Monday, April 30, 2012

Christmas spirit in animals



Already all of the holidays behind us, has all the pictures from parties and celebrations are laid out in the forms of social networks. Memory is adjusted, and the liver may already have a rest. Here on this note and wanted to put a Christmas collection. funny animals. And that girl. dressed as Santa. were animals in the New Year 's outfit, too, will be relevant. As you can see, it is also not alien to the sense of. Christmas spirit. ) ) ).





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Friday, April 27, 2012

Backup: Tape drives are still the most popular


At a recent conference CNews, the problems and prospects of the market data storage and backup. This section is also well-known phrases about the need to invest in the clouds, deduplication, virtualization and simply expand the IT-infrastructure, we found an interesting further confirmation of the relevance. tape cartridges. as storage media. For any drives RDX, or conventional disk storage systems and NAS are unparalleled in their quality characteristics and properties as a device for backup.

Here you can read articles about the ribbons: http://www. allbackup. ru / articles_new. php.





Source:. nstor. ru.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Toys that put

Peter stared at the ceiling. It remains for four years and one hundred eighty-one day. And yesterday, remained four years and one hundred eighty-two day. The day before yesterday....
The trial was extremely brief. He was pushed out of the paddy wagons, and, without removing the handcuffs, dragged through the narrow corridors of a building, shoved in a stuffy, windowless tiny room in which a woman in a black robe with a sallow complexion.
It says here that you're a poet - the judge shakes some paper - you are a member of the Writers' Union?.

- No.

- To me to be treated, ...

- Yes.

- Yes, the High Court.

- Yes.

The judge is something nervously Scribbles, gets up and begins to chant the sentence patter.

...

... ...

He was deployed in the same way, and brought back.

The lamp shone dimly in the chamber, the walls were cold, bunk - hard. Adjacent vacant space.

At night it became cold. Peter could not sleep for hours, tossing and turning, listening. It seemed that hears through the corridors of prison inmates are bred, the convoy shouting names, and he even learns some. Gradually, a dream became hazy, slowly dissolved, leaving a black void in the morning headache.

Yes, probably, the morning. Because breakfast. Balanda - water from the grains of oatmeal, bread, lipnuschy to the teeth.

But now the dream was sharp and clear. Peter saw a supermarket, flashing invitingly advertising sushi bar - thick Japanese man with a scythe and a tray under his arm - cars, stalled at a traffic light, packed scored passenger trolley.

He waited until the green light, and headed towards the shopping center. Glass, concrete, a security guard, who was smoking in front, from something in his appearance hastily threw a cigarette and leaned back in his greeting.

second floor. Stores. clothing. shoes. linen. Female saleswoman nods, as an old friend. The blonde waves his hand because cash. Sports section. Rods, fitness equipment, dumbbells. Consultant pumped out his hand, his lips are moving.

- Good afternoon, Peter P..

- Hello, Igor - he shakes on the go outstretched palm.



Glass door closed silently behind him.

Electronic key, a secret door slowly opened to the soft music, metal box, a digital code. The soft click, a box, black velvet, on which lies in a special recess sharp white wand.

He gently pulls her out in the center of the room, pauses for a moment and abruptly swings.

Soldiers of the Empire are drawn to attention in their boxes, war elephants raise their trunks in greeting, Rimbaud and Spiderman salute, flashing lights of patrol destroyers, Barbie desperately slams eyelashes....

Two helicopters take off from their seats and are attached behind him.

There are fire-breathing dragons, bearing in its claws a large map. Little urchins to disperse in the squeaking hand, freeing up valuable desk space.

The army of clones accumulated in the left corner, and while Peter looks thoughtfully out the window, landing next to Spiderman, climbs on the table, Rambo, and now a council of war in full: Master Yoda, Schwarzenegger, Darth Vader, Mowgli, Winnie the Pooh....

From an unexpected jolt, Peter opens his eyes. Light, bunks, door. Volchok is open, it examines someone's attentive eye camera. Peter turns to the side and quickly falls asleep.

On the map there are barricades in the streets moving combat vehicles, Hummers appear on street corners, in alleyways hiding tanks. Everything is ready to repel the enemy. The army stood still waiting for the order, it is ready to execute the order.

Suddenly, in the rear heard several explosions - Rambo is derailed trains. Spiderman sneaks over the wall, shoots webs, entangles, and turns the bus with riot police. It starts with random shootings. Poised far into the sky helicopters opened fire in response. Spider-Man, making huge jumps, disappears from sight. The air was a real battle flares up. It brings together and modern Su -26 and Phantom F-35 Stealth bombers and turboprop aircraft of the Second World and even some models of the first.

Landing helicopters hang on a metal roof. Yoda personally commanded the landing. Clones are suffering, but systematically suppressed enemy firing positions, inch by inch, extending the control of. Assault force was fighting with the guards on the top floor. For large sewer running Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They climb the metal stairs, jump out of the manhole and go join the fight.

Peter opens his eyes. Sleep is gone. He listens intently. A distant rumble through which heard something resembling a drum roll.

The air becomes thick and stiff, it spills anxious expectation. He sits. From the ceiling coming down the sand, Peter instinctively pulls his shoulders and looks up. Suddenly there is a series of violent shocks of the Deaf, which are also terminated unexpectedly. The lamp blinks a few times. Peter looks at the door dressed up. Strong and loud explosion shakes the walls of the chamber. We hear screams, cries for help, curse. Rises a dense dust, coughs painfully Peter. When the dust settles in the doorway there is a huge figure of Schwarzenegger, he smiles and makes a gesture of invitation to the output.

Eugene Lipkovich.