de tão importante assim para haver cobertura ao vivo em vários canais, com comentários de gente que nada tem a ver com a ocasião. No Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Claro, no Reino Unido eu entendo que todas as atenções estejam voltadas para o casal William &amp;amp; Kate. Algumas pessoas inclus... O QUÊ??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dlisted.com/files/teeeeeefsroyal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 445px; height: 633px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5679078285575907923?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5679078285575907923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5679078285575907923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5679078285575907923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5679078285575907923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-assunto-da-semana.html' title='o assunto da semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-1435920938259579286</id><published>2011-04-26T14:02:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:02:25.981-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/znNV4ZNaMLs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-1435920938259579286?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/1435920938259579286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=1435920938259579286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1435920938259579286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/1435920938259579286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/znNV4ZNaMLs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2291181644440195994</id><published>2011-04-25T15:56:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:12:16.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar a semana: vício do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 560px;" src="http://www.zeitgeistworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Rupaul-Glamazon-560x560.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você é guei, gosta de dançar, gosta de divas e curte os últimos de Britney, Rihanna, Lady Gaga, certo? Então eu quero te recrutar. O novo &lt;a href="http://www.usershare.net/vsqwdo3k6k80"&gt;álbum&lt;/a&gt; de RuPaul é MELHOR do que todos esses, tá? Corre-corre A-G-O-R-A pra baixar/comprar/roubar porque não dá vontade de parar de ouvir e de dançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2291181644440195994?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2291181644440195994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2291181644440195994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2291181644440195994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2291181644440195994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-animar-semana-vicio-do-ano.html' title='pra animar a semana: vício do ano'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2817197007508341709</id><published>2011-04-14T13:25:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:34:56.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim-de-semana: vício do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i7D4onMZlqo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="185" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Fplaylists%2F633055"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="185" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Fplaylists%2F633055" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/info-1136/sets/best-kept-secret-1"&gt;Best Kept Secret&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/info-1136"&gt;ifiwereabell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2817197007508341709?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2817197007508341709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2817197007508341709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2817197007508341709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2817197007508341709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana-vicio-do-dia.html' title='pra animar o fim-de-semana: vício do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i7D4onMZlqo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2977085611810143105</id><published>2011-04-13T16:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:03:47.134-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VZELavX2f2A?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2977085611810143105?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2977085611810143105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2977085611810143105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2977085611810143105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2977085611810143105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VZELavX2f2A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5516793661989115217</id><published>2011-04-12T14:14:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:40:47.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a-pa-vo-ra-do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/bonecoluan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 602px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 452px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/bonecoluan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Desculpe, &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/susto-do-dia.html"&gt;Reese&lt;/a&gt;, mas o verdadeiro susto do dia e da semana fica mesmo com Luan Santana. Ele acabou de ganhar não um, mas DOIS bonecos em sua homenagem. Um deles, de acordo com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL1658702-9798,00-LUAN+SANTANA+GANHA+VERSAO+BONECO.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, é o "retrato fiel" do cantor (risos). O outro é a versão "caricata" (risos, the sequel). Em ambos os produtos há escrito na caixa BONECO (hahahahahaha). Os mimos serão lançados amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5516793661989115217?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5516793661989115217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5516793661989115217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5516793661989115217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5516793661989115217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/pa-vo-ra-do.html' title='a-pa-vo-ra-do'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5570979170263344800</id><published>2011-04-12T11:31:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:32:39.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 445px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 628px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dlisted.com/files/reesevogue1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei dizer exatamente o que é, mas tem algo muito esquisito nessa foto da nossa quase-prima Reese Witherspoon. Tô achando que é algo na boca, ou em volta dela. Ajuda eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE: Acho que sei o que essa imagem me lembra: Madonna em Bedtime Story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 550px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/madonnabedtime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5570979170263344800?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5570979170263344800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5570979170263344800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5570979170263344800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5570979170263344800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/susto-do-dia.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4850321878417378819</id><published>2011-04-06T23:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:07:17.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>pra que vocês curtem</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/10AJuC3Uyrc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A essa altura todo mundo já conhece Luisa Marilac, então não vou dizer que nasce uma estrela, mas sim que nasce uma nova obsessão. A fofa soube aproveitar muito bem seus momentos de fama e fez o quê? Contratou uma equipe e vai estrear/estrelar um programa, tá? Se isso é estar na pior... E nós aqui de No Caso iremos acompanhar passo a passo as aventuras da transex mais amada do Brasil e do mundo atualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4850321878417378819?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4850321878417378819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4850321878417378819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4850321878417378819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4850321878417378819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/04/pra-que-voces-curtem.html' title='pra que vocês curtem'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/10AJuC3Uyrc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3255918367429395924</id><published>2011-03-28T16:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:06:53.591-03:00</updated><title type='text'>no caso awards: personagem-vício do ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UM7jUb93_Eg?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos apenas terminando o terceiro mês de 2011, mas posso dizer seguramente que uma das personalidades mais marcantes do ano já é a nossa querida Luisa Marilac. Se você estava vivendo numa caverna neste mês e não sabe quem é, póhãn, a gente ajuda: vai no youtube, digita o nome da fofa na busca e vê quantos resultados saem. Hoje a gente fica aqui com a versão remix MARAVILHOSA de seu maior sucesso. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3255918367429395924?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3255918367429395924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3255918367429395924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3255918367429395924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3255918367429395924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-caso-awards-personagem-vicio-do-ano.html' title='no caso awards: personagem-vício do ano'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UM7jUb93_Eg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-398778107440547757</id><published>2011-03-24T17:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T17:25:02.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/2011-03-24144554edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 574px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/2011-03-24144554edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Andando pela rua hoje eu descobri que Antonio Banderas tem uma linha de vinhos, especialmente "para los brasileños", como diz o anúncio. O nome de sua marca é Anta Banderas. Sem mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-398778107440547757?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/398778107440547757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=398778107440547757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/398778107440547757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/398778107440547757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2719761494671401814</id><published>2011-03-23T20:00:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:12:32.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>vício do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u8SoTkp52mQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dada a proporção da celeuma que se fez a respeito de Born This Way, da Lady Gaga, ser parecida com Express Yourself, da Madonna, acho até que tem poucos mashups como o que essa menina fez. Eu não faço parte dessa briga, tá gente? Adoro as duas músicas, e acho que o resultado final ficou bem legal. E pra quem fala mal, Born This Way entrou na sua sexta semana no topo das paradas americanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2719761494671401814?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2719761494671401814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2719761494671401814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2719761494671401814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2719761494671401814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/vicio-do-dia.html' title='vício do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u8SoTkp52mQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2077197955006405225</id><published>2011-03-17T13:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:30:33.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: pagode japonês</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4XKGfziuw5c?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que as palavras são em português, mas não consigo entender nada. Será que traduziram no Google Translator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2077197955006405225?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2077197955006405225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2077197955006405225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2077197955006405225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2077197955006405225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/produtos-surreais-pagode-japones.html' title='produtos surreais: pagode japonês'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4XKGfziuw5c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-2675087442281061126</id><published>2011-03-11T12:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:41:32.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="450" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nITpDs_5Nag?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-2675087442281061126?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/2675087442281061126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=2675087442281061126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2675087442281061126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/2675087442281061126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nITpDs_5Nag/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8691241362937843656</id><published>2011-02-25T11:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:02:08.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais: baby gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/02/24/article-1360225-0D525BC5000005DC-998_634x439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 634px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 439px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/02/24/article-1360225-0D525BC5000005DC-998_634x439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuti cuti! Olha que gracinha, gente: uma "butique de sorvetes" (oi?) instalada dentro da Selfridge's em Londres, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theicecreamists.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Icecreamists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, acaba de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1360225/London-restaurant-Icecreamists-sells-breast-milk-ice-cream-Baby-Gaga.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lançar um sabor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que um... éeee... bom, é feito com leite materno. Sim, várias mães venderam seus leitinhos extras para que fosse confeccionada essa invenção que (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oglobo.globo.com/vivermelhor/mat/2011/02/25/loja-em-londres-vende-sorvete-de-leite-materno-923881417.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) é deliciosa e derrete na boca. E, para batizá-lo, deram ao sabor o nome de Baby Gaga. Se você curtiu isso, pode lamber os beiços por apenas R$ 37,50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8691241362937843656?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8691241362937843656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8691241362937843656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8691241362937843656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8691241362937843656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/02/produtos-surreais-baby-gaga.html' title='produtos surreais: baby gaga'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-9112383521570593577</id><published>2011-02-18T08:51:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:23:40.030-02:00</updated><title type='text'>pra animar o fim-de-semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="313"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xh38ej?width=560&amp;theme=none"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xh38ej?width=560&amp;theme=none" width="560" height="313" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Homenagem ao clipe de Justify My Love (e Vogue também)? Gostamos! Música animada que parece que foi feita para a Madonna cantar? Queremos! Não precisa de mais nada. Custei a gostar de Beth Ditto, mas agora não teve como, né? Foi golpe baixo!&lt;/span&gt; Aliás e a propósito, como vamos arrasar hoje?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-9112383521570593577?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/9112383521570593577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=9112383521570593577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/9112383521570593577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/9112383521570593577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/02/pra-animar-o-fim-de-semana.html' title='pra animar o fim-de-semana'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-3925841867277852836</id><published>2011-02-09T17:17:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:24:53.897-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/beauty-nose-straightener-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/beauty-nose-straightener-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rostinhosbonitos.com/2011/02/sera-o-fim-da-cirurgia-de-nariz-chegou.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;produto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; que vem do Japão: o endireitador de nariz. Agora você não precisa mais recorrer a cirurgias caras e dolorosas. Tenha o seu nariz reto e bonito com apenas este lindo e prático produto, tudo isto por uma quantia que você pode pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já repararam que nestas propagandas de produtos à la Polishop todos os adjetivos vêm em duplas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(via @caeenho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-3925841867277852836?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/3925841867277852836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=3925841867277852836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3925841867277852836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/3925841867277852836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/02/produtos-surreais.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-8348235732249827692</id><published>2011-02-04T13:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:37:50.097-02:00</updated><title type='text'>e) todas as alternativas acima</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IhRbldS8Lgs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fiquei um bom tempo pensando em que categoria do nosso blog se encaixa esse vídeo: "não sei o que dizer", "susto do dia", "vício do dia", "pra animar o fim de semana", e decidi que é um pouco de tudo. Nossa diva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/search?q=rosana"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rosana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; nos causa mesmo esse remix de sensações, não é mesmo? Ah, desculpe, agora preciso me render à nova grafia do nome da deusa: Rosanah Fiengo. Divirtam-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-8348235732249827692?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/8348235732249827692/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=8348235732249827692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8348235732249827692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/8348235732249827692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-todas-as-alternativas-acima.html' title='e) todas as alternativas acima'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IhRbldS8Lgs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-537726825928671630</id><published>2011-01-25T17:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:36:23.216-02:00</updated><title type='text'>não sei o que dizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pE1ntm4av1Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pE1ntm4av1Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na verdade, sei sim. Eu e @katylene já fazíamos, desde a adolescência, versões de músicas onde tudo virava neca, edy, ass e afins. Mas tudo bem, valeu, meninas. Principalmente na parte "quero ser uma diva negona" dos vocais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-537726825928671630?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/537726825928671630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=537726825928671630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/537726825928671630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/537726825928671630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/01/nao-sei-o-que-dizer.html' title='não sei o que dizer'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-5000676321704145542</id><published>2011-01-25T09:57:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:20:40.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>vício-susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/sitelp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/sitelp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você passou pro nível intermediário do Ibeu. Todo mundo fala que você é afinadinha quando canta nas festinhas de aniversário. Aquele seu primo diz que tá abafando nas aulas de teclado. O que você faz com tudo isso? Você monta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lpnostalgia.com.br/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; mostrando todo o seu talento. Eu disse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lpnostalgia.com.br/home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Dá pra ficar o dia inteiro se assombrando, gente. Eu não sosseguei enquanto não cliquei em todas as músicas. Depois dizem que Madonninha é que é trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-5000676321704145542?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/5000676321704145542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=5000676321704145542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5000676321704145542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/5000676321704145542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/01/vicio-susto-do-dia.html' title='vício-susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-6284542331485643222</id><published>2011-01-24T16:37:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T09:52:06.682-02:00</updated><title type='text'>produtos surreais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/laglowcpia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/laglowcpia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gente já falou &lt;a href="http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2007/10/perfume-o-novo-preto.html"&gt;há muito tempo&lt;/a&gt; sobre perfumes de celebridades e da sensualidade que é usada para vendê-los, mas acho que Jennifer Lopez &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/3t20xx"&gt;exagerou&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(via @niltonbcoelho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px; "&gt;Pra ler ouvindo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://sorisomail.com/vid/_wipjbcueeq/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="470" height="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-6284542331485643222?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/6284542331485643222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=6284542331485643222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6284542331485643222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/6284542331485643222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/01/produtos-surreais_24.html' title='produtos surreais'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8836675491764711955.post-4926857507640101842</id><published>2011-01-20T14:58:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:04:42.357-02:00</updated><title type='text'>susto do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/04522332400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rihanna resolveu assustar os passantes e os frequentadores de uma casa noturna quando apareceu assim, nesse look que com certeza foi feito com uma mistura de LSD e papel crepom. Ri, gata, quando você quiser fazer cosplay de Slash menstruado from hell, aprende uma coisa com as divas Diana Ross (a Slash original) ou com Janet Jackson, que já tinha feito isso em 1997, ok? Bjs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 691px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s227/dhtc/janetjacksonbssc0224jan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8836675491764711955-4926857507640101842?l=no-caso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/feeds/4926857507640101842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8836675491764711955&amp;postID=4926857507640101842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4926857507640101842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8836675491764711955/posts/default/4926857507640101842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://no-caso.blogspot.com/2011/01/susto-do-dia_20.html' title='susto do dia'/><author><name>No Caso</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
