<?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-16716648</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:32:59.173-07:00</updated><category term='h'/><category term='Odinstalace hry'/><category term='Inventář'/><category term='medvedi bratri'/><title type='text'>disney12</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3854332491159535303</id><published>2009-06-04T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T06:45:20.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They're good at this stuff. Really good. But now they propose to become&lt;br /&gt;something else as well; a coherent city of information, its architecture&lt;br /&gt;planned from the ground up. And they expect that whole highways of data&lt;br /&gt;will flow into and through their city. Yet they also seem to expect that&lt;br /&gt;this won't affect them. And that baffles us, and perhaps it baffles the&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans that it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I'm inclined to think that if they prove to be right, what will&lt;br /&gt;really be proven will be something very sad; and not about Singapore, but&lt;br /&gt;about our species. They will have proven it possible to flourish through&lt;br /&gt;the active repression of free expression. They will have proven that&lt;br /&gt;information does not necessarily want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps I'm overly pessimistic here. I often am; it goes with the&lt;br /&gt;territory. (Though what could be more frightening, out here at the deep&lt;br /&gt;end of the 20th century, than a genuinely optimistic science fiction&lt;br /&gt;writer?) Perhaps Singapore's destiny will be to become nothing more than a&lt;br /&gt;smug, neo-Swiss enclave of order and prosperity, amid a sea of&lt;br /&gt;unthinkable...weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God. What a fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully enough to send one lunging up from one's armchair in the atrium&lt;br /&gt;lounge of the Meridien Singapore, calling for a taxi to the fractal-free&lt;br /&gt;corridors of the Airtropolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wasn't finished, quite. There'd be another night to brood about the&lt;br /&gt;Dutchman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3854332491159535303?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3854332491159535303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3854332491159535303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2009/06/theyre-good-at-this-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7213622761959716337</id><published>2008-11-26T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:58:04.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard to say. And therein, perhaps, lies Singapore's real importance. The&lt;br /&gt;overt goal of the national IT2000 initiative is a simple one: to sustain&lt;br /&gt;indefinitely, for a population of 2.8 million, annual increases in&lt;br /&gt;productivity of three to four percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT, of course, is "information technology," and we can all be suitably&lt;br /&gt;impressed with Singapore's evident willingness to view such technology&lt;br /&gt;with the utmost seriousness. In terms of applied tech, they seem to have&lt;br /&gt;an awfully practical handle on what this stuff can do. The National&lt;br /&gt;Computer Board has designed an immigration system capable of checking&lt;br /&gt;foreign passports in 30 seconds, resident passports in fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's streets are planted with sensor loops to register real-time&lt;br /&gt;traffic; the traffic lights are computer controlled, and the system&lt;br /&gt;adjusts itself constantly to optimize the situation, creating "green&lt;br /&gt;waves" whenever possible. A different sort of green wave will appear if a&lt;br /&gt;building's fire sensor calls for help; emergency vehicles are&lt;br /&gt;automatically green-lighted through to the source of the alarm. The&lt;br /&gt;physical operation of the city's port, constant and quite unthinkably&lt;br /&gt;complex, is managed by another system. A "smart-card" system is planned to&lt;br /&gt;manage billings for cars entering the Restricted Zone. (The Restricted&lt;br /&gt;Zone is that part of central Singapore which costs you something to enter&lt;br /&gt;with a private vehicle. Though I suspect that if, say, Portland were to&lt;br /&gt;try this, the signs would announce the "Clean Air Zone," or something&lt;br /&gt;similar.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7213622761959716337?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7213622761959716337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7213622761959716337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/11/hard-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6931942820465381175</id><published>2008-10-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:08:24.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But still. And after all. It's boring here. And somehow it's the same&lt;br /&gt;ennui that lies in wait in any theme park, put particularly in those that&lt;br /&gt;are somehow in too agressively spiffy a state of repair. Everything&lt;br /&gt;painted so recently that it positively creaks with niceness, and even the&lt;br /&gt;odd rare police car sliding past starts to look like something out of a&lt;br /&gt;Chuck E. Cheese franchise... And you come to suspect that the reason you&lt;br /&gt;see so few actual police is that people here all have, to quote William&lt;br /&gt;Burroughs, "the policeman inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will it be like when these folks, as they so manifestly intend to&lt;br /&gt;do, bring themselves online as the Intelligent Island, a single giant&lt;br /&gt;data-node whose computational architecture is more than a match for their&lt;br /&gt;Swiss-watch infrastructure? While there's no doubt that this is the&lt;br /&gt;current national project, one can't help but wonder how they plan to&lt;br /&gt;handle all that stuff without actually getting any on them? How will a&lt;br /&gt;society founded on parental (well, paternal, mainly) guidance cope with&lt;br /&gt;the wilds of X-rated cyberspace? Or would they simply find ways not to&lt;br /&gt;have to? What if, while information elsewhere might be said to want to be&lt;br /&gt;free, the average Singaporean might be said to want, mainly, not to rock&lt;br /&gt;the boat? And to do very nicely, thank you, by not doing so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the faceless functionaries who keep Shonen Knife and Cosmo&lt;br /&gt;anti-feminism out of straying local hands going to allow access to the&lt;br /&gt;geography-smashing highways and byways of whatever the Internet is&lt;br /&gt;becoming? More important, will denial of such access, in the coming&lt;br /&gt;century, be considered even a remotely viable possibility by even the&lt;br /&gt;dumbest of policemen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6931942820465381175?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6931942820465381175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6931942820465381175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-still.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-137374861326639365</id><published>2008-10-07T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:51:20.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore is curiously, indeed gratifyingly devoid of certain aspects of&lt;br /&gt;creativity. I say gratifyingly because I soon found myself taking a rather&lt;br /&gt;desperate satisfaction in any evidence that such a very tightly-run ship&lt;br /&gt;would lack innovative elan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while I had to admit that the trains did indeed run on time, I was&lt;br /&gt;forced to take on some embarrassingly easy targets. Contemporary municipal&lt;br /&gt;sculpture is always fairly easy to make fun of, and this is abundantly&lt;br /&gt;true in Singapore. There was a pronounced tendency toward very large&lt;br /&gt;objects that resembled the sort of thing Mad magazine once drew to make us&lt;br /&gt;giggle at abstract art: ponderous lumps of bronze with equally ponderous&lt;br /&gt;holes through them. Though perhaps, like certain other apparently&lt;br /&gt;pointless features of the cityscape, these really served some arcane but&lt;br /&gt;highly specific geomantic function. Perhaps they were actually conduits&lt;br /&gt;for feng shui, and were only superficially intended&lt;br /&gt;to resemble Henry Moore as reconfigured by a team of Holiday Inn furniture&lt;br /&gt;designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a more telling lack of creativity may have been evident in one of the&lt;br /&gt;city's two primal passions: shopping. Allowing for the usual variations in&lt;br /&gt;price range, the city's countless malls all sell essentially the same&lt;br /&gt;goods, with extraordinarily little attempt to vary their presentation.&lt;br /&gt;While this is generally true of malls elsewhere, and in fact is one of the&lt;br /&gt;reasons people everywhere flock to malls, a genuinely competitive retail&lt;br /&gt;culture will assure that the shopper periodically encounters either&lt;br /&gt;something new or something familiar in an unexpected context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore's other primal passion is eating, and it really is fairly&lt;br /&gt;difficult to find any food in Singapore about which to complain. About the&lt;br /&gt;closest you could come would be the observation that it's all very&lt;br /&gt;traditional fare of one kind or another, but that hardly seems fair. If&lt;br /&gt;there's one thing you can live without in Singapore, it's a Wolfgang Puck&lt;br /&gt;pizza. The food in Singapore, particularly the endless variety of street&lt;br /&gt;snacks in the hawker centers, is something to write home about. If you hit&lt;br /&gt;the right three stalls in a row, you might decide these places are a&lt;br /&gt;wonder of the modern world. And all of it quite safe to eat, thanks to the&lt;br /&gt;thorough, not to say nitpickingly Singaporean auspices of the local&lt;br /&gt;hygiene inspectors, and who could fault that? (Credit, please, where&lt;br /&gt;credit is due.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-137374861326639365?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/137374861326639365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/137374861326639365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/10/singapore-is-curiously-indeed.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4535767530799423299</id><published>2008-08-11T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:49:27.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore, meanwhile, has dealt with its own sex industry in two ways: by&lt;br /&gt;turning its traditional red-light district into a themed attraction in its&lt;br /&gt;own right, and by moving its massage parlors into the Beverly Centers.&lt;br /&gt;Bugis Street, once famous for its transvestite prostitutes - the sort of&lt;br /&gt;place where one could have imagined meeting Noel Coward, ripped on opium,&lt;br /&gt;cocaine, and the local tailoring, just off in his rickshaw for a night of&lt;br /&gt;high buggery - had, when it proved difficult to suppress, a subway station&lt;br /&gt;dropped on top of it. "Don't worry," the government said, "we'll put it&lt;br /&gt;all back, just the way it was, as soon as we have the subway in." Needless&lt;br /&gt;to say, the restored Bugis Street has all the sexual potential of&lt;br /&gt;"Frontierland," and the transvestites are represented primarily by a&lt;br /&gt;number of murals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heterosexual hand-job business has been treated rather differently,&lt;br /&gt;and one can only assume that it was seen to possess some genuine degree of&lt;br /&gt;importance in the national Confucian scheme of things. Most shopping&lt;br /&gt;centers currently offer at least one "health center" - establishments one&lt;br /&gt;could easily take for slick mini-spas, but which in fact exist exclusively&lt;br /&gt;to relieve the paying customer of nagging erections. That one of these&lt;br /&gt;might be located between a Reebok outlet and a Rolex dealer continues to&lt;br /&gt;strike me as evidence of some deliberate social policy, though I can't&lt;br /&gt;quite imagine what it might be. But there is remarkably little, in&lt;br /&gt;contemporary Singapore, that is not the result of deliberate and no doubt&lt;br /&gt;carefully deliberated social policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take dating. Concerned that a series of earlier campaigns to reduce the&lt;br /&gt;national birth rate had proven entirely too successful, Singapore has&lt;br /&gt;instituted a system of "mandatory mixers." I didn't find this particularly&lt;br /&gt;disturbing, under the circumstances, though I disliked the idea that&lt;br /&gt;refusal to participate is said to result in a "call" to one's employer.&lt;br /&gt;But there did seem to be a certain eugenic angle in effect, as mandatory&lt;br /&gt;dating for fast-track yuppies seemed to be handled by one government&lt;br /&gt;agency, while another dealt with the less educated. Though perhaps I&lt;br /&gt;misunderstood this, as Singaporeans seemed generally quite loathe to&lt;br /&gt;discuss these more intimate policies of government with a curious foreign&lt;br /&gt;visitor who was more than twice as tall as the average human, and who&lt;br /&gt;sweated slowly but continuously, like an aged cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4535767530799423299?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4535767530799423299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4535767530799423299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-meanwhile-has-dealt-with-its.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3735785948055826428</id><published>2008-08-07T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:48:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ordinarily, confronted with a strange city, I'm inclined to look for the&lt;br /&gt;parts that have broken down and fallen apart, revealing the underlying&lt;br /&gt;social mechanisms; how the place is really wired beneath the lay of the&lt;br /&gt;land as presented by the Chamber of Commerce. This won't do in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;because nothing is falling apart. Everything that's fallen apart has&lt;br /&gt;already been replaced with something new. (The word infrastructure takes&lt;br /&gt;on a new and claustrophobic resonance here; somehow it's all&lt;br /&gt;infrastructure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing to find any wrong side of the tracks, one can usually rely on a&lt;br /&gt;study of the nightlife and the mechanisms of commercial sex to provide&lt;br /&gt;some entree to the local subconscious. Singapore, as might be expected,&lt;br /&gt;proved not at all big on the more intense forms of nightlife. Zouk,&lt;br /&gt;arguably the city's hippest dance club (modelled, I was told, after the&lt;br /&gt;rave scenes in Ibiza), is a pleasant enough place. It reminded me, on the&lt;br /&gt;night I looked in, of a large Barcelona disco, though somehow minus the&lt;br /&gt;party. Anyone seeking more raunchy action must cross the Causeway to&lt;br /&gt;Johore, where Singaporean businessmen are said to sometimes go to indulge&lt;br /&gt;in a little of the down and dirty. (But where else in the world today is&lt;br /&gt;the adjoining sleazy bordertown Islamic?) One reads of clubs there having&lt;br /&gt;their licenses pulled for stocking private cubicles with hapless&lt;br /&gt;Filipinas, so I assumed that the Islamic Tijuana at the far end of the&lt;br /&gt;Causeway was in one of those symbiotic pressure-valve relationships with&lt;br /&gt;the island city-state, thereby serving a crucial psychic function that&lt;br /&gt;would very likely never be officially admitted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3735785948055826428?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3735785948055826428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3735785948055826428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/08/ordinarily-confronted-with-strange-city.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-9136891314748325971</id><published>2008-08-01T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:58:11.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because Singapore is one happening place, biz-wise. I mean, the future&lt;br /&gt;here is so bright.... What other country is preparing to clone itself,&lt;br /&gt;calving like some high-tech socioeconomic iceberg? Yes, here it is, the&lt;br /&gt;first modern city-state to fully take advantage of the concept of&lt;br /&gt;franchise operations Mini-Singapores! Many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coastal city of Longkou, Shandong province, China (just opposite&lt;br /&gt;Korea), Singaporean entrepreneurs are preparing to kick off the first of&lt;br /&gt;these, erecting improved port facilities and a power plant, as well as&lt;br /&gt;hotels, residential buildings, and, yes, shopping centers. The project, to&lt;br /&gt;occupy 1.3 square kilometers, reminds me of "Mr. Lee's Greater Hong Kong"&lt;br /&gt;in Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash, a sovereign nation set up like so many&lt;br /&gt;fried-noodle franchises along the feeder-routes of edge-city America. But&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lee's Greater Singapore means very serious business, and the Chinese&lt;br /&gt;seem uniformly keen to get a franchise in their neighborhood, and pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-9136891314748325971?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9136891314748325971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9136891314748325971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-singapore-is-one-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7187255198859358945</id><published>2008-07-30T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T02:46:23.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Gosh, dad, I'm really glad you took the time to explain the Feast of the&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Ghosts to us in such minutely comprehensive detail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, son, here comes your mother with a nutritious low-cholesterol treat&lt;br /&gt;of fat-free lup cheong and skimmed coconut milk "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in many ways, it really does seem like 1956 in Singapore; the war (or&lt;br /&gt;economic struggle, in this case) has apparently been won, an expanded&lt;br /&gt;middle class enjoys great prosperity, enormous public works have been&lt;br /&gt;successfully undertaken, even more ambitious projects are under way, and a&lt;br /&gt;deeply paternalistic government is prepared, at any cost, to hold at bay&lt;br /&gt;the triple threat of communism, pornography, and drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem being, of course, that it isn't 1956 in the rest of&lt;br /&gt;world. Though that, one comes to suspect, is something that Singapore&lt;br /&gt;would prefer to view as our problem. (But I begin to wonder, late at night&lt;br /&gt;and in the privacy of my hotel room - what might the future prove to be,&lt;br /&gt;if this view should turn out to be right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7187255198859358945?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7187255198859358945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7187255198859358945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/07/gosh-dad-im-really-glad-you-took-time.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-164084932358895171</id><published>2008-07-08T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T05:17:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although you don't need Mormons making sure your pop is squeaky-clean when&lt;br /&gt;you have the Undesirable Propagation Unit (UPU), one of several bodies of&lt;br /&gt;official censors. (I can't say with any certainty that the UPU,&lt;br /&gt;specifically, censors Singapore's popular music, but I love the name.)&lt;br /&gt;These various entities attempt to ensure that red rags on the order of&lt;br /&gt;Cosmopolitan don't pollute the body politic. Bookstores in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;consequently, are sad affairs, large busy places selling almost nothing I&lt;br /&gt;would ever want to buy - as though someone had managed to surgically&lt;br /&gt;neuter a W.H. Smith's. Surveying the science fiction and fantasy sections&lt;br /&gt;of these stores, I was vaguely pleased to see that none of my own works&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be available. I don't know for a fact that the UPU had turned&lt;br /&gt;them back at the border, but if they had, I'd certainly be in good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local papers, including one curiously denatured tabloid, New Paper,&lt;br /&gt;are essentially organs of the state, instruments of only the most&lt;br /&gt;desirable propagation. This ceaseless boosterism, in the service of order,&lt;br /&gt;health, prosperity, and the Singaporean way, quickly induces a species of&lt;br /&gt;low-key Orwellian dread. (The feeling that Big Brother is coming at you&lt;br /&gt;from behind a happy face does nothing to alleviate this.) It would be&lt;br /&gt;possible, certainly, to live in Singapore and remain largely in touch with&lt;br /&gt;what was happening elsewhere. Only certain tonalities would be muted, or&lt;br /&gt;tuned out entirely, if possible. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean television is big on explaining Singaporeans to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Model families, Chinese, Malay, or Indian, act out little playlets&lt;br /&gt;explicating the customs of each culture. The familial world implied in&lt;br /&gt;these shows is like Leave It To Beaver without The Beave, a sphere of&lt;br /&gt;idealized paternalism that can only remind Americans my age of America's&lt;br /&gt;most fulsome public sense of itself in the mid-1950s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-164084932358895171?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/164084932358895171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/164084932358895171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/07/although-you-dont-need-mormons-making.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2731395554849569558</id><published>2008-06-23T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T02:38:28.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is less in the way of alternative, let alone dissident style in&lt;br /&gt;Singapore than in any city I have ever visited. I did once see two young&lt;br /&gt;Malayan men clad in basic, global, heavy metal black - jeans and T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;and waist-length hair. One's T-shirt was embroidered with the Rastafarian&lt;br /&gt;colors, causing me to think its owner must have balls the size of durian&lt;br /&gt;fruit, or else be flat-out suicidal, or possibly both. But they were it,&lt;br /&gt;really, for overt boho style. (I didn't see a single "bad" girl in&lt;br /&gt;Singapore. And I missed her.) A thorough scan of available tapes and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs confirmed a pop diet of such profound middle-of-the-road blandness&lt;br /&gt;that one could easily imagine the stock had been vetted by Mormon&lt;br /&gt;missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't have any Shonen Knife, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, this is a music shop."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2731395554849569558?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2731395554849569558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2731395554849569558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-less-in-way-of-alternative-let.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3945066497358690458</id><published>2008-06-19T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T03:05:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reddi Kilowatt's Singapore looks like an infinitely more liveable version&lt;br /&gt;of convention-zone Atlanta, with every third building supplied with a&lt;br /&gt;festive party-hat by the designer of Loew's Chinese Theater. Rococo&lt;br /&gt;pagodas perch atop slippery-flanked megastructures concealing enough cubic&lt;br /&gt;footage of atria to make up a couple of good-sized Lagrangian-5 colonies.&lt;br /&gt;Along Orchard Road, the Fifth Avenue of Southeast Asia, chocka-block with&lt;br /&gt;multi-level shopping centers, a burgeoning middle class shops ceaselessly.&lt;br /&gt;Young, for the most part, and clad in computer-weathered cottons from the&lt;br /&gt;local Gap clone, they're a handsome populace; they look good in their&lt;br /&gt;shorts and Reeboks and Matsuda shades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3945066497358690458?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3945066497358690458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3945066497358690458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/06/reddi-kilowatts-singapore-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-26161634723946466</id><published>2008-06-15T01:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:38:31.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finance Data a State Secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE: A government official, two private economists, and a newspaper&lt;br /&gt;editor will be tried jointly on June 21 for revealing an official&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean secret - its economic growth rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Times editor Patrick Daniel, Monetary Authority of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;official Shanmugaratnam Tharman, and two economists for regional brokerage&lt;br /&gt;Crosby Securities, Manu Bhaskaran, and Raymond Foo Jong Chen, pleaded not&lt;br /&gt;guilty to violating Singapore's Official Secrets Act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-26161634723946466?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/26161634723946466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/26161634723946466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/06/finance-data-state-secret-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8766970627034908779</id><published>2008-06-10T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:00:50.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the Japanese came and took it all, with dismaying ease, the British&lt;br /&gt;dream-time ended; the postwar years brought rapid decay, and equally rapid&lt;br /&gt;aspirations for independence. In 1965, Mr. Lee Kuan Yew, a&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge-educated lawyer, became the country's first prime minister.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Singapore is far more precisely the result of Lee Kuan Yew's&lt;br /&gt;vision than the Manchester of the East ever was of Sir Stamford Raffles's.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Kuan Yew's People's Action Party has remained in power ever since; has&lt;br /&gt;made, some would say, quite drastically certain that it would do so. The&lt;br /&gt;emblem of the PAP is a cartoony lightning bolt striking within a circle;&lt;br /&gt;Reddi Kilowatt as the mascot of what is, in effect, a single-party&lt;br /&gt;capitalist technocracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8766970627034908779?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8766970627034908779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8766970627034908779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-japanese-came-and-took-it-all-with.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5892973201507454440</id><published>2008-06-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:59:21.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In 1811, when Temenggong, a local chief, arrived to resettle Singapura,&lt;br /&gt;the Lion City, with a hundred Malays, the jungle had long since reclaimed&lt;br /&gt;the ruins of a 14th-century city once warred over by Java, Siam, and the&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. A mere eight years later came Sir Stamford Raffles, stepping&lt;br /&gt;ashore amid a squirming tangle of kraits and river pirates, to declare the&lt;br /&gt;place a splendid spot on which to create, from the ground up, a British&lt;br /&gt;trading base. It was Raffles's singular vision to set out the various&lt;br /&gt;colonial jewels in Her Majesty's crown as distinct ethnic quarters: here&lt;br /&gt;Arab Street, here Tanjong Pagar (Chinese), here Serangoon Road (Indian).&lt;br /&gt;And Raffles's theme park boomed for 110 years - a free port, a Boy's Own&lt;br /&gt;fantasy out of Talbot Mundy, with every human spice of Asia set out on a&lt;br /&gt;neatly segmented tray of sturdy British china: "the Manchester of the&lt;br /&gt;East." A very hot ticket indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5892973201507454440?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5892973201507454440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5892973201507454440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-1811-when-temenggong-local-chief.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8939022407726352524</id><published>2008-05-22T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:37:32.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But Disneyland wasn't built atop an equally peculiar 19th-century theme&lt;br /&gt;park - something constructed to meet both the romantic longings and purely&lt;br /&gt;mercantile needs of the British Empire. Modern Singapore was - bits of the&lt;br /&gt;Victorian construct, dressed in spanking-fresh paint, protrude at quaint&lt;br /&gt;angles from the white-flanked glitter of the neo-Gernsbackian metropolis.&lt;br /&gt;These few very deliberate fragments of historical texture serve as a&lt;br /&gt;reminder of just how deliciously odd an entrepot Singapore once was - a&lt;br /&gt;product of Empire kinkier even than Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of trying to connect psychically with the old Singapore is&lt;br /&gt;rather painful, as though Disneyland's New Orleans Square had been erected&lt;br /&gt;on the site of the actual French Quarter, obliterating it in the process&lt;br /&gt;but leaving in its place a glassy simulacrum. The facades of the remaining&lt;br /&gt;Victorian shop-houses recall Covent Garden on some impossibly bright&lt;br /&gt;London day. I took several solitary, jet-lagged walks at dawn, when a&lt;br /&gt;city's ghosts tend to be most visible, but there was very little to be&lt;br /&gt;seen of previous realities: Joss stick smouldering in an old brass holder&lt;br /&gt;on the white-painted column of a shop-house; a mirror positioned above the&lt;br /&gt;door of a supplier of electrical goods, set to snare and deflect the evil&lt;br /&gt;that travels in a straight line; a rusty trishaw, chained to a freshly&lt;br /&gt;painted iron railing. The physical past, here, has almost entirely&lt;br /&gt;vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8939022407726352524?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8939022407726352524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8939022407726352524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/05/but-disneyland-wasnt-built-atop-equally.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1129686240349497662</id><published>2008-05-19T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:40:44.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You come for golf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Business?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pleasure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sucked his teeth. He had his doubts about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is a relentlessly G-rated experience, micromanaged by a state&lt;br /&gt;that has the look and feel of a very large corporation. If IBM had ever&lt;br /&gt;bothered to actually possess a physical country, that country might have&lt;br /&gt;had a lot in common with Singapore. There's a certain white-shirted&lt;br /&gt;constraint, an absolute humorlessness in the way Singapore Ltd. operates;&lt;br /&gt;conformity here is the prime directive, and the fuzzier brands of&lt;br /&gt;creativity are in extremely short supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no slack in Singapore. Imagine an Asian version of Zurich&lt;br /&gt;operating as an offshore capsule at the foot of Malaysia; an affluent&lt;br /&gt;microcosm whose citizens inhabit something that feels like, well,&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland. Disneyland with the death penalty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1129686240349497662?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1129686240349497662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1129686240349497662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-come-for-golf-no.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8276689938763493129</id><published>2008-05-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:37:52.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's like an entire country run by Jeffrey Katzenberg," the producer had&lt;br /&gt;said, "under the motto 'Be happy or I'll kill you.'" We were sitting in an&lt;br /&gt;office a block from Rodeo Drive, on large black furniture leased with&lt;br /&gt;Japanese venture capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm actually here, the Disneyland metaphor is proving impossible&lt;br /&gt;to shake. For that matter, Rodeo Drive comes frequently to mind, though&lt;br /&gt;the local equivalent feels more like 30 or 40 Beverly Centers put end to&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it Laurie Anderson who said that VR would never look real until they&lt;br /&gt;learned how to put some dirt in it? Singapore's airport, the Changi&lt;br /&gt;Airtropolis, seemed to possess no more resolution than some early VPL&lt;br /&gt;world. There was no dirt whatsoever; no muss, no furred fractal edge to&lt;br /&gt;things. Outside, the organic, florid as ever in the tropics, had been&lt;br /&gt;gardened into brilliant green, and all-too-perfect examples of itself.&lt;br /&gt;Only the clouds were feathered with chaos - weird columnar structures&lt;br /&gt;towering above the Strait of China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cab driver warned me about littering. He asked where I was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if it was clean there. "Singapore very clean city." One of those&lt;br /&gt;annoying Japanese-style mechanical bells cut in as he exceeded the speed&lt;br /&gt;limit, just to remind us both that he was doing it. There seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;golf courses on either side of the freeway. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8276689938763493129?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8276689938763493129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8276689938763493129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-like-entire-country-run-by-jeffrey.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3482785454080485254</id><published>2008-05-02T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T04:00:36.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zákaznická podpora</title><content type='html'>Pokud vám kapitola řešení problémů v tomto manuálu nepomůže vyřešit váš problém, můžete kontaktovat naši zákaznickou podporu. Pro co nejrychlejší a nejefektivnější vyřízení vašeho požadavku nám prosím kromě přesného popisu závady zašlete také následující informace: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Název a verzi programu, se kterým máte potíže,&lt;br /&gt;značku a typ vašeho počítače,&lt;br /&gt;značku a typ vaší zvukové karty (a verzi jejích ovladačů),&lt;br /&gt;značku a typ vaší grafické karty (a verzi jejích ovladačů),&lt;br /&gt;velikost paměti RAM,&lt;br /&gt;informace o ostatních zařízeních, která jsou připojena k vašemu PC (tiskárny, modemy, joysticky),&lt;br /&gt;významnější změny provedené na vašem počítači v nedávné době.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3482785454080485254?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3482785454080485254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3482785454080485254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/05/zkaznick-podpora.html' title='Zákaznická podpora'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7350130837606756526</id><published>2008-04-26T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T02:51:04.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aktualizace ovladačů</title><content type='html'>Instalace nových ovladačů pro grafickou a zvukovou kartu vám může přinést řadu výhod (např. zvýšení výkonu, novou funkci či odstranění různých problémů). Pokud jsou herní animace pomalé nebo často dochází k zamrznutí počítače, může vám pomoci právě instalace nových grafických ovladačů. Aktualizace ovladačů ke zvukové kartě zase může vést k čistšímu a kvalitnějšímu zvuku.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Výrobci hardwaru pro své produkty pravidelně vydávají nové ovladače, které často zvyšují jejich výkon nebo odstraňují různé problémy. Zjistíte-li, že váš počítač používá více než rok staré ovladače, měli byste co nejdříve nainstalovat nové.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pokud jste grafickou a zvukovou kartu zakoupili společně s celým počítačem, pak vám jejich ovladače většinou poskytne právě výrobce počítače. Jestliže jste tyto komponenty zakoupili samostatně, ovladače hledejte na internetových stránkách jejich výrobce. Adresy těchto stránek naleznete v dokumentaci k vašemu PC nebo jednotlivým hardwarovým komponentům. Vězte prosím, že stahování nových ovladačů z internetu vás může stát telefonní či jiné komunikační poplatky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7350130837606756526?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7350130837606756526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7350130837606756526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/04/aktualizace-ovlada.html' title='Aktualizace ovladačů'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-9111438346835871441</id><published>2008-04-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T09:38:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o vašem počítači a pak je přehledně zobrazí na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;POZNÁMKA: Pokud se program DXDIAG ve vašem počítači nenachází, znamená to, že s největší pravděpodobností nemáte nainstalovánu nejnovější verzi rozhraní DirectX. V takovém případě vám doporučujeme ji stáhnout z internetové stránky firmy Microsoft na následující adrese:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/directx/homeuser/downloads/default.asp&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Po spuštění programu DXDIAG uvidíte následující záložky: Systém, Soubory DirectX, Grafika, Zvuk, Hudba, Ovládání, Síť a Nápověda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Systém obsahuje informace o vašem počítači a nainstalované verzi rozhraní DirectX. Dozvíte se zde například systémové datum, název počítače, verzi a jazyk operačního systému, typ procesoru, velikost fyzické a virtuální paměti a verzi DirectX.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Soubory DirectX obsahuje názvy a verze všech souborů rozhraní DirectX ve vašem počítači. Pokud je s některým z nich nějaký problém, DXDIAG vás na něj upozorní varovnou ikonou a hlášením.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Grafika obsahuje podrobné informace o vaší grafické kartě a jejím nastavení, a navíc vám umožňuje vypnout akceleraci DirectDraw, Direct3D a AGP textur. Kromě řady dalších informací se zde dovíte také název vaší grafické karty a velikost její paměti. Pokud program DXDIAG detekuje jakékoliv problémy s nastavením grafiky, informuje vás o tom varovným hlášením v poli označeném "poznámky".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Zvuk obsahuje podrobné informace o vaší zvukové kartě a jejím nastavení a ovladačích. Můžete zde také otestovat či upravit nastavení akcelerace DirectSound. Pokud program DXDIAG nalezne jakékoliv problémy s vaší zvukovou kartou či jejím nastavením, informuje vás o tom varovným hlášením v poli označeném "Poznámky".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Hudba obsahuje nastavení přehrávání MIDI souborů. Zde můžete otestovat součást rozhraní DirectX nazvanou DirectMusic. Pokud program DXDIAG nalezne jakékoliv problémy s MIDI nastavením, informuje vás o tom varovným hlášením v poli označeném "Poznámky".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Ovládání obsahuje seznam všech ovládacích zařízení (joysticky, gamepady, volanty apod.), jež jsou připojena k vašemu počítači, a jejich ovladačů.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Záložka Síť obsahuje seznam všech síťových ovladačů nainstalovaných na vašem počítači. Můžete zde také otestovat součást rozhraní DirectX nazvanou DirectPlay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Všechny výše popsané informace můžete uložit do textového souboru tlačítkem "Uložit všechny informace".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;POZNÁMKA: Pokud zjistíte, že ovladače pro vaši grafickou a zvukovou kartu nejsou certifikovány pro DirectX, kontaktujte jejich výrobce a zjistěte, zda vámi používané ovladače jsou skutečně nejnovější dostupné a zda jsou kompatibilní s DirectX. Nejsou-li pro váš hardware dostupné certifikované ovladače, hra bude obvykle fungovat správně i s necertifikovanými, které budou DirectX kompatibilní. S nekompatibilními ovladači však již hra správně fungovat nemusí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-9111438346835871441?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9111438346835871441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9111438346835871441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-vaem-potai-pak-je-pehledn-zobraz-na.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3190455262135431089</id><published>2008-04-09T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:58:38.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Změna nastavení grafiky</title><content type='html'>Změna nastavení grafiky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Klikněte pravým tlačítkem kamkoliv na pracovní plochu a zvolte možnost Vlastnosti.&lt;br /&gt;2. Klikněte na záložku Nastavení.&lt;br /&gt;3. Změňte nastavení barev na hodnotu "High Colour (16 Bit)" nebo vyšší. &lt;br /&gt;4. Přesuňte posuvník u položky rozlišení na hodnotu "800 x 600 pixelů" nebo vyšší. &lt;br /&gt;5. Klikněte na tlačítko "Potvrdit".&lt;br /&gt;POZNÁMKA: Za určitých podmínek může být pro dokončení těchto úprav nutno restartovat váš počítač. Pokud to bude i váš případ, následujte pouze pokyny na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pokud nebude nutno počítač restartovat nebo neprovedete žádné změny v nastavení, klikněte na tlačítko OK. Tím uzavřete panel nastavení grafiky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Řešení problémů s DirectX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tato hra používá rozhraní Microsoft's DirectX 8 nebo vyšší, které ve všech aspektech zvyšuje výkon všech aplikací.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pro dosažení maximálního výkonu hry by vaše grafická i zvuková karta měly být DirectX 8 kompatibilní. Současně musíte mít nainstalovány i DirectX 8 certifikované ovladače. Pokud budete mít problémy s grafikou či zvukem, jejich příčinou budou možná právě staré či nekompatibilní ovladače pro příslušná zařízení.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Zda máte DirectX 8 certifikované ovladače, lze snadno ověřit programem DirectX Diag (DXDiag), který byl na váš počítač automaticky nainstalován při instalaci rozhraní DirectX. Tento program zobrazí (kromě mnoha dalších informací) číslo verze a další podrobnosti o ovladačích vaší zvukové a grafické karty.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Program DirectX Diag spustíte následujícím způsobem:&lt;br /&gt;1. Klikněte na tlačítko Start a zvolte možnost Spustit...&lt;br /&gt;2. Do políčka "Otevřít:" zadejte příkaz DXDIAG a klikněte na tlačítko OK nebo stiskněte klávesu Enter. Program bude nejprve chvíli zjišťovat informace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3190455262135431089?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3190455262135431089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3190455262135431089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/04/zmna-nastaven-grafiky.html' title='Změna nastavení grafiky'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6916824958925894332</id><published>2008-04-07T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:27:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ZÁKLADY ŘEŠENÍ PROBLÉMŮ&lt;br /&gt;Pro snadné a rychlé vyřešení problémů při instalaci či hraní hry je zde několik základních zásad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Zjistěte, zda ve vašem počítači nedošlo k nějaké změně.&lt;br /&gt;Častou příčinou problémů mezi hardwarem a softwarem jsou změny v konfiguraci počítače. Pokud se setkáte s problémem poté, co jste provedli nějakou změnu ve vašem počítači (instalace nového hardware, nových ovladačů či jiného programu), pak je právě ta nejspíše jeho příčinou. Podívejte se do dokumentace k nainstalovanému hardwaru či softwaru a zjistěte, zda byly dodrženy správné instalační procedury a zda daný komponent nemá nějaké problémy s nekompatibilitou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Izolujte příčinu problému.&lt;br /&gt;I když k problému dojde během hraní hry, nemusí být tato nutně jeho příčinou. Tou může být například operační systém, konflikt hardwarových zařízení, program běžící na pozadí, stará verze ovladače apod. Je tedy vhodné zjistit, kdy přesně k problému dochází a zda k němu dochází i při spuštění jiných her či programů. Dále je důležité vědět, jaké aktivity systému se odehrávají ve chvíli, kdy dojde k chybě. Určení přesného momentu a okolností, za kterých problémy vzniknou, často značně usnadní jejich odstranění.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zjistěte, zde je chybu možno reprodukovat.&lt;br /&gt;Restartujte program a zjistěte, zda znovu dojde ke stejné chybě. Pak program odinstalujte a znovu nainstalujte a ověřte si, zda chyba i nadále přetrvala. Pokud ano, zkuste zjistit, zda k podobnému problému dojde i při spuštění jiných programů. V kladném případě může být jeho příčinou některý hardwarový komponent vašeho počítače. Přečtěte si tedy dokumentaci k vašemu PC nebo kontaktujte jeho výrobce. Zjistěte také, zda není k dispozici nový ovladač či aktualizace systému, která by daný problém řešila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ověřte si, že váš počítač splňuje alespoň minimální hardwarové požadavky pro spuštění programu.&lt;br /&gt;Nesplňuje-li kterýkoliv z požadavků, hra nebude fungovat správně.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Zkontrolujte, zda jsou všechny kabely správně zapojeny do počítače. Také se ujistěte, že všechna zařízení jsou správně nakonfigurována a nastavena. Více informací naleznete v návodu k vašemu počítači nebo vám je podá jeho výrobce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Před spuštěním hry ukončete všechny programy a aplikace.&lt;br /&gt;Před spuštěním hry vždy ukončete všechny programy včetně spořičů obrazovky, antivirových programů či programů pro správu systému. Tím maximalizujete množství paměti, které bude hra moci využít. Rovněž je důležité ukončit všechny aplikace, které v nastavený čas provedou určitou akci (např. detekci virů, defragmentaci harddisku apod.). Pokud by se taková aplikace aktivovala právě během instalace či hraní hry, mohlo by to způsobit pád počítače nebo jiné technické problémy.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Problémy s grafikou&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aby hra Prasátko a jeho velký piknik od Disneye správně fungovala, musí být barevná hloubka grafiky nastavena alespoň na hodnotu High Colour (16-bit) a rozlišení obrazovky alespoň na 800 x 600. Změna rozlišení a barevné hloubky je popsána níže.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;V kapitole "Řešení problémů" naleznete seznam grafických karet, které nejsou plně kompatibilní s touto hrou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6916824958925894332?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6916824958925894332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6916824958925894332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/04/zklady-een-problm-pro-snadn-rychl-vyeen.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6424592316880372614</id><published>2008-04-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T05:40:34.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2. Vaše CD-ROM funkci Autorun nepodporuje.&lt;br /&gt;Ne všechny CD-ROM mechaniky podporují funkci Autorun. V případě, že mezi ně patří i ta vaše, můžete zkusit kontaktovat jejího výrobce a zjistit, zdali nevydal nové ovladače, které by tuto funkci aktivovaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Co mohu udělat pro zajištění maximálního výkonu při přehrávání zvukových souborů hry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujistěte se že, systém Windows 95/98/Me správně spravuje virtuální paměť.&lt;br /&gt;Pro zkontrolování nastavení virtuální paměti klikněte na tlačítka Start &gt; Nastavení &gt; Ovládací panely. V ovládacích panelech dvakrát klikněte na ikonu Systém a zvolte záložku Výkon. Pak stiskněte tlačítko virtuální paměť a v následujícím menu zkontrolujte její aktuální nastavení.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zkontrolujte, zda jednotlivá zařízení počítače nejsou ve vzájemném konfliktu.&lt;br /&gt;Tuto kontrolu provedete kliknutím na tlačítka Start &gt; Nastavení &gt; Ovládací panely. V ovládacích panelech dvakrát klikněte na ikonu Systém a zvolte záložku Správce zařízení. Tím zobrazíte seznam všech zařízení ve vašem počítači. Pokud se u kteréhokoliv z nich vyskytuje nějaký problém, objeví se u něj varovná ikona. Kliknutím na název zařízení pak zobrazíte podrobnější informace o daném problému. Nenaleznete-li zde žádné problémy, zkontrolujte ještě, zda váš počítač pracuje při optimálním výkonu. To provedete kliknutím na záložku Výkon. Pokud naleznete nějaká konfliktní zařízení nebo zjistíte, že váš počítač nepracuje při optimálním výkonu, přečtěte si dokumentaci k vašemu počítači nebo kontaktujte jeho výrobce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zajistěte, aby na vašem harddisku bylo dostatek volného místa.&lt;br /&gt;Kromě místa potřebného pro samotnou instalaci musí být na vašem pevném disku volné místo i pro virtuální paměť systému Windows, dočasné soubory různých programů a jiné systémové aktivity. Smažte tedy programy, které již nepoužíváte, a málo používaná data zálohujte na jiný disk. Pro plynulý chod systému byste měli smazat i veškeré soubory, které zde zbyly po instalaci již smazaných programů a soubory, jež zůstaly na vašem harddisku po nesprávném vypnutí Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Podrobnější informace hledejte v dokumentaci k vašemu počítači.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Co mohu udělat pro zajištění maximálního výkonu při zobrazení herní grafiky a přehrávání animací?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ujistěte se, že máte nainstalovánu poslední verzi ovladačů pro vaši grafickou kartu.&lt;br /&gt;* Výrobci grafických karet pravidelně vydávají nové ovladače pro své produkty, které často přinášejí zvýšení výkonu či řeší problémy s různými softwarovými produkty. Pokud jste tedy v poslední době neinstalovali nové ovladače pro vaši grafickou kartu, měli byste tak učinit nyní.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zvyšte množství volné paměti&lt;br /&gt;* Ukončete všechny programy (s výjimkou Explorer a Systray), které vidíte v seznamu spuštěných programů (zobrazíte jej stisknutím kláves CTRL+ALT+DEL). Deaktivujte také všechny systémové nástroje, které jsou automaticky spouštěny při startu Windows. Programy běžící na pozadí (antivirový software, spořiče obrazovky, šetřiče energie atd.) by se mohly aktivovat právě během instalace či hraní a způsobit pád operačního systému nebo zpomalení hry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Snižte úroveň hardwarové akcelerace&lt;br /&gt;* Máte-li problémy s grafikou, můžete zkusit snížit úroveň její hardwarové akcelerace. To se provádí pod záložkou Výkon v menu Systém. Po provedení změny restartujte počítač a zjistěte, zda problém setrval či nikoliv. Nedojde-li k odstranění problému, nastavte hardwarovou akceleraci na další možnou hodnotu a celý postup zopakujte. Nebude-li možno problém tímto způsobem odstranit, nastavte hardwarovou akceleraci na původní hodnotu a kontaktujte výrobce vašeho PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aktivujte akceleraci AGP textur&lt;br /&gt;* Spusťte diagnostický panel DirectX a zkontrolujte, zda je zapnuta akcelerace AGP textur. Podrobnější informace naleznete v elektronické dokumentaci k rozhraní DirectX.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Podrobnější informace o systémových nastaveních vašeho počítači hledejte v jeho dokumentaci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: Co mohu udělat pro zajištění maximálního výkonu při přehrávání herního CD mou CD-ROM mechanikou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukončete všechny programy a aplikace.&lt;br /&gt;* Kromě běžných programů ukončete také všechny spořiče obrazovky, programy pro správu systému a antivirové programy, neboť právě ty by mohly mít drastický dopad na výkon a chování počítače během hraní hry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujistěte se, že všechny reproduktory či sluchátka jsou správně připojeny k počítači a zkontrolujte nastavení úrovně hlasitosti.&lt;br /&gt;* Ověřte si, že v ostatních programech je slyšet zvuk.&lt;br /&gt;* Zkontrolujte, zda jsou zapnuty reproduktory.&lt;br /&gt;* Zkontrolujte, zda jsou kabely od reproduktorů zapojeny do počítače.&lt;br /&gt;* Zkontrolujte, zda jsou zvukové kabely zapojeny do správného portu na zvukové kartě.&lt;br /&gt;* Aktualizujte ovladače k vaší zvukové kartě.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujistěte se, že máte nainstalovánu poslední verzi ovladačů pro vaši zvukovou kartu.&lt;br /&gt;* Výrobci zvukových karet pravidelně vydávají nové ovladače pro své produkty, které často přinášejí zvýšení výkonu či řeší problémy s různými softwarovými produkty. Pokud jste tedy v poslední době neinstalovali nové ovladače pro vaši zvukovou kartu, měli byste tak učinit nyní.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujistěte se, že je vaše zvuková karta správně nakonfigurována.&lt;br /&gt;* Problémy se zvukem jsou často způsobeny konfliktem nastavení DMA nebo IRQ. Některé starší grafické karty používají k nastavení těchto parametrů speciální konfigurační program nebo přepínače na samotné kartě. Pakliže váš počítač nepřehrává zvukové soubory správně, přečtěte si dokumentaci k vaší zvukové kartě nebo kontaktujte jejího výrobce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podrobnější informace o systémových nastaveních na vašem počítači hledejte v jeho dokumentaci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Co mohu udělat pro zajištění maximálního výkonu hry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ujistěte se, že herní CD není špinavé či poškrábané.&lt;br /&gt;* CD se mohou při běžném používání zašpinit prachem nebo otisky prstů, čímž se stanou pro váš počítač hůře čitelná. I slabé znečištění může způsobit zpomalení načítání hry nebo dokonce její pád. Pokud vám dříve hraní hry nečinilo potíže a nyní se často setkáváte s různými problémy, pak může být příčinou právě špinavé CD. Zkuste je tedy očistit měkkým suchým hadříkem a pak znovu spusťte hru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ujistěte se, že máte nainstalovánu poslední verzi ovladačů pro vaši CD-ROM mechaniku.&lt;br /&gt;* Výrobci CD-ROM mechanik pravidelně vydávají nové ovladače pro své produkty, které často přinášejí zvýšení výkonu či řeší problémy s různými softwarovými produkty. Pokud jste tedy v poslední době neinstalovali nové ovladače pro vaši CD-ROM mechaniku, měli byste tak učinit nyní.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Zkontrolujte, zda se vaše CD-ROM mechanika nachází v seznamu komponentů ve "Správci zařízení".&lt;br /&gt;* Pokud se vaše CD-ROM mechanika v tomto seznamu nenachází, pravděpodobně používá ovladače pro DOS namísto ovladačů speciálně navržených pro Windows 95/98/Me/XP. Kontaktujte jejího výrobce a zjistěte, zdali již nejsou dostupné ovladače nové. Vězte, že komunikace s výrobcem může být placenou službou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Změňte velikost cache nebo optimalizaci rychlosti v nastavení vaší CD-ROM mechaniky.&lt;br /&gt;* Pokud bude při hraní hry pod Windows 95/98/Me často docházet k zatuhnutí hry nebo jiným problémům s výkonem, můžete zkusit upravit nastavení velikosti cache nebo optimalizaci rychlosti vaší CD-ROM mechaniky. Obě tato nastavení se provádí v menu Ovládací panely &gt; Systém &gt; Výkon &gt; Souborový systém &gt; CD-ROM. Měňte zde vždy pouze jednu z voleb tak, aby bylo možno izolovat příčinu problému. Po provedení změny restartujte počítač a ověřte, zda problém zmizel. Pakliže se tak nestane, změňte další volbu a takto pokračujte až do odstranění závady. Pokud se vám nepodaří problém vyřešit, nastavte vše na původní hodnotu a kontaktujte výrobce vašeho PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podrobnější informace o systémových nastaveních na vašem počítači hledejte v jeho dokumentaci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6424592316880372614?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6424592316880372614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6424592316880372614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/04/2.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5780362975145223866</id><published>2008-03-27T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T05:20:05.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podává se polévka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Až získáte všechny přísady a předáte je Králíčkovi, na jeho večírek dorazí všichni hosté a Králíček požádá Prasátko, aby přísady zamíchalo do polévky samo. Pak budete moci postupně přidávat všechny přísady do polévky. Jednotlivým hostům pak polévku nabídnete lžičkou. Můžete tedy například zjistit, co se stane, když do polévky dáte příliš mnoho pepře či medu atd.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Všichni přátelé Prasátka mu také velmi poděkují, neboť bez něj by tato polévka vůbec nevznikla.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informace technické podpory&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Řešení problémů &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ČASTO KLADENÉ DOTAZY&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O: Proč v systému Windows 95/98/Me nefunguje funkce Autorun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ujistěte se, že je tato funkce ve Windows zapnuta. Pro zjištění použijte následující postup:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na pracovní ploše klikněte pravým tlačítkem myši na ikonu Tento počítač a zvolte volbu Vlastnosti. Tím se dostanete na obrazovku informací o systému. V horní části okna pak klikněte na záložku Správce zařízení.&lt;br /&gt;Najděte sekci označenou "CD-ROM" a klikněte na malé "+" nalevo od jejího názvu. Tím zobrazíte seznam všech CD-ROM mechanik ve vašem počítači. Klikněte dvakrát na tu, do které vkládáte herní CD, a na následující obrazovce klikněte na záložku Nastavení. Ujistěte se, že je zaškrtnuto políčko u volby Autorun.&lt;br /&gt;Pak klikněte na tlačítko Start a zvolte možnost Vypnout. V následném menu vyberte volbu Restartovat a stiskněte tlačítko Ano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5780362975145223866?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5780362975145223866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5780362975145223866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/podv-se-polvka-zskte-vechny-psady-pedte.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4905225145373868250</id><published>2008-03-25T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T05:49:38.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Domek Sovy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klíč od domku - tuto hádanku je nutno vyřešit pouze jednou.&lt;br /&gt;* Když Prasátko dorazí k domku Sovy, zjistí, že se Sova nemůže dostat dovnitř, neboť ztratila klíč.&lt;br /&gt;* Sova ví, že si klíč schovala někde u domku, ale neví kde. Potřebuje proto Prasátkovu pomoc. Musíte tedy prohledat okolí domu a nalézt Sovin klíč. Tím získáte přístup do jejího domku, kde se mimo jiné nachází i pepř do Králíčkovy polévky.&lt;br /&gt;* Klíč může být ukryt na několika různých místech. Úkryt bude při každém hraní hry jiný.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koření (minihra)&lt;br /&gt;* Tuto hádanku je pro dohrání hry nutno vyřešit pouze jednou. Později je možno ji neomezeně opakovat.&lt;br /&gt;* Až se dostanete do domku Sovy, klikněte na poličku s kořením. Sova vám řekne, že pepř, který slíbila Králíčkovi, nemůže najít, protože má ve svých kořeních velký nepořádek. Musíte tedy seřadit koření do poličky podle abecedy.  &lt;br /&gt;* Každé koření se nachází v jedné lahvičce. Na etiketě lahviček je vždy uvedeno první písmeno názvu koření. Kliknutím na lahvičku ji uchopíte a následně ji budete moci umístit do jednoho z pěti míst na poličce. Umístíte-li všechna koření do poličky ve správném pořadí, Sova vám pogratuluje a předá Prasátku pepř pro Králíčka. Nebudou-li koření umístěna správně, Prasátko vám to řekne a budete je muset zkusit seřadit znovu.&lt;br /&gt;* Vždy, když kliknete na některé koření, řekne vám o něm Sova zajímavou informaci.&lt;br /&gt;* Tento rébus je možno neomezeně opakovat. Sova má více než dvě desítky koření a bude je chtít seřadit podle abecedy, barvy víčka či výšky lahvičky. Všechny tři druhy řazení mohou být také v obráceném pořadí.&lt;br /&gt;* Jakmile získáte pepř, zaneste jej Králíčkovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbírání žaludů&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Králíček potřebuje do své OPRAVDU velké polévky i 10 žaludů. Prasátko žaludy miluje, a tak mu jistě nebude dělat problémy je vyhledat. Žaludy je možno nalézt prakticky po celém lese. Jakmile nějaký objevíte, kliknutím jej přeneste do svého inventáře. Až jich nasbíráte alespoň 10, zaneste je Králíčkovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prasátkovo album&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Prasátkovo album zaznamenává všechny důležité události, které Prasátko prožije, a nachází se v něm i seznam všech ingrediencí do Králíčkovy polévky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Vždy, když Prasátko získá některou přísadu do OPRAVDU velké polévky, můžete si jeho úspěch ověřit v albu. Daná přísada se totiž okamžitě vybarví. Dosud nenalezené přísady budou pouze černobílé.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;POZNÁMKA: Vybarvení přísady značí pouze její nalezení. Pro splnění hlavního herního úkolu ji však ještě budete muset zanést Králíčkovi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ostatní obrázky v Prasátkově albu si můžete pro zábavu vybarvit u osla Ijáčka. Kliknutím na album během vybarvování jeho obrázků získáte možnost použít všechny kreslící nástroje i v Prasátkově albu. Podrobnější informace naleznete výše - u bodu nazvaného "Osel Ijáček".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4905225145373868250?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4905225145373868250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4905225145373868250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/domek-sovy-kl-od-domku-tuto-hdanku-je.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8831078081493053515</id><published>2008-03-19T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:35:37.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jezírko s lekníny (minihra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* V další části lesa narazí Prasátko na jezírko, na jehož protějším břehu pořádali Klokanice a Klokánek svůj piknik. Na druhém břehu jezírka bude také zřetelně vidět džbánek s mlékem, které Králíček potřebuje do své OPRAVDU velké polévky.  &lt;br /&gt;* Úkolem Prasátka je nalézt správnou cestu na druhý břeh jezírka. Na své cestě přes jezírko musí Prasátko využít balvany, klády a lekníny. Až dorazí na druhý břeh, bude moci sebrat mléko pro Králíčka.&lt;br /&gt;* Při překonávání jezírka klikejte na rozličné klády, balvany či lekníny. Pokud bude daný objekt dostatečně blízko, Prasátko na něj přeskočí. Kliknete-li na objekty, které budou mimo dosah, nebo na vodu, Prasátko se o skok nepokusí.&lt;br /&gt;* Lekníny na jezírku se obvykle vertikálně či horizontálně pohybují. Pakliže narazí na nějaký balvan či kládu, okamžitě změní směr pohybu. Budete-li se chtít na takový leknín dostat, musíte na něj kliknout v pravý čas, až bude dostatečně blízko Prasátka.&lt;br /&gt;Poznámka: Tuto minihru je možno neomezeně opakovat. Hra obsahuje 10 různých jezírkových "bludišť", přičemž jejich obtížnost postupně vzrůstá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijáčkův domek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodláky od Ijáčka&lt;br /&gt;* K Ijáčkovu domku se dostanete přes malý potůček, nad kterým se nachází provizorní most v podobě dřevěného prkna. Jedná se o totéž prkno, o kterém jsme hovořili výše při překonávání pasti u Pů. Budete-li se tedy chtít dostat do Půova domu, musíte desku sebrat a přenést ji nad zmíněnou past.&lt;br /&gt;* Osel Ijáček se nachází před svou chatrčí a pokouší se malovat obrázky. Hned vedle něj leží několik bodláků, které Králíček potřebuje do své polévky. Kliknutím je přemístěte do inventáře a budete je tedy moci odnést Králíčkovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osel Ijáček (minihra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ijáček má problém s volbou barev pro své obrázky a Prasátko by mu samozřejmě rádo pomohlo. Vaším úkolem tedy bude vybarvit různé obrázky. Jaké barvy použijete, je pouze na vás.&lt;br /&gt;* S vybarvováním započnete kliknutím na Ijáčka. Tím se přenesete na obrazovku, na které se bude nacházet velký nevybarvený obrázek a řada kreslících nástrojů. Tedy barevná paleta, štětec, kapátko a houbička. Dále zde najdete dvě šipky, které slouží k přepínání mezi Ijáčkovými kresbami. Kliknutím na ikonu Prasátkova alba se vám naskytne možnost vybarvit i obrázky v tomto albu. Ikonou v pravém dolním rohu obrazovky se pak můžete přepínat mezi Prasátkovým a Ijáčkovým albem.&lt;br /&gt;* K vlastnímu vybarvování slouží štětec. Abyste jej mohli použít, musíte si zvolit nějakou barvu. Kapátko slouží k přenosu barev ze zásobníku napravo do mixážní palety v levé části obrazovky. Nanesením různých barev do jednoho políčka je smícháte. Do kapátka můžete nabrat barvu ze zásobníku, palety i vlastního obrázku. Kliknutím štětce na některou z ohraničených částí obrázků ji vybarvíte zvolenou barvou. Houbička slouží k vymazání barvy z levé palety nebo obrázku.&lt;br /&gt;* Všechny vaše obrázky budou uloženy při ukládání herní pozice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8831078081493053515?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8831078081493053515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8831078081493053515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/jezrko-s-leknny-minihra-v-dal-sti-lesa.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5344237221048201469</id><published>2008-03-17T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:03:18.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Domek Pů&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past na kolasice&lt;br /&gt;* Tuto hádanku je nutno pro dohrání hry splnit pouze jednou, nicméně pokud se později během hry rozhodnete věnovat aktivitám v Půově domu či na pasece u osla Ijáčka, musíte dřevěné prkno přemístit na příslušné místo.&lt;br /&gt;* Když Prasátko dorazí k domku Pů, zjistí, že Pů zde vykopal hlubokou past na kolasice a nyní se přes ní nemůže dostat domů. Prasátko požádá Půa o džbánek na med, který by mu Pů rád půjčil, jen kdyby se dostal domů přes svou past. Prasátko tedy musí vzít dřevěné prkno, které slouží k překonání potoka poblíž paseky s oslem Ijáčkem (viz. níže), a položit je přes Půovu past.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rozbité džbánky Pů (minihra)&lt;br /&gt;* Tuto hádanku je pro dohrání hry nutno alespoň jednou vyřešit. Vyřešením totiž Prasátko získá džbánek na med. Později je možno ji neomezeně opakovat.&lt;br /&gt;* Když se Pů a Prasátko konečně dostanou do Půova domů, Pů zjistí, že už mu zbyla jen malá kapka medu. Během její konzumace ztratí rovnováhu a při pádu shodí a rozbije všechny své džbánky na med.&lt;br /&gt;* Úkolem Prasátka je složit rozbité kousky džbánku zpět dohromady tak, aby do něj bylo možno nabrat med do Králíčkovy polévky.&lt;br /&gt;* Na obrazovce uvidíte obrys džbánku a okolo něj budou všechny rozbité kousky. Bude se tedy jednat o klasickou puzzle skládanku. Kliknutím na některý z kusů jej seberete a následně jej budete moci dalším kliknutím umístit kamkoliv do obrysu džbánku. Pokud rozbitý kus umístíte na správné místo, ozve se slyšitelné klapnutí. S tímto kusem pak již nebude moci dále pohybovat. Umístíte-li rozbitý kus špatně, musíte jej znovu sebrat a položit na jiné místo.&lt;br /&gt;* Až budou všechny střepy správně umístěny, spojí se dohromady a džbánek bude opraven. Pů Prasátku poděkuje a požádá ho, zda by jej zaneslo Králíčkovi místo něj.  &lt;br /&gt;* S džbánkem pak Prasátko musí jít zpět k Tygrovi, který jej naplní medem z hnízda.&lt;br /&gt;Poznámka: Skládání džbánku je možno neomezeně opakovat. Při každém pokusu bude druh džbánku i počet kusů jiný.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5344237221048201469?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5344237221048201469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5344237221048201469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/domek-p-past-na-kolasice-tuto-hdanku-je.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6225926796687944203</id><published>2008-03-13T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T06:51:07.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menu voleb&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pro vstup do menu voleb slouží ikona dveří v levém dolním rohu obrazovky. Po kliknutí na ni se v levé části obrazovky objeví menu s následujícími volbami:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Titulky - Zde můžete zapnout nebo vypnout české titulky.&lt;br /&gt;Hlasitost - Tento posuvník slouží k úpravě hlasitosti všech herních zvuků. Standardně je nastaven na 100 %.&lt;br /&gt;Hudba - Následující posuvník upravuje hlasitost hudby a standardně je na hodnotě 40 %.&lt;br /&gt;Autoři - Toto tlačítko zobrazí informace o autorech hry.&lt;br /&gt;Uložit - Po stisknutí tohoto tlačítka se přenesete na obrazovku ukládání hry. Kurzor myši se změní na obrázek vaší současné pozice ve hře. Kliknutím na jedno z šesti políček pak uložíte hru do dané úložné pozice. V případě, že všechna políčka zaplníte, můžete kterékoliv z nich přepsat tak, že do něj znovu uložíte svou pozici.&lt;br /&gt;Nahrát - Kliknutím na toto tlačítko se přenesete na obrazovku nahrávání hry. Kliknutím na jeden z šesti obrázků pak můžete nahrát příslušnou pozici.&lt;br /&gt;Restart - Tímto tlačítkem můžete začít hrát hru znovu od začátku.&lt;br /&gt;Konec - Takto označené tlačítko ukončí hru a vrátí vás do systému Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Návrat - Poslední tlačítko slouží k uzavření menu voleb a návratu do hry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Horké klávesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt + F4 - okamžité ukončení hry a návrat do Windows (vaše aktuální pozice však nebude uložena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESC nebo MEZERNÍK - přeskočení animované sekvence nebo rozhovoru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hádanky a herní aktivity&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Návštěva Králíčka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V lese je zase jednou opravdu nádherný slunečný den. Prasátko si je navíc jisto, že dnešek je zcela nepochybně velmi významný. Proto si jej chce namalovat do svého alba, ale brzy zjišťuje, že úplně zapomnělo, čím je právě dnešek tak důležitý. &lt;br /&gt;Nakonec Prasátko usoudí, že odpověď na tuto otázku bude znát Králíček. Králíček vždy ví o všech důležitých událostech. Musíte tedy dovést Prasátko ke Králíčkovu domu. Když však zaklepete na jeho dveře, nikdo vám nepřijde otevřít. Králíček totiž klepání neuslyší.&lt;br /&gt;Již na první pohled se nabízí možnost zazvonit na zvonek nalevo od dveří, nicméně ten je příliš vysoko a Prasátko na něj nedosáhne. Může si však pomoci přesunutím malé stoličky, která se nachází na pravé straně dveří. Pak Králíček konečně otevře dveře a pozve Prasátko dále. To brzo zjistí, že Králíček je velmi zaneprázdněn vařením OPRAVDU velké polévky pro všechny své přátele. Ti mu také slíbili přinést rozličné přísady do polévky, ale žádný z nich dosud nedorazil. Králíček je bezradný a dobrosrdečné Prasátko mu ihned nabídne svou pomoc.&lt;br /&gt;Prasátko si rychle nakreslí do svého alba všechny potřebné přísady. Jedná se o med, bodláky, žaludy, pepř a mléko a různé druhy zeleniny. Králíček dále předá Prasátku košík a pošle ho na svou zahrádku pro zeleninu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sbírání zeleniny&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;* Na Králíčkově zahrádce rostou následující druhy zeleniny: mrkev, brambory, cibule, pastinák a ředkvičky.&lt;br /&gt;* Aby byla hra zajímavější, Králíček bude při každém hraní hry požadovat jiné druhy zeleniny. Požadované druhy je nutno utrhnout, nicméně vám nic nebrání nasbírat tolik zeleniny, kolik jen chcete. Všechny nasbírané druhy zeleniny pak budou Prasátku na konci hry k dispozici při výrobě OPRAVDU velké polévky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Získání medu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kousek od Králíčkova domu narazí Prasátko na Tygra, který poskakuje pod velkým stromem. Tygr Prasátku řekne, že pod větví se nachází včelí hnízdo plné lahodného medu.&lt;br /&gt;* Med je potřeba do Králíčkovy OPRAVDU velké polévky a Tygr Prasátku slíbí, že mu pro něj vyskočí, pokud mu přinese vhodnou nádobu (džbánek na med). Tu Prasátko prozatím nemá, ale moc dobře ví, kde by se dala obstarat. Proto se vydává směrem k domu Pů.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6225926796687944203?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6225926796687944203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6225926796687944203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/menu-voleb-pro-vstup-do-menu-voleb-slou.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2827383420224485837</id><published>2008-03-11T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:39:32.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inventář'/><title type='text'>Inventář</title><content type='html'>Inventář&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Váš inventář má podobu dlouhého černého pruhu v dolní části obrazovky. Na začátku hry se v něm bude nacházet pouze ikona dveří (úplně nalevo) a ikona Prasátkova alba (napravo). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do inventáře budou postupně přibývat rozličné předměty, které Prasátko během svého putování získá. Budete-li chtít některý z předmětů použít, klikněte na něj a pak jej pomocí myši přetáhněte nad místo, kde jej chcete použít, či postavu, které ho chcete dát.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ikona kurzoru se automaticky vybarví ve chvíli, kdy předmět z inventáře umístíte nad místo, kde jej bude možno použít. K vlastnímu použití dojde poté, co kliknete levým tlačítkem myši.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Košík na zeleninu:&lt;br /&gt;Tento košík slouží Prasátku k transportu zeleniny z Králíčkovy zahrádky. Do košíku může nasbírat jednu či více mrkví, cibulí, brambor, pastináků či ředkviček.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prkno:&lt;br /&gt;Toto pevné a ploché prkno je možno použít k překonání pasti na kolasice u domku Pů či úzkého potoka, poblíž kterého naleznete osla Ijáčka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opravený džbánek na med:&lt;br /&gt;Nejprve rozbitý a pak znovu opravený džbánek na med slouží (jak už název napovídá) k transportu medu. Může být buď prázdný nebo plný medu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Džbán mléka:&lt;br /&gt;Džbán mléka může Prasátko získat na druhém břehu jezírka s lekníny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodláky:&lt;br /&gt;Bodláky od osla Ijáčka jsou jednou z přísad do Králíčkovy polévky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Žaludy:&lt;br /&gt;Lahodné žaludy je možno najít po celém lese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepř:&lt;br /&gt;Pepř od Sovy je další přísadou do Králíčkovy polévky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2827383420224485837?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2827383420224485837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2827383420224485837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/invent.html' title='Inventář'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2978021390485299987</id><published>2008-03-04T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:44:16.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Odinstalace hry'/><title type='text'>Odinstalace hry</title><content type='html'>Hru můžete kdykoliv odinstalovat následujícím způsobem:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Klikněte na tlačítko "Start" a najeďte do složky Programy (Windows 95/98/Me) nebo Všechny programy (Windows XP).&lt;br /&gt;2. Vyhledejte složku Disney Interactive a v ní podsložku Prasátko a jeho velký piknik.&lt;br /&gt;3. V podsložce Prasátko a jeho velký piknik klikněte na odinstalační ikonu.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pro dokončení odinstalace následujte pokyny na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DŮLEŽITÉ: V zájmu kompatibility se systémem Windows XP jsou uložené pozice ze hry ukládány do následujícího adresáře na vašem harddisku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:\Windows\Application Data\Disney Interactive\PIGLET1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento adresář nebude během odinstalace smazán a budete tak tedy muset učinit manuálně.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hraní hry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Náš příběh začíná ve chvíli, kdy se Prasátko vydává na procházku ze svého domu. S sebou si nese své album, kam si bude zaznamenávat všechny důležité události, které prožije. První záznam by se měl týkat velmi významného dne, jenž je právě dnes. Prasátko si však brzy uvědomí, že díky všemu tomu vzrušení úplně zapomnělo, čím je právě dnešek tak významný.&lt;br /&gt;Rozhodne se tedy zajít za Králíčkem, který vždy ví o všech důležitých událostech. Když k němu dorazí, zjistí, že Králíček má plné ruce práce. Musí totiž uvařit OPRAVDU velkou polévku pro OPRAVDU velký večírek pro všechny své přátele. A to je právě to, čím je dnešek tak významný.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ovládání&lt;br /&gt;Celá hra se ovládá kurzorem myši, který má za běžných okolností podobu nevybarveného obrysu. Pokud s ním najedete nad objekt, se kterým lze provést nějakou akci, automaticky se vybarví. Kliknutím na takový objekt pak spustíte některou z mnoha druhů akcí, které jsou s různými objekty v lese spojeny. Bude-li se jednat o předmět, který Prasátko může nějak využít, automaticky se přemístí do jeho inventáře, jenž se nachází v dolní části obrazovky.&lt;br /&gt;Pokud kurzorem najedete na dveře či cestu do jiné části lesa (obvykle okraj obrazovky), jeho vzhled se automaticky změní na symbol šipky. Kliknutím pak Prasátko přesunete do nové oblasti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2978021390485299987?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2978021390485299987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2978021390485299987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/03/odinstalace-hry.html' title='Odinstalace hry'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-9044574529144271633</id><published>2008-02-23T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T04:33:29.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instalace hry</title><content type='html'>Instalace hry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Před začátkem instalace nejprve ukončete všechny spuštěné programy a aplikace. Nezapomeňte ukončit i všechny aktivní spořiče obrazovky, utility pro správu systému, antivirové programy či jakékoliv jiné rezidentní programy, neboť tyto by mohly nepříznivě ovlivnit instalaci hry. Pak vložte herní CD do vaší CD-ROM mechaniky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pokud vaše CD-ROM mechanika podporuje funkci Autorun (a tato je ve vašem operačním systému zapnuta), pak se na obrazovce automaticky objeví instalační menu hry. V takovém případě postupujte podle pokynů zobrazených na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pokud se na obrazovce žádné menu neobjeví, postupujte následovně:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Klikněte na tlačítko "Start" a zvolte možnost "Spustit...".&lt;br /&gt;2. Do pole označeného "Otevřít" napište následující příkaz "D:\autoplay.exe" (D: případně nahraďte správným písmenem vaší CD-ROM mechaniky) a klikněte na tlačítko "OK". &lt;br /&gt;3. Klikněte na tlačítko "Instalovat" pro zahájení instalace. Pak již pouze následujte pokyny na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spuštění hry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pokud vaše CD-ROM mechanika podporuje funkci Autorun, pak se po vložení herního CD automaticky objeví spouštěcí menu.&lt;br /&gt;Pro spuštění hry klikněte na volbu "Hrát".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pokud se z jakéhokoliv důvodu toto menu neobjeví, otevřete nabídku Start, najeďte do složky Programy (Windows 95/98/Me) nebo Všechny programy (Windows XP) a zde klikněte na podsložku Disney Interactive. V té se nachází další podsložka s názvem Prasátko a jeho velký piknik, v níž již najdete ikonu pro spuštění hry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-9044574529144271633?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9044574529144271633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9044574529144271633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/02/instalace-hry.html' title='Instalace hry'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2798523039690444779</id><published>2008-01-31T22:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:47:06.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DŮLEŽITÉ!&lt;br /&gt;Pro optimální chod hry je kromě splnění minimálních hardwarových požadavků vhodné nainstalovat poslední verze ovladačů pro všechny komponenty ve vašem počítači.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doporučená konfigurace:&lt;br /&gt;Zákaznická podpora Disney Interactive doporučuje pro dosažení maximálního výkonu hry Prasátko a jeho velký piknik od Disneye následující hardwarovou konfiguraci:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Procesor Intel Pentium(tm) II, 266MHz nebo rychlejší&lt;br /&gt;64MB RAM nebo více&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DŮLEŽITÉ INFORMACE PRO UŽIVATELE MICROSOFT WINDOWS® XP:&lt;br /&gt;Ačkoliv tuto hru je možno nainstalovat i spustit pod operačním systémem Windows XP, někteří jeho uživatelé se mohou setkat s problémy. Instalační program hry nebyl navržen pro pokročilý systém bezpečnosti, který je součástí Windows XP. Pro instalaci a odinstalaci hry proto budete potřebovat administrátorská práva. V závislosti na konfiguraci vašeho systému mohou být tato práva vyžadována i pro vlastní spuštění hry. Více informací o administrátorských právech naleznete v dokumentaci k operačnímu systému Windows XP.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Microsoft a Windows jsou registrovanými ochrannými známkami firmy Microsoft Corporation ve Spojených státech amerických a dalších zemích.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2798523039690444779?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2798523039690444779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2798523039690444779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/dleit-pro-optimln-chod-hry-je-krom_31.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-832794377121126957</id><published>2008-01-31T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:46:53.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DŮLEŽITÉ!&lt;br /&gt;Pro optimální chod hry je kromě splnění minimálních hardwarových požadavků vhodné nainstalovat poslední verze ovladačů pro všechny komponenty ve vašem počítači.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doporučená konfigurace:&lt;br /&gt;Zákaznická podpora Disney Interactive doporučuje pro dosažení maximálního výkonu hry Prasátko a jeho velký piknik od Disneye následující hardwarovou konfiguraci:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Procesor Intel Pentium(tm) II, 266MHz nebo rychlejší&lt;br /&gt;64MB RAM nebo více&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DŮLEŽITÉ INFORMACE PRO UŽIVATELE MICROSOFT WINDOWS® XP:&lt;br /&gt;Ačkoliv tuto hru je možno nainstalovat i spustit pod operačním systémem Windows XP, někteří jeho uživatelé se mohou setkat s problémy. Instalační program hry nebyl navržen pro pokročilý systém bezpečnosti, který je součástí Windows XP. Pro instalaci a odinstalaci hry proto budete potřebovat administrátorská práva. V závislosti na konfiguraci vašeho systému mohou být tato práva vyžadována i pro vlastní spuštění hry. Více informací o administrátorských právech naleznete v dokumentaci k operačnímu systému Windows XP.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Microsoft a Windows jsou registrovanými ochrannými známkami firmy Microsoft Corporation ve Spojených státech amerických a dalších zemích.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-832794377121126957?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/832794377121126957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/832794377121126957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/dleit-pro-optimln-chod-hry-je-krom.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-289845748817845361</id><published>2008-01-23T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:17:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prasátko a jeho velký piknik od Disneye e-manuál&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Králíček je velmi nervózní, neboť se dosud neobjevil ani jeden z jeho přátel, aby mu pomohl s vařením jeho OPRAVDU velké polévky. Prasátko mu nabízí svou pomoc, a tomu zase musí pomoci vaše dítě. Prasátko je velmi malé zvířátko, které má ale velké srdce, a tak jistě bude svým lesním přátelům dobrým pomocníkem. Úkolem hry je prozkoumat celý les, vyřešit logické hádanky a pomoci tak Prasátku a Králíčkovi připravit velkou lesní oslavu. Další zábavu poskytují čtyři minihry, které jsou zakomponovány přímo do hry a lze se jim věnovat neomezeně dlouho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwarové požadavky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minimální konfigurace:&lt;br /&gt;Pokud váš počítač nesplňuje kterýkoliv z následujících požadavků, hra Prasátko a jeho velký piknik od Disneye nebude fungovat správně.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Microsoft® Windows® 95/98/Me/XP&lt;br /&gt;Procesor Intel Pentium(tm), 200 MHz nebo rychlejší&lt;br /&gt;32MB RAM&lt;br /&gt;120MB volného místa na harddisku&lt;br /&gt;8x rychlostní CD-ROM mechanika&lt;br /&gt;16-bitová DirectX 8.0a kompatibilní zvuková karta&lt;br /&gt;DirectX 8.0a kompatibilní grafická karta s 2MB paměti schopná 16-bitové barevné hloubky&lt;br /&gt;DirectX 5 (8.0a přiloženo na herním CD)&lt;br /&gt;Java-kompatibilní internetový prohlížeč (např. Internet Explorer 4.0 nebo Netscape Navigator 4.08 nebo vyšší)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-289845748817845361?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/289845748817845361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/289845748817845361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/prastko-jeho-velk-piknik-od-disneye-e.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2376495678465826882</id><published>2008-01-12T10:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:59:29.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10&lt;br /&gt;00:03:29,261 --&gt; 00:03:33,015&lt;br /&gt;extemporized and thought up&lt;br /&gt;before your very eáno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;00:03:33,056 --&gt; 00:03:35,225&lt;br /&gt;All right, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;00:03:35,267 --&gt; 00:03:39,229&lt;br /&gt;Room Here for everyone&lt;br /&gt;GatHer around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;00:03:39,271 --&gt; 00:03:41,648&lt;br /&gt;The constable´s&lt;br /&gt;"responstable.´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;00:03:41,732 --&gt; 00:03:44,151&lt;br /&gt;Now, how does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;00:03:48,530 --&gt; 00:03:52,576&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Miss Lark&lt;br /&gt;I got one for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2376495678465826882?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2376495678465826882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2376495678465826882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-000329261-000333015-extemporized-and_12.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2948477873084851915</id><published>2008-01-12T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:59:29.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10&lt;br /&gt;00:03:29,261 --&gt; 00:03:33,015&lt;br /&gt;extemporized and thought up&lt;br /&gt;before your very eáno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11&lt;br /&gt;00:03:33,056 --&gt; 00:03:35,225&lt;br /&gt;All right, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;00:03:35,267 --&gt; 00:03:39,229&lt;br /&gt;Room Here for everyone&lt;br /&gt;GatHer around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13&lt;br /&gt;00:03:39,271 --&gt; 00:03:41,648&lt;br /&gt;The constable´s&lt;br /&gt;"responstable.´´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14&lt;br /&gt;00:03:41,732 --&gt; 00:03:44,151&lt;br /&gt;Now, how does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;00:03:48,530 --&gt; 00:03:52,576&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Miss Lark&lt;br /&gt;I got one for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2948477873084851915?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2948477873084851915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2948477873084851915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-000329261-000333015-extemporized-and.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7683744000753805638</id><published>2008-01-07T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T02:06:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1&lt;br /&gt;00:01:53,165 --&gt; 00:01:56,752&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHiminy, CHim cHiminy&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHim cHeree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;00:01:56,793 --&gt; 00:02:01,006&lt;br /&gt;A sweep is as lucky as lucky can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;00:02:01,089 --&gt; 00:02:04,760&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHiminy, CHim cHiminy&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHim cHeroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;00:02:04,801 --&gt; 00:02:09,139&lt;br /&gt;Good luck will rub off&lt;br /&gt;wHen He sHakes Hands witH you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;00:02:09,223 --&gt; 00:02:13,268&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHiminy&lt;br /&gt;CHim cHim cHeree, cHim cHeroo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;00:02:13,310 --&gt; 00:02:14,645&lt;br /&gt;Rum diddly-diddly-diddly&lt;br /&gt;Rum diddle-die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;00:02:14,686 --&gt; 00:02:16,647&lt;br /&gt;Rum diddly-diddly-diddly&lt;br /&gt;Rum diddle-die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;00:03:24,381 --&gt; 00:03:26,550&lt;br /&gt;All right, ladies and gents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;00:03:26,633 --&gt; 00:03:29,219&lt;br /&gt;comical poems suitable&lt;br /&gt;for the occasion...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7683744000753805638?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7683744000753805638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7683744000753805638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-000153165-000156752-chim-chiminy-chim.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5097322876285854300</id><published>2007-12-29T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T03:26:02.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>01 Tiesto - Forever Today (Intro)&lt;br /&gt;02 Hammer &amp; Bennet - Language (Santiago Nino Dub Tech Remix)&lt;br /&gt;03 Inner Stories - Beyond&lt;br /&gt;04 Estuera vs. Re:Locate - Palma Salone&lt;br /&gt;05 Blank &amp; Jones ft. Bobo - Perfect Silence (E-Craig's "212" Mix) &lt;br /&gt;06 Adam White &amp; Andy Moor pr. Whiteroom ft. Amy Cooper - Someday (Original Instrumental Mix)&lt;br /&gt;07 Sensorica vs. J Key - Only One&lt;br /&gt;08 Tiesto - Just Be (Original Mix)&lt;br /&gt;09 Mr Sam - Lyteo (Rank 1 Remix)&lt;br /&gt;10 Rank 1 - Beats@Rank1.com&lt;br /&gt;11 ID&lt;br /&gt;12 Ernesto vs. Bastian - Darkside Of The Moon&lt;br /&gt;13 Tiesto - Olympic Flame&lt;br /&gt;14 Tiesto - Forever Today [With Live Electric Violin Perfomance by DJ Mason]&lt;br /&gt;15 Ron van den Beuken - Sunset&lt;br /&gt;16 Jonas Steur - Silent Waves&lt;br /&gt;17 ID [#9 Aria Montreal (11-06-04)]&lt;br /&gt;18 Sinead O'Connor - Troy (Push Remix)&lt;br /&gt;19 Matthew Dekay vs. Proluctors - Bad&lt;br /&gt;20 Skin - Faithfulness (Tiesto Remix)&lt;br /&gt;21 Tiesto - Traffic&lt;br /&gt;22 Abel Ramos - Aquarius (Randy Katana's "Dubdown" Remix) &lt;br /&gt;23 The Freak pr. Exo - Above The Clouds (Mark Norman Remix)&lt;br /&gt;24 ID &lt;br /&gt;25 Darren Tate - Prayer For A God&lt;br /&gt;26 Tiesto - Lethal Industry (Tiesto 2004 Edit) [With Live Electric Violin Perfomance by DJ Mason]&lt;br /&gt;27 M.I.D.O.R. &amp; Six4Eight - No Man's Land&lt;br /&gt;28 Joop - The World &lt;br /&gt;29 Push - Universal Nation (Montana Edit)&lt;br /&gt;30 ID &lt;br /&gt;31 Joop - Another World [Encore]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5097322876285854300?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5097322876285854300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5097322876285854300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/01-tiesto-forever-today-intro-02-hammer.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7878706589514455092</id><published>2007-12-13T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T04:00:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F. TVŮRCI HRY&lt;br /&gt;Disney Interactive&lt;br /&gt;Hlavní producent&lt;br /&gt;Lorri Broda&lt;br /&gt;Manažer výpravy&lt;br /&gt;Yukako Inoue&lt;br /&gt;Softwarový inženýr&lt;br /&gt;Andy Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Lokalizační manažer&lt;br /&gt;Philippe Juton&lt;br /&gt;Lokalizační producent&lt;br /&gt;Ticket Carson&lt;br /&gt;Asistent lokalizačního producenta&lt;br /&gt;Jason L.Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Konzultant&lt;br /&gt;Tina Aughinbaugh&lt;br /&gt;Manažer administrace práv&lt;br /&gt;Tamira Webster&lt;br /&gt;Styk se zákazníky&lt;br /&gt;Patrick R. Burns&lt;br /&gt;Vedoucí marketingu&lt;br /&gt;Dana Long&lt;br /&gt;Asistent vedoucího marketingu&lt;br /&gt;Leo Olebe&lt;br /&gt;Manažer výtvarného zpracování&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Cotter&lt;br /&gt;Hlavní návrhář&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine Ellsworth&lt;br /&gt;Vedoucí dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;David Arnspiger&lt;br /&gt;Odborný poradce dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Luigi Pardo&lt;br /&gt;Project Lead&lt;br /&gt;Roberto Loiederman&lt;br /&gt;Vedoucí tester&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gay&lt;br /&gt;Testovací tým dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Norv Brooks&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Hartmann&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir Krasnopolski&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Esperanza Montano&lt;br /&gt;Shin Park&lt;br /&gt;Steve Ross&lt;br /&gt;Sookias Sookiasian&lt;br /&gt;Robert Torres&lt;br /&gt;Technický tým dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Scott Torroll, vedoucí technického týmu dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Mario Donis, technik&lt;br /&gt;Caesar Infante, technik&lt;br /&gt;Emil Haghnazarian, vedoucí reprodukce&lt;br /&gt;Vahe Stambultsyan, technik reprodukce&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Royes, technik reprodukce&lt;br /&gt;Hlasy Disneyových postav&lt;br /&gt;Randy Coppinger&lt;br /&gt;Ben Hoppe&lt;br /&gt;Renee Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Ned Lott&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Monroe&lt;br /&gt;Susan Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Své hlasy propůjčili:&lt;br /&gt;Paul Christie&lt;br /&gt;Michael Clarke Duncan&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Mastrogiorgio&lt;br /&gt;Rick Moranis&lt;br /&gt;Jason Raize&lt;br /&gt;Reed Rudy&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Suarez&lt;br /&gt;Dave Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Nahrávací služby poskytl Skylark Sound&lt;br /&gt;Zvláštní poděkování&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Blaise&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Hand&lt;br /&gt;Rita Kedineoglu&lt;br /&gt;Scott Seiffert&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Slagle&lt;br /&gt;Robert Walker&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Williams&lt;br /&gt;Christine Cheret&lt;br /&gt;Miriam Cullen&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Duperron&lt;br /&gt;KnowWonder&lt;br /&gt;Producent&lt;br /&gt;Aspen Price&lt;br /&gt;Manažer vývoje&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Quest Locher&lt;br /&gt;Hlavní vývojář&lt;br /&gt;T Elliot "Myscha the Sled Dog" Cannon&lt;br /&gt;Design úrovní&lt;br /&gt;Crista Forrest&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;Další design úrovní&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Rubright&lt;br /&gt;Výtvarníci animovaných sekvencí&lt;br /&gt;John Irick&lt;br /&gt;Chad Verrall&lt;br /&gt;Art Lead&lt;br /&gt;Philip Dennison&lt;br /&gt;Modely postav a animace&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Hocken&lt;br /&gt;Jason Newkirk&lt;br /&gt;Shane Olson&lt;br /&gt;Výtvarníci prostředí&lt;br /&gt;Lorian Kiesel&lt;br /&gt;Mok Marquardt&lt;br /&gt;Jason Southwick&lt;br /&gt;David Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;Hlavní technik&lt;br /&gt;David Lawson&lt;br /&gt;Programování&lt;br /&gt;Jess Crable&lt;br /&gt;Vikki Zarkovich&lt;br /&gt;Další programování&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Berke&lt;br /&gt;Brian Elston&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lankerovich&lt;br /&gt;Scott Miller&lt;br /&gt;Frank Van der Salm&lt;br /&gt;Janet Weddle&lt;br /&gt;Mistr zvuku&lt;br /&gt;Mark Yeend&lt;br /&gt;Kompozice a design zvuku&lt;br /&gt;Noel Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;Hudba&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Bourianoff, housle&lt;br /&gt;Noel Gabriel, etnické flétny, bicí&lt;br /&gt;Alisha Gabriel, flétna&lt;br /&gt;Richard Kilmer, housle&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Williams, viola&lt;br /&gt;Scénář&lt;br /&gt;Michael Humes&lt;br /&gt;Vedení dohledu nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Bill Schneider&lt;br /&gt;Dohled nad kvalitou&lt;br /&gt;Claire Brummet&lt;br /&gt;Matt Ilon&lt;br /&gt;Engine a další nástroje&lt;br /&gt;Todd Gilbertsen&lt;br /&gt;Chris Phillips&lt;br /&gt;Steve Reddoch&lt;br /&gt;Fraser Thompson&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný producent&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Gupton&lt;br /&gt;Vedoucí producent&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Walkey&lt;br /&gt;Děti ve hře&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia Celeste Dennison&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan Jason Southwick&lt;br /&gt;Zvláštní poděkování&lt;br /&gt;Jacob Raymond Burdick&lt;br /&gt;Peter King&lt;br /&gt;Royden Lepp&lt;br /&gt;Dětské testování&lt;br /&gt;Spencer Adams&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Asplund&lt;br /&gt;Dalton Mann&lt;br /&gt;Derek Mann&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Newkirk&lt;br /&gt;Nicki Summers&lt;br /&gt;Amaze Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný management&lt;br /&gt;Dan Elenbaas&lt;br /&gt;David Mann&lt;br /&gt;Výtvarný ředitel&lt;br /&gt;Phil Trumbo&lt;br /&gt;Ředitel vývojářských služeb&lt;br /&gt;Jack Brummet&lt;br /&gt;Ředitel designu&lt;br /&gt;Kris Summers&lt;br /&gt;Operační a finanční ředitel&lt;br /&gt;Mike Dean&lt;br /&gt;Ředitel marketingu&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Asplund&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný studiový ředitel, KnowWonder Games&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Gupton&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný studiový ředitel, Adrenium Games&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Clarke-Willson, PhD.&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný studiový ředitel, Griptonite Games&lt;br /&gt;Steve Ettinger&lt;br /&gt;Studiový ředitel, The Fizz Factor&lt;br /&gt;Rodney Gibbs&lt;br /&gt;Výkonný studiový ředitel, BlackShip Games&lt;br /&gt;Scott K.Tsumura&lt;br /&gt;Amaze Entertainment Operations&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Burdick&lt;br /&gt;Susan DeMerit&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Hjertager&lt;br /&gt;Christian Kimball&lt;br /&gt;Mia Robinson&lt;br /&gt;Paul Stokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. ZÁKAZNICKÁ PODPORA&lt;br /&gt;Pokud máte nějaké technické problémy, přečtěte si prosím&lt;br /&gt;nejdříve soubor readme.txt (přip. readme.htm), který se nachází&lt;br /&gt;v adresáři s hrou. V něm jsou popsané známé problémy a postup,&lt;br /&gt;jak je řešit. Pokud zde nenaleznete řešení vašeho problému,&lt;br /&gt;kontaktujte prosím naši zákaznickou podporu mailem na&lt;br /&gt;adrese: podpora@cdprojekt.cz nebo telefonicky na čísle:&lt;br /&gt;(+420) 266 706 307 v pracovní dny od 9:00 do 17:00. Do mailu&lt;br /&gt;napište konfiguraci svého počítače (procesor, pamě,, grafická&lt;br /&gt;karta, velikost místa na harddisku) a používaný operační systém.&lt;br /&gt;Dále popište svůj problém - kdy a kde ve hře se vyskytuje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktualizace&lt;br /&gt;Nejnovější informace o této hře, nejnovější opravné patche&lt;br /&gt;a aktualizace (update) naleznete na naší internetové stránce na&lt;br /&gt;adrese: http://www.cdprojekt.cz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autorská práva&lt;br /&gt;Nabízíme Vám počítačovou hru nejvyšší kvality. Každá z námi&lt;br /&gt;vydávaných her je výsledkem mnohaměsíční náročné práce. Jejím&lt;br /&gt;cílem je neustálé zvyšování standardu našich her, které si&lt;br /&gt;zakoupíte. Prosíme o ocenění této snahy a prosím pamatujte, že&lt;br /&gt;neoprávněné kopírování her je nelegální.&lt;br /&gt;Zakoupením tohoto produktu získáváte právo užívání tohoto&lt;br /&gt;programu, které je omezené na instalaci a spouštění programu ze&lt;br /&gt;zakoupeného CD do paměti počítače v operačním systému, pro&lt;br /&gt;který tento program byl vytvořen. Každé jiné použití, to&lt;br /&gt;znamená kopírování, množení, prodej, pronájem, půjčování a jiné&lt;br /&gt;formy distribuce nebo rozmnožování produktu jsou porušením&lt;br /&gt;autorských práv vydavatele, pokud na tuto činnost od něj&lt;br /&gt;nezískáte písemný souhlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Výhradní distributor na území České republiky a Slovenska&lt;br /&gt;CD Projekt Czech s.r.o., Komunardů 36,&lt;br /&gt;170 00 Praha 7, ČR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vydává Disney Interactive.&lt;br /&gt;© Disney. Všechna práva vyhrazena.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft a Windows jsou registrovanými obchodními známkami firmy Microsoft Corporation v USA i v ostatních zemích.&lt;br /&gt;Všechny ostatní produkty a názvy firem jsou obchodními známkami svých právoplatných držitelů.&lt;br /&gt;www.disneyinteractive.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7878706589514455092?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7878706589514455092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7878706589514455092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/f.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-302155308577669378</id><published>2007-12-11T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:43:52.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Denahi&lt;br /&gt;Aby pomstil domnělou Kenaiovu smrt, vydává se Denahi na lov medvěda, který podle něj vzal život jeho bratrovi. Je to statečný lovec, jenž stopuje každý krok, který Kenai a Koda učiní, a který se k nim stále víc a více přibližuje, aby vyrovnal účty.&lt;br /&gt;Nestvůry a vedlejší postavy&lt;br /&gt;Tug&lt;br /&gt;Král medvědů a strážce tahu lososů představuje v medvědím světě otce všech svých soukmenovců. Každým rokem vede rybí obřad a pomáhá každému, kdo to potřebuje.&lt;br /&gt;Berani&lt;br /&gt;Dva berani si poradí téměř v každé situaci. Celé dny se kochají ozvěnou svých hlasů, jež se nesou po celém údolí, snaží se zapůsobit na dámy a na každého kolemjdoucího se snaží udělat dojem svou chytrostí, vybroušeným důvtipem a silou.&lt;br /&gt;Králíci a veverky: lesní zvířátka&lt;br /&gt;Tahle drobná zvířátka najdete v medvědím světě snad všude. Králíkovi věnujte zvláštní pozornost, neboť zná několik tajemství, jež mohou Kenaiovi na jeho pouti pomoci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-302155308577669378?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/302155308577669378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/302155308577669378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/denahi-aby-pomstil-domnlou-kenaiovu.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2124238478932233300</id><published>2007-12-08T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T06:57:20.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medvedi bratri'/><title type='text'>POSTAVY A DALŠÍ TVOROVÉ</title><content type='html'>Postavy&lt;br /&gt;Kenai&lt;br /&gt;Poté, co jeho bratr padne za oběť medvědovi, přísahá Kenai zbrkle pomstu. Místo trestné výpravy se však sám promění ve zvíře, kterého se ze všech nejvíc bojí a které zároveň nenávidí. V dobrodružství musí pokračovat v medvědí podobě, dokud nenalezne legendární polární záři a opět nenabude lidské podoby.&lt;br /&gt;Koda&lt;br /&gt;Toto malé, veselé a snad až příliš hravé medvídě se poté, co přišlo o matku, cítí trošku osaměle. Proto hledá přítele, kterého nalezne až v Kenaiovi. Koda mu pomůže, provede ho lesem a nakonec s ním dorazí až k domovu velkých duchů. Bez něho by to Kenai nikdy nedokázal.&lt;br /&gt;Říja a Kulich&lt;br /&gt;Tito dva losí bratři celý příběh vyprávějí způsobem, který je vlastní pouze jim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2124238478932233300?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2124238478932233300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2124238478932233300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/postavy-dal-tvorov.html' title='POSTAVY A DALŠÍ TVOROVÉ'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1403739886801183433</id><published>2007-12-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:16:05.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medvedi bratri'/><title type='text'>Zlaté totemy</title><content type='html'>Tam, kde se musíte bránit před Denahim, naleznete obranné zlaté totemy, které se – v případě, že je seberete – objeví přímo na HUDu.&lt;br /&gt;Ukazatel Denahiho života&lt;br /&gt;V úrovních, kde jste nuceni bojovat s Denahim, se v pravém horním rohu objeví ukazatel jeho života.&lt;br /&gt;Časomíra&lt;br /&gt;V ledovém průsmyku a při tahu lososů se nahoře na obrazovce objeví časomíra.&lt;br /&gt;Kosatčí totem&lt;br /&gt;Pokud na ledovém průsmyku či při tahu lososů ulovíte tento totem, zobrazí se při použití v pravém dolním rohu HUDu.&lt;br /&gt;Časomíra kosatčího totemu&lt;br /&gt;Jakmile aktivujete kosatčí totem, v dolním rohu obrazovky uvidíte, kolik času vám ještě zbývá.&lt;br /&gt;Množství kyslíku&lt;br /&gt;Tento ukazatel je důležitý při tahu lososů – musíte sbírat bublinky, aby byl pokud možno stále plný.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1403739886801183433?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1403739886801183433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1403739886801183433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/zlat-totemy.html' title='Zlaté totemy'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5642468113834978855</id><published>2007-12-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:42:00.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medvedi bratri'/><title type='text'>Tananův amulet</title><content type='html'>Naleznete-li toto kouzlo, objeví se přímo na obrazovce. Pokud pak přijdete o život pádem do lávy nebo z útesu, okamžitě se objevíte zpátky na místě a přijdete pouze o polovinu života.&lt;br /&gt;Počitadlo&lt;br /&gt;Vždy, když dorazíte na místo, kde musíte něco sbírat (například ryby, sněhové koule apod.), objeví se nahoře uprostřed obrazovky obrázek s příslušným symbolem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5642468113834978855?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5642468113834978855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5642468113834978855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/12/tananv-amulet.html' title='Tananův amulet'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7737025947106440097</id><published>2007-11-26T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:03:31.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HUD zahrnuje informace, které při hraní vidíte přímo na obrazovce. Sestává z těchto částí:&lt;br /&gt;Životy&lt;br /&gt;Při každém zranění přijdete o část života. Ztracenou energii načerpáte pomocí žaludů, lososů nebo borových šišek.&lt;br /&gt;Ukazatele totemů&lt;br /&gt;Před použitím totemu orla, vrány nebo vlka musíte nejprve nasbírat dostatek bobulek příslušné barvy, a tak jej nabít.&lt;br /&gt;Včelí plástve&lt;br /&gt;Tajnou jeskyni s prastarými zvířecími totemy otevřete teprve tehdy, až nasbíráte padesát včelích pláství. Jejich současný počet je uveden v pravém dolním rohu obrazovky, abyste měli přehled, kolik vám jich ještě zbývá nashromáždit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7737025947106440097?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7737025947106440097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7737025947106440097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/hud-zahrnuje-informace-kter-pi-hran.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2454303356819919784</id><published>2007-11-24T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T03:47:15.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Borová šiška&lt;br /&gt;Tyto šišky nenajdete tak snadno jako žaludy. Pokud se vám to ale podaří, nejenže získáte plné zdraví, ale k tomu ještě život navíc.&lt;br /&gt;Bobulky a totemy&lt;br /&gt;V levém horním rohu obrazovky se nacházejí tři ukazatele totemů. Během hry narazíte na příslušné totemy i na klíčové body, kde vám budou nejvíc k užitku. Každý z totemů má zvláštní schopnost, která vám na cestě pomůže. Před jejich použitím je však musíte nejdřív nabít pomocí bobulek příslušné barvy.&lt;br /&gt;Sbírání bobulek&lt;br /&gt;V horách často natrefíte na keříky s trsy bobulek. Přibližte se k nim co nejvíce a pomocí klávesy pro akci (ENTER nebo levé tlačítko myši) přikažte Kenaiovi, ať plody očeše. Poté je můžete sebrat. Pro nabití totemu je zapotřebí deset bobulek příslušné barvy.&lt;br /&gt;Orlí totem – brusinky&lt;br /&gt;Při použití orlího totemu se objeví duch orla Sitky, který vyzdvihne Kenaie a Kodu do vzduchu. Vy je můžete normálně ovládat a přenést se tak přes velké kaňony, strže, rokliny či jiné zdánlivě nepřekonatelné překážky.&lt;br /&gt;Vraní totem – borůvky&lt;br /&gt;Aktivujete-li vraní totem, můžete na svět chvíli pohlížet očima vrány, jež se vznáší vysoko ve vzduchu. Uvidíte tak i oblasti, které by vám možná jinak zůstaly skryty.&lt;br /&gt;Vlčí totem – stříbrné bobulky&lt;br /&gt;Vlčí duch obdaří Kenaie a Kodu velkou dávkou vitality, která jim pomůže zdolat i vysoké útesy.&lt;br /&gt;Včelí plástve a totemy zvířecích duchů&lt;br /&gt;V šesti tajných jeskyních se skrývají pradávné totemy zvířecích duchů. Vchody do těchto slují jsou označeny rytinami, které tato místa po celá staletí chránily před nezvanými hosty. K jejich otevření musíte získat padesát včelích pláství. U každého z totemů pak najdete popis, jakými vlastnostmi se jeho zvíře pyšní. Naleznete-li všech šest totemů, čeká vás zvláštní odměna.&lt;br /&gt;Obranné zlaté totemy&lt;br /&gt;Cestou můžete najít i tři zlaté totemy (medvěda, šavlozubého tygra a lososa), které vám propůjčí zvláštní schopnosti. Lze je však použít pouze v sebeobraně, pokud na vás zaútočí Denahi.&lt;br /&gt;Tananův amulet&lt;br /&gt;Naleznete-li toto kouzlo, objeví se přímo na obrazovce. Pokud pak přijdete o život pádem do lávy nebo z útesu, okamžitě se objevíte zpátky na místě a přijdete pouze o polovinu života.&lt;br /&gt;Kosatčí totem&lt;br /&gt;Při závodu ledovým průsmykem můžete sbírat kosatčí totemy. Pokud se vám podaří některý ukořistit, můžete s jeho pomocí po stisknutí klávesy pro akci (ENTER nebo levé tlačítko myši) na chvíli zrychlit svůj pohyb.&lt;br /&gt;HUD (informace přímo na obrazovce)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2454303356819919784?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2454303356819919784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2454303356819919784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/borov-ika-tyto-iky-nenajdete-tak-snadno.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2391526217509859572</id><published>2007-11-12T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:23:23.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chcete-li ovládání vrátit zpět na původní, stačí v nabídce ovládání kliknout na ikonu pro implicitní nastavení.&lt;br /&gt;Sbírání předmětů a vylepšení&lt;br /&gt;Během hry narazíte na spoustu věcí, které lze sbírat a které mohou Kenaiovi během putování pomoci.&lt;br /&gt;Zdraví&lt;br /&gt;Žaludy&lt;br /&gt;Najdete je všude v lese i v horách. Jste-li zraněni, stačí si jich pár utrhnout. Pokud jich najdete padesát, získáte nový život.&lt;br /&gt;Losos&lt;br /&gt;V každém vodním toku i tůňce se dívejte po těchto chutných rybách. Chcete-li získat život, musíte jich nalézt 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2391526217509859572?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2391526217509859572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2391526217509859572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/chcete-li-ovldn-vrtit-zpt-na-pvodn-sta.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-376030758817549690</id><published>2007-11-07T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T01:14:45.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovládání akci</title><content type='html'>Vpřed: šipka nahoru nebo klávesa W&lt;br /&gt;Vzad: šipka dolů nebo klávesa S&lt;br /&gt;Otočka vlevo: šipka vlevo&lt;br /&gt;Otočka vpravo: šipka vpravo&lt;br /&gt;Skok: pravé myšítko nebo CTRL&lt;br /&gt;Akce: levé myšítko nebo ENTER&lt;br /&gt;Úkrok vlevo: A nebo čárka&lt;br /&gt;Úkrok vpravo: D nebo tečka&lt;br /&gt;Přeskočit film: mezerník&lt;br /&gt;Úprava ovládání&lt;br /&gt;Pomocí myši klikněte na danou klávesu na seznamu a poté stiskněte klávesu či tlačítko gamepadu, které chcete této funkci přiřadit. Po skončení úprav klikněte na ikonu návratu a všechny změny se automaticky uloží.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-376030758817549690?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/376030758817549690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/376030758817549690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/ovldn-akci.html' title='Ovládání akci'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5314274609090422369</id><published>2007-11-03T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T04:01:46.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jas&lt;br /&gt;Tento posuvník nastavuje jas v celé hře.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení – str. 2&lt;br /&gt;Ovládání&lt;br /&gt;Zde si můžete prohlédnout a přizpůsobit ovládání celé hry.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení zvuku a grafiky&lt;br /&gt;Detail textur&lt;br /&gt;Rozhodněte se pro nízké, střední nebo vysoké detaily textur ve hře. Pokud váš počítač není příliš výkonný, doporučujeme je co nejvíce snížit.&lt;br /&gt;Detaily objektů&lt;br /&gt;Zde si pomocí posuvníku můžete nastavit detaily všech objektů ve hře. Jestliže nemáte výkonný počítač, doporučujeme i tuto volbu nastavit na co nejnižší detaily.&lt;br /&gt;Ledový průsmyk a tah lososů&lt;br /&gt;Jakmile dokončíte úrovně ledového průsmyku a tahu lososů, můžete se k nim kdykoliv opět vrátit. V nabídce nastavení uvidíte svůj nejlepší čas. Chcete-li si závod znovu projet, stačí kliknout na jeho obrázek. Po dokončení úrovně budete dotázáni, zda ji chcete zdolat znovu (ANO), nebo ukončit hru (NE). Zvolíte-li „NE“, pak hra skončí a vrátíte se do hlavní nabídky.&lt;br /&gt;Ovládání&lt;br /&gt;Implicitní ovládání pro hru Medvědí bratři je následující:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5314274609090422369?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5314274609090422369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5314274609090422369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/jas-tento-posuvnk-nastavuje-jas-v-cel.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1809463600264638428</id><published>2007-11-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:18:03.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ukončení hry&lt;br /&gt;Pomocí této ikony se vrátíte zpět do Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení&lt;br /&gt;Tato ikona vás přenese do nabídky, kde můžete upravit nastavení zvuku, grafiky, hraní hry a ovládání. K dispozici máte dvě stránky různých možností – na další stranu se dostanete kliknutím na ikonu nastavení v pravém dolním rohu první strany.&lt;br /&gt;Totemy zvířecích duchů&lt;br /&gt;V jeskyních po celé hře jsou ukryty zvláštní totemy zvířecích duchů. U každého z nich je popis, jaké zvířecí vlastnosti v sobě nese. Naleznete-li všech šest totemů, čeká vás zvláštní překvapení.&lt;br /&gt;Tvůrci hry&lt;br /&gt;Tato ikona vyvolá seznam všech, kteří pro vás tuto hru připravili.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení – str. 1&lt;br /&gt;Herní nastavení&lt;br /&gt;Automatické skákání&lt;br /&gt;Zvolíte-li toto nastavení, bude Kenai automaticky skákat na stromy, šplhat na převisy nebo přes rokle.&lt;br /&gt;Text na obrazovce&lt;br /&gt;Aktivujte tuto volbu, chcete-li na obrazovce vidět dialogy všech postav.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení zvuku a grafiky&lt;br /&gt;Hlasitost hudby&lt;br /&gt;Pomocí posuvníku můžete upravit hlasitost hudby.&lt;br /&gt;Hlasitost zvuků&lt;br /&gt;Pomocí posuvníku můžete upravit hlasitost zvuků a řeči ve hře.&lt;br /&gt;Rozlišení&lt;br /&gt;Změna rozlišení může ovlivnit chod celé hry.&lt;br /&gt;Hloubka barev&lt;br /&gt;Změna hloubky barev může hru urychlit či zpomalit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1809463600264638428?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1809463600264638428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1809463600264638428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/ukonen-hry-pomoc-tto-ikony-se-vrtte-zpt.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2828588319177929809</id><published>2007-11-01T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:46:59.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zvuk&lt;br /&gt;Vypnout zvuk – Kliknutím na zaškrtávací políčko můžete vypnout všechny zvuky ve hře.&lt;br /&gt;Hlasitost zvuku – Pomocí posuvníku lze upravit celkovou hlasitost zvuků ve hře.&lt;br /&gt;Hlasitost hudby – Pomocí posuvníku lze upravit celkovou hlasitost hudby ve hře.&lt;br /&gt;Joystick&lt;br /&gt;Pomocí této volby otevřete ovládací panel herních zařízení pod Windows, kde si budete moci správně nastavit joystick.&lt;br /&gt;Konec&lt;br /&gt;Tímto zavřete okno a vrátíte se do Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Nabídka nastavení&lt;br /&gt;Tuto volbu lze při hraní kdykoliv vyvolat pomocí klávesy ESC. Získáte tak přehled o Kenaiově zdraví a o věcech, které jste nasbírali. Také můžete upravit nastavení, opustit stávající hru a přehrát si některou ze závodních úrovní. Samozřejmě lze odsud také celou hru ukončit a vrátit se do Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Zpět&lt;br /&gt;Tato ikona vás vrátí na předchozí obrazovku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2828588319177929809?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2828588319177929809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2828588319177929809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/11/zvuk-vypnout-zvuk-kliknutm-na-zakrtvac.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7118329911596152328</id><published>2007-10-29T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:25:50.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Příběh</title><content type='html'>Před dávnými časy, když byla Země ještě mladá a celou ji pokrýval led, třímali moc veškerého stvoření ve svých rukou velcí duchové polární záře. Tehdy žili lidé i zvířata podle stejných pravidel a bratrsky se dělili o zemi i o potravu. V Disneyově příběhu Medvědí bratři je Kenai tvrdohlavý dospívající mladík, který nechápe, že by měla být v přírodě zachována rovnováha. Když jeho starší bratr padne za oběť medvědovi, nechá se Kenai unést svými city a hledá pomstu. Velcí duchové však zasáhnou – aby poznal, co je v životě skutečně důležité, promění v medvěda jeho samotného. V této zvířecí podobě pronásleduje Kenaie jeho poslední bratr Denahi. Kenai nesmí dopustit, aby ho lovec vystopoval, a musí nalézt bájnou polární záři, domov velkých duchů, kde se opět promění v člověka.&lt;br /&gt;Kenai sám nezná cestu, a proto se k němu přidá otravné medvídě jménem Koda, jež mu pomůže. Společně je čeká strastiplná cesta, na níž musí bývalý Indián přehodnotit všechno, co pro něj dosud představovalo hodnoty bratrství. Nakonec zjistí, že proměna v medvěda vlastně není ničím v porovnání se změnou, která se udála v jeho nitru.&lt;br /&gt;Po spuštění Disneyovy hry Medvědí bratři se objeví hlavní nabídka, z níž lze zahájit novou hru, načíst uloženou pozici, upravit herní nastavení nebo se vrátit zpět do Windows.&lt;br /&gt;Nová hra&lt;br /&gt;Na začátku si můžete vybrat ze šesti prázdných pozic – klikněte na zvolené pole a zahájíte novou hru. Chcete-li přepsat již existující uloženou pozici, pak klepněte na obrázek hry předchozí a poté tlačítkem ANO své rozhodnutí potvrďte.&lt;br /&gt;Načtení hry&lt;br /&gt;Stačí kliknout na obrázek hry, v níž chcete pokračovat.&lt;br /&gt;Závodní hry&lt;br /&gt;Pokud jste již zdolali ledový průsmyk nebo tah lososů, můžete se k nim vrátit a zahrát si některý z nich ještě jednou. Stačí si napravo vybrat příslušný obrázek.&lt;br /&gt;Nastavení&lt;br /&gt;V nabídce nastavení lze upravit následující volby:&lt;br /&gt;Grafika&lt;br /&gt;Renderování – Pokud vaše grafická karta zvládá real-time 3D renderování, bude tento ovladač implicitně nastaven na Direct3D. V případě, že se vyskytnou problémy, můžete tuto volbu změnit na softwarové renderování.&lt;br /&gt;Rozlišení – Zde si můžete ze seznamu vybrat, jaké rozlišení chcete ve hře používat. Implicitně je nastaveno na 640x480.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7118329911596152328?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7118329911596152328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7118329911596152328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/10/pbh.html' title='Příběh'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2880277702541838394</id><published>2007-10-24T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:24:21.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C. Začínáme</title><content type='html'>Máte-li povoleno automatické spouštění, objeví se nabídka pokaždé, když vložíte CD do mechaniky. Stačí stisknout tlačítko Hrát a můžete začít.&lt;br /&gt;Jestliže se toto menu neobjeví, klikněte v nabídce Start na Programy (Windows 98/Me) nebo Všechny programy (Windows XP). V podnabíce vyberte Disney Interactive, poté složku Medvědí bratři a nakonec klikněte na ikonu programu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Odinstalace programu&lt;br /&gt;Program odinstalujete následovně:&lt;br /&gt;1. V nabídce Start klikněte na Programy (Windows 98/Me) nebo Všechny programy (Windows XP).&lt;br /&gt;2. V podnabídce najeďte na Disney Interactive, poté na složku Medvědí bratři a stiskněte ikonu Odinstalovat Disneyovy Medvědí bratry&lt;br /&gt;3. Dál už postupujte podle pokynů na obrazovce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2880277702541838394?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2880277702541838394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2880277702541838394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/10/c-zanme.html' title='C. Začínáme'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3693820570774460408</id><published>2007-10-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:01:21.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instalace programu</title><content type='html'>Nejprve ukončete všechny běžící programy a aplikace včetně aktivních spořičů obrazovky, pomocných a antivirových programů, aplikací pro úsporu energie a dalších programů na pozadí, aby instalace nebyla ničím narušena. Poté vložte do mechaniky herní CD.&lt;br /&gt;Máte-li zapnuto automatické spouštění, automaticky se objeví úvodní nabídka. Pro úspěšnou instalaci se pak už jen stačí řídit pokyny na obrazovce.&lt;br /&gt;Jestliže se úvodní nabídka neobjeví, postupujte následovně:&lt;br /&gt;1. V nabídce Start vyberte volbu Spustit.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do pole napište příkaz D:\setup.exe (přičemž D: označuje vaši CD mechaniku) a stiskněte tlačítko OK.&lt;br /&gt;3. Klikněte na volbu Instalovat a pak postupujte podle pokynů na obrazovce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3693820570774460408?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3693820570774460408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3693820570774460408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/10/instalace-programu.html' title='Instalace programu'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2123925101362196898</id><published>2007-10-19T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:11:18.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POZOR!</title><content type='html'>Krom toho, že váš počítač musí splňovat minimální systémové požadavky, je nutno jej opatřit také co nejnovějšími softwarovými ovladači.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doporučená systémové konfigurace&lt;br /&gt;Zákaznická podpora Disney Interactive doporučuje pro co nejlepší běh a výkon hry Medvědí bratři následující sestavu:&lt;br /&gt;• procesor typu Pentium™ II, 500 Mhz&lt;br /&gt;• 128 MB RAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odmítnutí zodpovědnosti u Windows® XP&lt;br /&gt;I když program lze nainstalovat a spustit i pod Windows XP, uživatelé s omezenými uživatelskými právy mohou narazit na problémy. Instalátor není navržen tak, aby obešel všechna vylepšená bezpečností opatření Windows XP. V závislosti na systémové konfiguraci můžete pro používání tohoto programu potřebovat administrátorská práva. Pročtěte si prosím pozorně dokumentaci k Windows XP, sekci „Administrátorská práva“.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odmítnutí zodpovědnosti u Windows 2000&lt;br /&gt;Tento produkt byl vytvořen pro chod pod Microsoft Windows 95, 98 a Millenium. I když jej můžete nainstalovat i spustit pod Microsoft Windows 2000, nemůžeme vám zaručit naprostou kompatibilitu s tímto operačním systémem. Microsoft Windows 2000 jsou primárně koncipovány pro použití v kanceláři a veškeré softwarové tituly, jež vydává Disney Interactive, jsou určeny výhradně pro domácí potřebu. V současné době neuvažujeme o žádných aktualizacích ani patchích, které by umožnily chod softwaru od Disney Interactive pod Microsoft Windows 2000. Firma Microsoft však vyvíjí aktualizace pro kompatibilitu s tímto systémem, které upravují chod různých produktů pod Microsoft Windows 2000. Někteří uživatelé tohoto systému si proto mohou tyto aktualizace stáhnout, aby jim na nich starší software fungoval. Ani to však není zárukou, že budou dobře chodit všechny produkty. Ani Disney Interactive nemůže zaručit kompatibilitu s těmito aktualizacemi Windows 2000. Podívejte se prosím na internetové stránky firmy Microsoft nebo do dokumentace k operačnímu systému či počítačovému hardwaru, kde získáte další informace o těchto aktualizacích pro kompatibilitu, jejich vydávání a technickou podporu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2123925101362196898?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2123925101362196898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2123925101362196898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/10/pozor.html' title='POZOR!'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6557312332268497357</id><published>2007-09-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:49:31.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I showed her a bowl of white roses and I said, 'I'm going to make a flower for you," he said. "And she didn't quite get it. She thought I was putting her on. But I think, as you drive around the city, it's kind of a flower. I hope it is, for her."The hall has floral carpets and a fountain made of Delft china in the shape of a rose in her honour. The Los Angeles Philharmonic was previously resident at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion but the acoustics there meant much of the sound was swallowed, forcing musicians to play more loudly. "In the new hall, a normal Los Angeles music lover will have the first opportunity to hear what the orchestra really sounds like, and I think they will be pretty astonished," said conductor Esa-Pekka Salonen. The opening concert was put together to showcase what the concert hall acoustics have to offer, from solo recitals to the full symphony orchestra. Guests attended a $1,500-per-head dinner before taking their seats in the hall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6557312332268497357?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6557312332268497357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6557312332268497357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-showed-her-bowl-of-white-roses-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4673233357497477428</id><published>2007-09-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:53:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyeur's paradise</title><content type='html'>The inaugural concert featured music by composers Bach, Mozart, Gabrielli, Stravinsky and Ligeti by the Los Angeles Philharmonic. The new concert hall will become the orchestra's permanent home. The concert hall is seen as the US city's chance to increase its cultural profile away from just movie-making. Supporters hope the multi-million venue will become an icon for the city, in much the same way as Gehry's Guggenheim museum for Bilbao and Spain. Gehry said he was proud of his new building, whose acoustics had been designed by Japanese acoustic expert Yasuhisa Toyota. "It's a voyeur's paradise," Gehry said of the building. "Not only can you hear everything in it, you can see everybody and watch other people, which is something we like to do." The idea for a dedicated concert hall in LA was put forward by Walt Disney's late widow Lillian, who initially donated $50m to the project because of her husband's love of classical music. Gehry said he took Lillian's love of flowers as his inspiration for the building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4673233357497477428?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4673233357497477428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4673233357497477428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/voyeurs-paradise.html' title='Voyeur&apos;s paradise'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1451612943504914202</id><published>2007-09-24T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T01:05:43.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Concert Hall Finally Opens</title><content type='html'>The $276m Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles has hosted its first concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beset by delays, the gala event marked the opening of the hall, which celebrated architect Frank Gehry was commissioned to design 15 years ago. Warren Beatty, Sydney Poitier and Liza Minnelli were among the Hollywood stars attending the event last Thursday. But some protesters outside complained of a conspicuous display of inequality, pointing to the nearby poverty of Skid Row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1451612943504914202?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1451612943504914202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1451612943504914202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/disney-concert-hall-finally-opens.html' title='Disney Concert Hall Finally Opens'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2679205460406325551</id><published>2007-09-22T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T14:01:55.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course in the end Wendy let them fly away together.  Our&lt;br /&gt;last glimpse of her shows her at the window, watching them&lt;br /&gt;receding into the sky until they were as small as stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As you look at Wendy, you may see her hair becoming white, and&lt;br /&gt;her figure little again, for all this happened long ago.  Jane is&lt;br /&gt;now a common grown-up, with a daughter called Margaret; and every&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning time, except when he forgets, Peter comes for&lt;br /&gt;Margaret and takes her to the Neverland, where she tells him&lt;br /&gt;stories about himself, to which he listens eagerly.  When&lt;br /&gt;Margaret grows up she will have a daughter, who is to be Peter's&lt;br /&gt;mother in turn; and thus it will go on, so long as children are&lt;br /&gt;gay and innocent and heartless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2679205460406325551?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2679205460406325551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2679205460406325551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-course-in-end-wendy-let-them-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4968527669321209455</id><published>2007-09-21T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:25:35.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Yes, I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I came back for my mother," he explained, "to take her to the&lt;br /&gt;Neverland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, I know," Jane said, "I have been waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When Wendy returned diffidently she found Peter sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;bed-post crowing gloriously, while Jane in her nighty was flying&lt;br /&gt;round the room in solemn ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "She is my mother," Peter explained; and Jane descended and&lt;br /&gt;stood by his side, with the look in her face that he liked to see&lt;br /&gt;on ladies when they gazed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "He does so need a mother," Jane said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, I know." Wendy admitted rather forlornly; "no one knows&lt;br /&gt;it so well as I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Good-bye," said Peter to Wendy; and he rose in the air, and&lt;br /&gt;the shameless Jane rose with him; it was already her easiest way&lt;br /&gt;of moving about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy rushed to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, no," she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It is just for spring cleaning time," Jane said, "he wants me&lt;br /&gt;always to do his spring cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "If only I could go with you," Wendy sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You see you can't fly," said Jane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4968527669321209455?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4968527669321209455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4968527669321209455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6343946071865355119</id><published>2007-09-12T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:13:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I am old, Peter.  I am ever so much more than twenty.  I grew&lt;br /&gt;up long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You promised not to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I couldn't help it.  I am a married woman, Peter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, you're not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, and the little girl in the bed is my baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, she's not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But he supposed she was; and he took a step towards the&lt;br /&gt;sleeping child with his dagger upraised.  Of course he did not&lt;br /&gt;strike.  He sat down on the floor instead and sobbed; and Wendy&lt;br /&gt;did not know how to comfort him, though she could have done it so&lt;br /&gt;easily once.  She was only a woman now, and she ran out of the&lt;br /&gt;room to try to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Peter continued to cry, and soon his sobs woke Jane.  She sat&lt;br /&gt;up in bed, and was interested at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Boy," she said, "why are you crying?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Peter rose and bowed to her, and she bowed to him from the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo," said Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "My name is Peter Pan," he told her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6343946071865355119?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6343946071865355119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6343946071865355119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-old-peter.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6900967474432366838</id><published>2007-09-09T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:59:22.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now surely he would understand; but not a bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Peter," she said, faltering, "are you expecting me to fly away&lt;br /&gt;with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Of course; that is why I have come."  He added a little&lt;br /&gt;sternly, "Have you forgotten that this is spring cleaning time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She knew it was useless to say that he had let many spring&lt;br /&gt;cleaning times pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I can't come," she said apologetically, "I have forgotten how&lt;br /&gt;to fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I'll soon teach you again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "O Peter, don't waste the fairy dust on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She had risen; and now at last a fear assailed him.  "What is&lt;br /&gt;it?" he cried, shrinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I will turn up the light," she said, "and then you can see for&lt;br /&gt;yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For almost the only time in his life that I know of, Peter was&lt;br /&gt;afraid.  "Don't turn up the light," he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She let her hands play in the hair of the tragic boy.  She was&lt;br /&gt;not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman&lt;br /&gt;smiling at it all, but they were wet eyed smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then she turned up the light, and Peter saw.  He gave a cry of&lt;br /&gt;pain; and when the tall beautiful creature stooped to lift him in&lt;br /&gt;her arms he drew back sharply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What is it?" he cried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She had to tell him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6900967474432366838?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6900967474432366838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6900967474432366838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8910730683638147089</id><published>2007-09-06T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:08:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lucky you," said Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And then one night came the tragedy.  It was the spring of the&lt;br /&gt;year, and the story had been told for the night, and Jane was now&lt;br /&gt;asleep in her bed.  Wendy was sitting on the floor, very close to&lt;br /&gt;the fire, so as to see to darn, for there was no other light in&lt;br /&gt;the nursery; and while she sat darning she heard a crow.  Then&lt;br /&gt;the window blew open as of old, and Peter dropped in on the&lt;br /&gt;floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He was exactly the same as ever, and Wendy saw at once that he&lt;br /&gt;still had all his first teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He was a little boy, and she was grown up.  She huddled by the&lt;br /&gt;fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo, Wendy," he said, not noticing any difference, for he&lt;br /&gt;was thinking chiefly of himself; and in the dim light her white&lt;br /&gt;dress might have been the nightgown in which he had seen her&lt;br /&gt;first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo, Peter," she replied faintly, squeezing herself as small&lt;br /&gt;as possible.  Something inside her was crying Woman, Woman, let&lt;br /&gt;go of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo, where is John?" he asked, suddenly missing the third&lt;br /&gt;bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "John is not here now," she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Is Michael asleep?" he asked, with a careless glance at Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes," she answered; and now she felt that she was untrue to&lt;br /&gt;Jane as well as to Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "That is not Michael," she said quickly, lest a judgment should&lt;br /&gt;fall on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Peter looked.  "Hullo, is it a new one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Boy or girl?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8910730683638147089?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8910730683638147089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8910730683638147089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/lucky-you-said-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7267658056247670763</id><published>2007-09-03T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T03:03:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The last thing he ever said to me was, `Just always be&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But, alas, he forgot all about me," Wendy said it with a&lt;br /&gt;smile.  She was as grown up as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What did his crow sound like?" Jane asked one evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It was like this," Wendy said, trying to imitate Peter's crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, it wasn't," Jane said gravely, "it was like this"; and she&lt;br /&gt;did it ever so much better than her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy was a little startled.  "My darling, how can you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I often hear it when I am sleeping," Jane said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Ah yes, many girls hear it when they are sleeping, but I was&lt;br /&gt;the only one who heard it awake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7267658056247670763?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7267658056247670763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7267658056247670763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-thing-he-ever-said-to-me-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2691833394713947519</id><published>2007-09-02T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T02:48:10.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why do they forget the way?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Because they are longer gay and innocent and heartless.  It is&lt;br /&gt;only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What is gay and innocent and heartless?  I do wish I were gay&lt;br /&gt;and innocent and heartless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Or perhaps Wendy admits she does see something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I do believe," she says, "that it is this nursery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I do believe it is," says Jane.  "Go on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They are now embarked on the great adventure of the night when&lt;br /&gt;Peter flew in looking for his shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The foolish fellow," says Wendy, "tried to stick it on with&lt;br /&gt;soap, and when he could not he cried, and that woke me, and I&lt;br /&gt;sewed it on for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You have missed a bit," interrupts Jane, who now knows the&lt;br /&gt;story better than her mother.  "When you saw him sitting on the&lt;br /&gt;floor crying, what did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I sat up in bed and I said, `Boy, why are you crying?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, that was it," says Jane, with a big breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And then he flew us all away to the Neverland and the fairies&lt;br /&gt;and the pirates and the redskins and the mermaid's lagoon, and&lt;br /&gt;the home under the ground, and the little house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes! which did you like best of all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I think I liked the home under the ground best of all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, so do I.  What was the last thing Peter ever said to&lt;br /&gt;you?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2691833394713947519?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2691833394713947519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2691833394713947519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-they-forget-way-because-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3504577062988854918</id><published>2007-09-01T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T07:06:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once a week Jane's nurse had her evening off; and then it was&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's part to put Jane to bed.  That was the time for stories. &lt;br /&gt;It was Jane's invention to raise the sheet over her mother's head&lt;br /&gt;and her own, this making a tent, and in the awful darkness to&lt;br /&gt;whisper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What do we see now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I don't think I see anything to-night," says Wendy, with a&lt;br /&gt;feeling that if Nana were here she would object to further&lt;br /&gt;conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, you do," says Jan, "you see when you were a little girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "That is a long time ago, sweetheart," says Wendy.  "Ah me, how&lt;br /&gt;time flies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Does it fly," asks the artful child, "the way you flew when&lt;br /&gt;you were a little girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The way I flew?  Do you know, Jane, I sometimes wonder whether&lt;br /&gt;I ever did really fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, you did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The dear old days when I could fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Why can't you fly now, mother?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Because I am grown up, dearest.  When people grow up they&lt;br /&gt;forget the way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3504577062988854918?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3504577062988854918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3504577062988854918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-week-janes-nurse-had-her-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5369032262597980247</id><published>2007-08-28T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:44:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She was called Jane, and always had an odd inquiring look, as&lt;br /&gt;if from the moment she arrived on the mainland she wanted to ask&lt;br /&gt;questions.  When she was old enough to ask them they were mostly&lt;br /&gt;about Peter Pan.  She loved to hear of Peter, and Wendy told her&lt;br /&gt;all she could remember in the very nursery from which the famous&lt;br /&gt;flight had taken place.  It was Jane's nursery now, for her&lt;br /&gt;father had bought it at the three per cents. [mortgage rate] from&lt;br /&gt;Wendy's father, who was no longer fond of stairs.  Mrs. Darling&lt;br /&gt;was now dead and forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There were only two beds in the nursery now, Jane's and her&lt;br /&gt;nurse's; and there was no kennel, for Nana also had passed away. &lt;br /&gt;She died of old age, and at the end she had been rather difficult&lt;br /&gt;to get on with; being very firmly convinced that no one knew how&lt;br /&gt;to look after children except herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5369032262597980247?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5369032262597980247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5369032262597980247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-was-called-jane-and-always-had-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8774678197581135661</id><published>2007-08-26T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T02:31:28.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Next year he did not come for her.  She waited in a new frock&lt;br /&gt;because the old one simply would not meet; but he never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You know he is never ill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver,&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would&lt;br /&gt;have cried if Michael had not been crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Peter came next spring cleaning; and the strange thing was that&lt;br /&gt;he never knew he had missed a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That was the last time the girl Wendy ever saw him.  For a&lt;br /&gt;little longer she tried for his sake not to have growing pains;&lt;br /&gt;and she felt she was untrue to him when she got a prize for&lt;br /&gt;general knowledge.  But the years came and went without bringing&lt;br /&gt;the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married&lt;br /&gt;woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box&lt;br /&gt;in which she had kept her toys.  Wendy was grown up.  You need&lt;br /&gt;not be sorry for her.  She was one of the kind that likes to grow&lt;br /&gt;up.  In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker&lt;br /&gt;than other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All the boys were grown up and done for by this time; so it is&lt;br /&gt;scarcely worth while saying anything more about them.  You may&lt;br /&gt;see the twins and Nibs and Curly any day going to an office, each&lt;br /&gt;carrying a little bag and an umbrella.  Michael is an engine-&lt;br /&gt;driver [train engineer].  Slightly married a lady of title, and&lt;br /&gt;so he became a lord.  You see that judge in a wig coming out at&lt;br /&gt;the iron door?  That used to be Tootles.  The bearded man who&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know any story to tell his children was once John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy was married in white with a pink sash.  It is strange to&lt;br /&gt;think that Peter did not alight in the church and forbid the&lt;br /&gt;banns [formal announcement of a marriage].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter.  This ought&lt;br /&gt;not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8774678197581135661?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8774678197581135661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8774678197581135661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/next-year-he-did-not-come-for-her.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2103616666925260631</id><published>2007-08-25T01:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:32:55.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael believed longer than the other boys, though they jeered&lt;br /&gt;at him; so he was with Wendy when Peter came for her at the end&lt;br /&gt;of the first year.  She flew away with Peter in the frock she had&lt;br /&gt;woven from leaves and berries in the Neverland, and her one fear&lt;br /&gt;was that he might notice how short it had become; but he never&lt;br /&gt;noticed, he had so much to say about himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She had looked forward to thrilling talks with him about old&lt;br /&gt;times, but new adventures had crowded the old ones from his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Who is Captain Hook?" he asked with interest when she spoke of&lt;br /&gt;the arch enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Don't you remember," she asked, amazed, "how you killed him&lt;br /&gt;and saved all our lives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I forget them after I kill them," he replied carelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be&lt;br /&gt;glad to see her he said, "Who is Tinker Bell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "O Peter," she said, shocked; but even when she explained he&lt;br /&gt;could not remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There are such a lot of them," he said.  "I expect she is no&lt;br /&gt;more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I expect he was right, for fairies don't live long, but they&lt;br /&gt;are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy was pained too to find that the past year was but as&lt;br /&gt;yesterday to Peter; it had seemed such a long year of waiting to&lt;br /&gt;her.  But he was exactly as fascinating as ever, and they had a&lt;br /&gt;lovely spring cleaning in the little house on the tree tops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2103616666925260631?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2103616666925260631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2103616666925260631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/michael-believed-longer-than-other-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3326355825914660213</id><published>2007-08-22T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:44:30.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course Peter promised; and then he flew away.  He took Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Darling's kiss with him.  The kiss that had been for no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Peter took quite easily.  Funny.  But she seemed satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course all the boys went to school; and most of them got&lt;br /&gt;into Class III, but Slightly was put first into Class IV and then&lt;br /&gt;into Class V.  Class I is the top class.  Before they had&lt;br /&gt;attended school a week they saw what goats they had been not to&lt;br /&gt;remain on the island; but it was too late now, and soon they&lt;br /&gt;settled down to being as ordinary as you or me or Jenkins minor&lt;br /&gt;[the younger Jenkins].  It is sad to have to say that the power&lt;br /&gt;to fly gradually left them.  At first Nana tied their feet to the&lt;br /&gt;bed-posts so that they should not fly away in the night; and one&lt;br /&gt;of their diversions by day was to pretend to fall off buses [the&lt;br /&gt;English double-deckers]; but by and by they ceased to tug at&lt;br /&gt;their bonds in bed, and found that they hurt themselves when they&lt;br /&gt;let go of the bus.  In time they could not even fly after their&lt;br /&gt;hats.  Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was&lt;br /&gt;that they no longer believed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3326355825914660213?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3326355825914660213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3326355825914660213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-course-peter-promised-and-then-he.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1232349380028256215</id><published>2007-08-21T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:52:47.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Certainly not.  I have got you home again, and I mean to keep&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But he does so need a mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "So do you, my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, all right," Peter said, as if he had asked her from&lt;br /&gt;politeness merely; but Mrs. Darling saw his mouth twitch, and she&lt;br /&gt;made this handsome offer:  to let Wendy go to him for a week&lt;br /&gt;every year to do his spring cleaning.  Wendy would have preferred&lt;br /&gt;a more permanent arrangement; and it seemed to her that spring&lt;br /&gt;would be long in coming; but this promise sent Peter away quite&lt;br /&gt;gay again.  He had no sense of time, and was so full of&lt;br /&gt;adventures that all I have told you about him is only a&lt;br /&gt;halfpenny-worth of them.  I suppose it was because Wendy knew&lt;br /&gt;this that her last words to him were these rather plaintive ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You won't forget me, Peter, will you, before spring cleaning&lt;br /&gt;time comes?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1232349380028256215?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1232349380028256215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1232349380028256215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/certainly-not.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7084634340457747464</id><published>2007-08-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:00:06.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I shall have such fun," said Peter, with eye on Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It will be rather lonely in the evening," she said, "sitting&lt;br /&gt;by the fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I shall have Tink."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Tink can't go a twentieth part of the way round," she reminded&lt;br /&gt;him a little tartly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Sneaky tell-tale!" Tink called out from somewhere round the&lt;br /&gt;corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It doesn't matter," Peter said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "O Peter, you know it matters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Well, then, come with me to the little house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "May I, mummy?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7084634340457747464?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7084634340457747464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7084634340457747464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-shall-have-such-fun-said-peter-with.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5562798776176944371</id><published>2007-08-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:37:16.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='h'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Keep back, lady, no one is going to catch me and make me a&lt;br /&gt;man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But where are you going to live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "With Tink in the house we built for Wendy.  The fairies are to&lt;br /&gt;put it high up among the tree tops where they sleep at nights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "How lovely," cried Wendy so longingly that Mrs. Darling&lt;br /&gt;tightened her grip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I thought all the fairies were dead," Mrs. Darling said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There are always a lot of young ones," explained Wendy, who&lt;br /&gt;was now quite an authority, "because you see when a new baby&lt;br /&gt;laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are&lt;br /&gt;always new babies there are always new fairies.  They live in&lt;br /&gt;nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the&lt;br /&gt;white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies&lt;br /&gt;who are not sure what they are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5562798776176944371?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5562798776176944371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5562798776176944371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-back-lady-no-one-is-going-to-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3167506770520340093</id><published>2007-08-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T05:15:27.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Darling</title><content type='html'>came to the window, for at present she was keeping&lt;br /&gt;a sharp eye on Wendy.  She told Peter that she had adopted all&lt;br /&gt;the other boys, and would like to adopt him also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Would you send me to school?" he inquired craftily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And then to an office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I suppose so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Soon I would be a man?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Very soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I don't want to go to school and learn solemn things," he told&lt;br /&gt;her passionately.  "I don't want to be a man.  O Wendy's mother,&lt;br /&gt;if I was to wake up and feel there was a beard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Peter," said Wendy the comforter, "I should love you in a&lt;br /&gt;beard"; and Mrs. Darling stretched out her arms to him, but he&lt;br /&gt;repulsed her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3167506770520340093?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3167506770520340093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3167506770520340093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/mrs-darling.html' title='Mrs. Darling'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5766130315644182016</id><published>2007-08-10T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T13:58:56.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It turned out that not one of them thought him a cypher; and he&lt;br /&gt;was absurdly gratified, and said he would find space for them all&lt;br /&gt;in the drawing-room if they fitted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "We'll fit in, sir," they assured him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Then follow the leader," he cried gaily.  "Mind you, I am not&lt;br /&gt;sure that we have a drawing-room, but we pretend we have, and&lt;br /&gt;it's all the same.  Hoop la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He went off dancing through the house, and they all cried "Hoop&lt;br /&gt;la!" and danced after him, searching for the drawing-room; and I&lt;br /&gt;forget whether they found it, but at any rate they found corners,&lt;br /&gt;and they all fitted in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As for Peter, he saw Wendy once again before he flew away.  He&lt;br /&gt;did not exactly come to the window, but he brushed against it in&lt;br /&gt;passing so that she could open it if she liked and call to him. &lt;br /&gt;That is what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Hullo, Wendy, good-bye," he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh dear, are you going away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You don't feel, Peter," she said falteringly, "that you would&lt;br /&gt;like to say anything to my parents about a very sweet subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "About me, Peter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5766130315644182016?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5766130315644182016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5766130315644182016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-turned-out-that-not-one-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5680471491121679705</id><published>2007-08-10T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:53:17.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of course Mrs. Darling said at once that she would have them;&lt;br /&gt;but Mr. Darling was curiously depressed, and they saw that he&lt;br /&gt;considered six a rather large number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I must say, he said to Wendy, "that you don't do things by&lt;br /&gt;halves." a grudging remark which the twins thought was pointed at&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The first twin was the proud one, and he asked, flushing, "Do&lt;br /&gt;you think we should be too much of a handful, sir?  Because, if&lt;br /&gt;so, we can go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Father!" Wendy cried, shocked; but still the cloud was on him. &lt;br /&gt;He knew he was behaving unworthily, but he could not help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "We could lie doubled up," said Nibs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I always cut their hair myself," said Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "George!" Mrs. Darling exclaimed, pained to see her dear one&lt;br /&gt;showing himself in such an unfavourable light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then he burst into tears, and the truth came out.  He was as&lt;br /&gt;glad to have them as she was, he said, but he thought they should&lt;br /&gt;have asked his consent as well as hers, instead of treating him&lt;br /&gt;as a cypher [zero] in his own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I don't think he is a cypher," Tootles cried instantly.  "Do&lt;br /&gt;you think he is a cypher, Curly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, I don't.  Do you think he is a cypher, Slightly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Rather not.  Twin, what do you think?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5680471491121679705?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5680471491121679705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5680471491121679705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-course-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3479792370918245207</id><published>2007-08-08T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:20:29.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN WENDY GREW UP</title><content type='html'>I hope you want to know what became of the other boys.  They&lt;br /&gt;were waiting below to give Wendy time to explain about them; and&lt;br /&gt;when they had counted five hundred they went up.  They went up by&lt;br /&gt;the stair, because they thought this would make a better&lt;br /&gt;impression.  They stood in a row in front of Mrs. Darling, with&lt;br /&gt;their hats off, and wishing they were not wearing their pirate&lt;br /&gt;clothes.  They said nothing, but their eyes asked her to have&lt;br /&gt;them.  They ought to have looked at Mr. Darling also, but they&lt;br /&gt;forgot about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3479792370918245207?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3479792370918245207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3479792370918245207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-wendy-grew-up.html' title='WHEN WENDY GREW UP'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1243954961573497052</id><published>2007-08-06T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T00:23:43.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"That's Michael,"</title><content type='html'>she said, and she stretched out her arms for&lt;br /&gt;the three little selfish children they would never envelop again. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, they did, they went round Wendy and John and Michael, who&lt;br /&gt;had slipped out of bed and run to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "George, George!" she cried when she could speak; and Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Darling woke to share her bliss, and Nana came rushing in.  There&lt;br /&gt;could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see&lt;br /&gt;it except a little boy who was staring in at the window.  He had&lt;br /&gt;had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but&lt;br /&gt;he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he&lt;br /&gt;must be for ever barred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1243954961573497052?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1243954961573497052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1243954961573497052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-michael.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s Michael,&quot;'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5102224614854457393</id><published>2007-08-04T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:40:29.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see&lt;br /&gt;if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied.  The&lt;br /&gt;children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come.  She saw&lt;br /&gt;them, but she did not believe they were there.  You see, she saw&lt;br /&gt;them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this&lt;br /&gt;was just the dream hanging around her still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She sat down in the chair by the fire, where in the old days&lt;br /&gt;she had nursed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They could not understand this, and a cold fear fell upon all&lt;br /&gt;the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Mother!" Wendy cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "That's Wendy," she said, but still she was sure it was the&lt;br /&gt;dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Mother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "That's John," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Mother!" cried Michael.  He knew her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5102224614854457393?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5102224614854457393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5102224614854457393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-so-when-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-3340151227867345221</id><published>2007-08-02T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:06:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surely,"</title><content type='html'>said John, like one who had lost faith in his memory,&lt;br /&gt;"he used not to sleep in the kennel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "John," Wendy said falteringly, "perhaps we don't remember the&lt;br /&gt;old life as well as we thought we did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A chill fell upon them; and serve them right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It is very careless of mother," said that young scoundrel&lt;br /&gt;John, "not to be here when we come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was then that Mrs. Darling began playing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It's mother!" cried Wendy, peeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "So it is!" said John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Then are you not really our mother, Wendy?" asked Michael, who&lt;br /&gt;was surely sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh dear!" exclaimed Wendy, with her first real twinge of&lt;br /&gt;remorse [for having gone], "it was quite time we came back,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Let us creep in," John suggested, "and put our hands over her&lt;br /&gt;eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But Wendy, who saw that they must break the joyous news more&lt;br /&gt;gently, had a better plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Let us all slip into our beds, and be there when she comes in,&lt;br /&gt;just as if we had never been away.""Surely,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-3340151227867345221?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3340151227867345221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/3340151227867345221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/08/surely.html' title='&quot;Surely,&quot;'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1671643856044004774</id><published>2007-07-29T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:57:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thus Wendy and John and Michael found the window open for them&lt;br /&gt;after all, which of course was more than they deserved.  They&lt;br /&gt;alighted on the floor, quite unashamed of themselves, and the&lt;br /&gt;youngest one had already forgotten his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "John," he said, looking around him doubtfully, "I think I have&lt;br /&gt;been here before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Of course you have, you silly.  There is your old bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "So it is," Michael said, but not with much conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I say," cried John, "the kennel!" and he dashed across to look&lt;br /&gt;into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Perhaps Nana is inside it," Wendy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But John whistled.  "Hullo," he said, "there's a man inside&lt;br /&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "It's father!" exclaimed Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Let me see father," Michael begged eagerly, and he took a good&lt;br /&gt;look.  "He is not so big as the pirate I killed," he said with&lt;br /&gt;such frank disappointment that I am glad Mr. Darling was asleep;&lt;br /&gt;it would have been sad if those had been the first words he heard&lt;br /&gt;his little Michael say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy and John had been taken aback somewhat at finding their&lt;br /&gt;father in the kennel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1671643856044004774?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1671643856044004774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1671643856044004774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/thus-wendy-and-john-and-michael-found.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8098221963340267702</id><published>2007-07-29T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T02:50:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of feeling that he was behaving badly he danced with&lt;br /&gt;glee; then he peeped into the day-nursery to see who was playing. &lt;br /&gt;He whispered to Tink, "It's Wendy's mother!  She is a pretty&lt;br /&gt;lady, but not so pretty as my mother.  Her mouth is full of&lt;br /&gt;thimbles, but not so full as my mother's was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course he knew nothing whatever about his mother; but he&lt;br /&gt;sometimes bragged about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He did not know the tune, which was "Home, Sweet Home," but he&lt;br /&gt;knew it was saying, "Come back, Wendy, Wendy, Wendy"; and he&lt;br /&gt;cried exultantly, "You will never see Wendy again, lady, for the&lt;br /&gt;window is barred!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped, and now he&lt;br /&gt;saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box, and that two&lt;br /&gt;tears were sitting on her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "She wants me to unbar the window," thought Peter, "but I&lt;br /&gt;won't, not I!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two&lt;br /&gt;had taken their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "She's awfully fond of Wendy," he said to himself.  He was&lt;br /&gt;angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The reason was so simple:  "I'm fond of her too.  We can't both&lt;br /&gt;have her, lady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But the lady would not make the best of it, and he was unhappy. &lt;br /&gt;He ceased to look at her, but even then she would not let go of&lt;br /&gt;him.  He skipped about and made funny faces, but when he stopped&lt;br /&gt;it was just as if she were inside him, knocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, all right," he said at last, and gulped.  Then he unbarred&lt;br /&gt;the window.  "Come on, Tink," he cried, with a frightful sneer at&lt;br /&gt;the laws of nature; "we don't want any silly mothers"; and he&lt;br /&gt;flew away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8098221963340267702?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8098221963340267702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8098221963340267702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/instead-of-feeling-that-he-was-behaving.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8885070439860668206</id><published>2007-07-26T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:06:11.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My love!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You may be sure she begged his pardon; and then, feeling&lt;br /&gt;drowsy, he curled round in the kennel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Won't you play me to sleep," he asked, "on the nursery piano?"&lt;br /&gt;and as she was crossing to the day-nursery he added&lt;br /&gt;thoughtlessly, "And shut that window.  I feel a draught."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "O George, never ask me to do that.  The window must always be&lt;br /&gt;left open for them, always, always."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now it was his turn to beg her pardon; and she went into the&lt;br /&gt;day-nursery and played, and soon he was asleep; and while he&lt;br /&gt;slept, Wendy and John and Michael flew into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Oh no.  We have written it so, because that was the charming&lt;br /&gt;arrangement planned by them before we left the ship; but&lt;br /&gt;something must have happened since then, for it is not they who&lt;br /&gt;have flown in, it is Peter and Tinker Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Peter's first words tell all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Quick Tink," he whipered, "close the window; bar it!  That's&lt;br /&gt;right.  Now you and I must get away by the door; and when Wendy&lt;br /&gt;comes she will think her mother has barred her out; and she will&lt;br /&gt;have to go back with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now I understand what had hitherto puzzled me, why when Peter&lt;br /&gt;had exterminated the pirates he did not return to the island and&lt;br /&gt;leave Tink to escort the children to the mainland.  This trick&lt;br /&gt;had been in his head all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8885070439860668206?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8885070439860668206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8885070439860668206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-love-you-may-be-sure-she-begged-his.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1625466104802102691</id><published>2007-07-24T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:54:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Lots of little boys," sneered Liza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There were several adults to-day," he assured her with a faint&lt;br /&gt;flush; but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for&lt;br /&gt;her.  Social success had not spoilt him; it had made him sweeter. &lt;br /&gt;For some time he sat with his head out of the kennel, talking with&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Darling of this success, and pressing her hand reassuringly&lt;br /&gt;when she said she hoped his head would not be turned by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But if I had been a weak man," he said.  "Good heavens, if I&lt;br /&gt;had been a weak man!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "And, George," she said timidly, "you are as full of remorse as&lt;br /&gt;ever, aren't you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Full of remorse as ever, dearest!  See my punishment:  living&lt;br /&gt;in a kennel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "But it is punishment, isn't it, George?  You are sure you are&lt;br /&gt;not enjoying it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1625466104802102691?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1625466104802102691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1625466104802102691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/lots-of-little-boys-sneered-liza.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6050338463985359141</id><published>2007-07-23T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:40:53.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a pity we did it, for she has started up, calling their&lt;br /&gt;names; and there is no one in the room but Nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "O Nana, I dreamt my dear ones had come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nana had filmy eyes, but all she could do was put her paw&lt;br /&gt;gently on her mistress's lap; and they were sitting together thus&lt;br /&gt;when the kennel was brought back.  As Mr. Darling puts his head&lt;br /&gt;out to kiss his wife, we see that his face is more worn than of&lt;br /&gt;yore, but has a softer expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He gave his hat to Liza, who took it scornfully; for she had no&lt;br /&gt;imagination, and was quite incapable of understanding the motives&lt;br /&gt;of such a man.  Outside, the crowd who had accompanied the cab&lt;br /&gt;home were still cheering, and he was naturally not unmoved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Listen to them," he said; "it is very gratifying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6050338463985359141?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6050338463985359141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6050338463985359141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-pity-we-did-it-for-she-has.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5532071595852219545</id><published>2007-07-20T01:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:00:59.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On that eventful Thursday week, Mrs. Darling was in the night-&lt;br /&gt;nursery awaiting George's return home; a very sad-eyed woman. &lt;br /&gt;Now that we look at her closely and remember the gaiety of her in&lt;br /&gt;the old days, all gone now just because she has lost her babes, I&lt;br /&gt;find I won't be able to say nasty things about her after all.  If&lt;br /&gt;she was too fond of her rubbishy children, she couldn't help it. &lt;br /&gt;Look at her in her chair, where she has fallen asleep.  The&lt;br /&gt;corner of her mouth, where one looks first, is almost withered&lt;br /&gt;up.  Her hand moves restlessly on her breast as if she had a&lt;br /&gt;pain there.  Some like Peter best, and some like Wendy best, but&lt;br /&gt;I like her best.  Suppose, to make her happy, we whisper to her&lt;br /&gt;in her sleep that the brats are coming back.  They are really&lt;br /&gt;within two miles of the window now, and flying strong, but all&lt;br /&gt;we need whisper is that they are on the way.  Let's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5532071595852219545?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5532071595852219545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5532071595852219545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-that-eventful-thursday-week-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8785560126032245406</id><published>2007-07-17T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T00:23:43.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every morning the kennel was carried with Mr. Darling in it to&lt;br /&gt;a cab, which conveyed him to his office, and he returned home in&lt;br /&gt;the same way at six.  Something of the strength of character of&lt;br /&gt;the man will be seen if we remember how sensitive he was to the&lt;br /&gt;opinion of neighbours:  this man whose every movement now&lt;br /&gt;attracted surprised attention.  Inwardly he must have suffered&lt;br /&gt;torture; but he preserved a calm exterior even when the young&lt;br /&gt;criticised his little home, and he always lifted his hat&lt;br /&gt;courteously to any lady who looked inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It may have been Quixotic, but it was magnificent.  Soon the&lt;br /&gt;inward meaning of it leaked out, and the great heart of the&lt;br /&gt;public was touched.  Crowds followed the cab, cheering it&lt;br /&gt;lustily; charming girls scaled it to get his autograph;&lt;br /&gt;interviews appeared in the better class of papers, and society&lt;br /&gt;invited him to dinner and added, "Do come in the kennel."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8785560126032245406?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8785560126032245406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8785560126032245406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-morning-kennel-was-carried-with.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-501333652100665882</id><published>2007-07-16T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:04:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the bitterness of his remorse he swore that he would never&lt;br /&gt;leave the kennel until his children came back.  Of course this&lt;br /&gt;was a pity; but whatever Mr. Darling did he had to do in excess, &lt;br /&gt;otherwise he soon gave up doing it.  And there never was a more&lt;br /&gt;humble man than the once proud George Darling, as he sat in the&lt;br /&gt;kennel of an evening talking with his wife of their children and&lt;br /&gt;all their pretty ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Very touching was his deference to Nana.  He would not let her&lt;br /&gt;come into the kennel, but on all other matters he followed her&lt;br /&gt;wishes implicitly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-501333652100665882?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/501333652100665882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/501333652100665882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-bitterness-of-his-remorse-he-swore.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4273907686489328612</id><published>2007-07-12T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:33:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"But, my dear madam, it is ten days till Thursday week; so that&lt;br /&gt;by telling you what's what, we can save you ten days of&lt;br /&gt;unhappiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Yes, but at what a cost!  By depriving the children of ten&lt;br /&gt;minutes of delight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Oh, if you look at it in that way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "What other way is there in which to look at it?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You see, the woman had no proper spirit.  I had meant to say&lt;br /&gt;extraordinarily nice things about her; but I despise her, and not&lt;br /&gt;one of them will I say now.  She does not really need to be told&lt;br /&gt;to have things ready, for they are ready.  All the beds are aired,&lt;br /&gt;and she never leaves the house, and observe, the window is open. &lt;br /&gt;For all the use we are to her, we might well go back to the ship. &lt;br /&gt;However, as we are here we may as well stay and look on.  That is&lt;br /&gt;all we are, lookers-on.  Nobody really wants us.  So let us watch&lt;br /&gt;and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The only change to be seen in the night-nursery is that between&lt;br /&gt;nine and six the kennel is no longer there.  When the children&lt;br /&gt;flew away, Mr. Darling felt in his bones that all the blame was&lt;br /&gt;his for having chained Nana up, and that from first to last she&lt;br /&gt;had been wiser than he.  Of course, as we have seen, he was quite&lt;br /&gt;a simple man; indeed be might have passed for a boy again if he&lt;br /&gt;had been able to take his baldness off; but he had also a noble&lt;br /&gt;sense of justice and a lion's courage to do what seemed right to&lt;br /&gt;him; and having thought the matter out with anxious care after&lt;br /&gt;the flight of the children, he went down on all fours and crawled&lt;br /&gt;into the kennel.  To all Mrs. Darling's dear invitations to him&lt;br /&gt;to come out he replied sadly but firmly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, my own one, this is the place for me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4273907686489328612?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4273907686489328612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4273907686489328612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/but-my-dear-madam-it-is-ten-days-till.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-6300758896335340947</id><published>2007-07-10T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:50:41.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing I should like to do immensely, and that is to tell&lt;br /&gt;her, in the way authors have, that the children are coming back,&lt;br /&gt;that indeed they will be here on Thursday week.  This would spoil&lt;br /&gt;so completely the surprise to which Wendy and John and Michael&lt;br /&gt;are looking forward.  They have been planning it out on the ship: &lt;br /&gt;mother's rapture, father's shout of joy, Nana's leap through the&lt;br /&gt;air to embrace them first, when what they ought to be prepared&lt;br /&gt;for is a good hiding.  How delicious to spoil it all by breaking&lt;br /&gt;the news in advance; so that when they enter grandly Mrs. Darling&lt;br /&gt;may not even offer Wendy her mouth, and Mr. Darling may exclaim&lt;br /&gt;pettishly, "Dash it all, here are those boys again."  However, we&lt;br /&gt;should get no thanks even for this.  We are beginning to know&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Darling by this time, and may be sure that she would upbraid&lt;br /&gt;us for depriving the children of their little pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-6300758896335340947?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6300758896335340947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/6300758896335340947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-thing-i-should-like-to-do-immensely.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8032238421688803720</id><published>2007-07-09T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:42:10.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even now we venture into that familiar nursery only because its&lt;br /&gt;lawful occupants are on their way home; we are merely hurrying on&lt;br /&gt;in advance of them to see that their beds are properly aired and&lt;br /&gt;that Mr. and Mrs. Darling do not go out for the evening.  We are&lt;br /&gt;no more than servants.  Why on earth should their beds be&lt;br /&gt;properly aired, seeing that they left them in such a thankless&lt;br /&gt;hurry?  Would it not serve them jolly well right if they came&lt;br /&gt;back and found that their parents were spending the week-end in&lt;br /&gt;the country?  It would be the moral lesson they have been in need&lt;br /&gt;of ever since we met them; but if we contrived things in this way&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Darling would never forgive us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8032238421688803720?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8032238421688803720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8032238421688803720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-now-we-venture-into-that-familiar.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-9187990923125749042</id><published>2007-07-03T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:58:15.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of watching the ship, however, we must now return to&lt;br /&gt;that desolate home from which three of our characters had taken&lt;br /&gt;heartless flight so long ago.  It seems a shame to have neglected&lt;br /&gt;No. 14 all this time; and yet we may be sure that Mrs. Darling&lt;br /&gt;does not blame us.  If we had returned sooner to look with&lt;br /&gt;sorrowful sympathy at her, she would probably have cried, "Don't&lt;br /&gt;be silly; what do I matter?  Do go back and keep an eye on the&lt;br /&gt;children."  So long as mothers are like this their children will&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of them; and they may lay to [bet on] that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-9187990923125749042?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9187990923125749042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/9187990923125749042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/instead-of-watching-ship-however-we.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5614238222858976102</id><published>2007-07-01T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:32:08.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain Pan calculated, after consulting the ship's chart, that&lt;br /&gt;if this weather lasted they should strike the Azores about the&lt;br /&gt;21st of June, after which it would save time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some of them wanted it to be an honest ship and others were in&lt;br /&gt;favour of keeping it a pirate; but the captain treated them as&lt;br /&gt;dogs, and they dared not express their wishes to him even in a&lt;br /&gt;round robin [one person after another, as they had to Cpt. Hook]. &lt;br /&gt;Instant obedience was the only safe thing.  Slightly got a dozen&lt;br /&gt;for looking perplexed when told to take soundings.  The general&lt;br /&gt;feeling was that Peter was honest just now to lull Wendy's&lt;br /&gt;suspicions, but that there might be a change when the new suit&lt;br /&gt;was ready, which, against her will, she was making for him out of&lt;br /&gt;some of Hook's wickedest garments.  It was afterwards whispered&lt;br /&gt;among them that on the first night he wore this suit he sat long&lt;br /&gt;in the cabin with Hook's cigar-holder in his mouth and one hand&lt;br /&gt;clenched, all but for the forefinger, which he bent and held&lt;br /&gt;threateningly aloft like a hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5614238222858976102?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5614238222858976102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5614238222858976102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/07/captain-pan-calculated-after-consulting.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-7758901264330433060</id><published>2007-06-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:23:15.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RETURN HOME</title><content type='html'>By three bells that morning they were all stirring their stumps&lt;br /&gt;[legs]; for there was a big sea running; and Tootles, the bo'sun,&lt;br /&gt;was among them, with a rope's end in his hand and chewing&lt;br /&gt;tobacco.  They all donned pirate clothes cut off at the knee,&lt;br /&gt;shaved smartly, and tumbled up, with the true nautical roll and&lt;br /&gt;hitching their trousers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It need not be said who was the captain.  Nibs and John were&lt;br /&gt;first and second mate.  There was a woman aboard.  The rest were&lt;br /&gt;tars [sailors] before the mast, and lived in the fo'c'sle.  Peter&lt;br /&gt;had already lashed himself to the wheel; but he piped all hands&lt;br /&gt;and delivered a short address to them; said he hoped they would&lt;br /&gt;do their duty like gallant hearties, but that he knew they were&lt;br /&gt;the scum of Rio and the Gold Coast, and if they snapped at him he&lt;br /&gt;would tear them.  The bluff strident words struck the note&lt;br /&gt;sailors understood, and they cheered him lustily.  Then a few&lt;br /&gt;sharp orders were given, and they turned the ship round, and nosed&lt;br /&gt;her for the mainland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-7758901264330433060?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7758901264330433060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/7758901264330433060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/return-home.html' title='THE RETURN HOME'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-4869460726994508305</id><published>2007-06-27T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:10:27.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>James Hook, thou not wholly unheroic figure, farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For we have come to his last moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with&lt;br /&gt;dagger poised, he sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into&lt;br /&gt;the sea.  He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for&lt;br /&gt;him; for we purposely stopped the clock that this knowledge might&lt;br /&gt;be spared him:  a little mark of respect from us at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He had one last triumph, which I think we need not grudge him. &lt;br /&gt;As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter&lt;br /&gt;gliding through the air, he invited him with a gesture to use his&lt;br /&gt;foot.  It made Peter kick instead of stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Bad form," he cried jeeringly, and went content to the&lt;br /&gt;crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thus perished James Hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Seventeen," Slightly sang out; but he was not quite correct in&lt;br /&gt;his figures.  Fifteen paid the penalty for their crimes that&lt;br /&gt;night; but two reached the shore:  Starkey to be captured by the&lt;br /&gt;redskins, who made him nurse for all their papooses, a melancholy&lt;br /&gt;come-down for a pirate; and Smee, who henceforth wandered about&lt;br /&gt;the world in his spectacles, making a precarious living by saying&lt;br /&gt;he was the only man that Jas. Hook had feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wendy, of course, had stood by taking no part in the fight,&lt;br /&gt;though watching Peter with glistening eyes; but now that all was&lt;br /&gt;over she became prominent again.  She praised them equally, and&lt;br /&gt;shuddered delightfully when Michael showed her the place where he&lt;br /&gt;had killed one; and then she took them into Hook's cabin and&lt;br /&gt;pointed to his watch which was hanging on a nail.  It said "half-&lt;br /&gt;past one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The lateness of the hour was almost the biggest thing of all. &lt;br /&gt;She got them to bed in the pirates' bunks pretty quickly, you may&lt;br /&gt;be sure; all but Peter, who strutted up and down on the deck,&lt;br /&gt;until at last he fell asleep by the side of Long Tom.  He had one&lt;br /&gt;of his dreams that night, and cried in his sleep for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;and Wendy held him tightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-4869460726994508305?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4869460726994508305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/4869460726994508305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/james-hook-thou-not-wholly-unheroic.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5425863568685429800</id><published>2007-06-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:04:24.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook</title><content type='html'>was fighting now without hope.  That passionate breast no&lt;br /&gt;longer asked for life; but for one boon it craved:  to see Peter&lt;br /&gt;show bad form before it was cold forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Abandoning the fight he rushed into the powder magazine and&lt;br /&gt;fired it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "In two minutes," he cried, "the ship will be blown to pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now, now, he thought, true form will show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But Peter issued from the powder magazine with the shell in his&lt;br /&gt;hands, and calmly flung it overboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What sort of form was Hook himself showing?  Misguided man&lt;br /&gt;though he was, we may be glad, without sympathising with him,&lt;br /&gt;that in the end he was true to the traditions of his race.  The&lt;br /&gt;other boys were flying around him now, flouting, scornful; and he&lt;br /&gt;staggered about the deck striking up at them impotently, his mind&lt;br /&gt;was no longer with them; it was slouching in the playing fields&lt;br /&gt;of long ago, or being sent up [to the headmaster] for good, or&lt;br /&gt;watching the wall-game from a famous wall.  And his shoes were&lt;br /&gt;right, and his waistcoat was right, and his tie was right, and&lt;br /&gt;his socks were right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5425863568685429800?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5425863568685429800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5425863568685429800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/hook.html' title='Hook'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-8568839491098216617</id><published>2007-06-23T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:55:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Now!" cried all the boys, but with a magnificent gesture Peter&lt;br /&gt;invited his opponent to pick up his sword.  Hook did so instantly,&lt;br /&gt;but with a tragic feeling that Peter was showing good form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hitherto he had thought it was some fiend fighting him, but&lt;br /&gt;darker suspicions assailed him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a &lt;br /&gt;little bird that has broken out of the egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This, of course, was nonsense; but it was proof to the unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Hook that Peter did not know in the least who or what he was,&lt;br /&gt;which is the very pinnacle of good form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "To't again," he cried despairingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He fought now like a human flail, and every sweep of that&lt;br /&gt;terrible sword would have severed in twain any man or boy who&lt;br /&gt;obstructed it; but Peter fluttered round him as if the very wind&lt;br /&gt;it made blew him out of the danger zone.  And again and again he&lt;br /&gt;darted in and pricked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-8568839491098216617?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8568839491098216617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/8568839491098216617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-cried-all-boys-but-with-magnificent.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-2047346976104477610</id><published>2007-06-17T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T01:03:29.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Without more words they fell to, and for a space there was no&lt;br /&gt;advantage to either blade.  Peter was a superb swordsman, and&lt;br /&gt;parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a&lt;br /&gt;feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defence, but his&lt;br /&gt;shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the&lt;br /&gt;steel home.  Hook, scarcely his inferior in brilliancy, but not&lt;br /&gt;quite so nimble in wrist play, forced him back by the weight of&lt;br /&gt;his onset, hoping suddenly to end all with a favourite thrust, &lt;br /&gt;taught him long ago by Barbecue at Rio; but to his astonishment he&lt;br /&gt;found this thrust turned aside again and again.  Then he sought to&lt;br /&gt;close and give the quietus with his iron hook, which all this time&lt;br /&gt;had been pawing the air; but Peter doubled under it and, lunging&lt;br /&gt;fiercely, pierced him in the ribs.  At the sight of his own blood,&lt;br /&gt;whose peculiar colour, you remember, was offensive to him,&lt;br /&gt;the sword fell from Hook's hand, and he was at Peter's mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-2047346976104477610?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2047346976104477610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/2047346976104477610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/without-more-words-they-fell-to-and-for.html' title=''/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5967711863933855681</id><published>2007-06-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:20:11.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>all were gone when a group of savage boys surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Hook, who seemed to have a charmed life, as he kept them at bay&lt;br /&gt;in that circle of fire.  They had done for his dogs, but this man&lt;br /&gt;alone seemed to be a match for them all.  Again and again they&lt;br /&gt;closed upon him, and again and again he hewed a clear space.  He&lt;br /&gt;had lifted up one boy with his hook, and was using him as a&lt;br /&gt;buckler [shield], when another, who had just passed his sword&lt;br /&gt;through Mullins, sprang into the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Put up your swords, boys," cried the newcomer, "this man is&lt;br /&gt;mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thus suddenly Hook found himself face to face with Peter.  The&lt;br /&gt;others drew back and formed a ring around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering&lt;br /&gt;slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "So, Pan," said Hook at last, "this is all your doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Ay, James Hook," came the stern answer, "it is all my doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "prepare to meet thy&lt;br /&gt;doom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, " have at thee."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5967711863933855681?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5967711863933855681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5967711863933855681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-5206325342859601224</id><published>2007-06-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:56:29.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>"Peter Pan the avenger!" came the terrible answer; and as he&lt;br /&gt;spoke Peter flung off his cloak.  Then they all knew who 'twas&lt;br /&gt;that had been undoing them in the cabin, and twice Hook essayed&lt;br /&gt;to speak and twice he failed.  In that frightful moment I think&lt;br /&gt;his fierce heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At last he cried, "Cleave him to the brisket!" but without&lt;br /&gt;conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Down, boys, and at them!" Peter's voice rang out; and in&lt;br /&gt;another moment the clash of arms was resounding through the ship. &lt;br /&gt;Had the pirates kept together it is certain that they would have&lt;br /&gt;won; but the onset came when they were still unstrung, and they&lt;br /&gt;ran hither and thither, striking wildly, each thinking himself&lt;br /&gt;the last survivor of the crew.  Man to man they were the&lt;br /&gt;stronger; but they fought on the defensive only, which enabled&lt;br /&gt;the boys to hunt in pairs and choose their quarry.  Some of the&lt;br /&gt;miscreants leapt into the sea; others hid in dark recesses, where&lt;br /&gt;they were found by Slightly, who did not fight, but ran about&lt;br /&gt;with a lantern which he flashed in their faces, so that they were&lt;br /&gt;half blinded and fell as an easy prey to the reeking swords of&lt;br /&gt;the other boys.  There was little sound to be heard but the clang&lt;br /&gt;of weapons, an occasional screech or splash, and Slightly&lt;br /&gt;monotonously counting -- five -- six -- seven -- eight -- nine --&lt;br /&gt;ten -- eleven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-5206325342859601224?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5206325342859601224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/5206325342859601224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/peter-pan.html' title='Peter Pan'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16716648.post-1263445041390782506</id><published>2007-06-04T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:38:34.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the pirates</title><content type='html'>it was a voice crying that all the boys lay&lt;br /&gt;slain in the cabin; and they were panic-stricken.  Hook tried to&lt;br /&gt;hearten them; but like the dogs he had made them they showed him&lt;br /&gt;their fangs, and he knew that if he took his eyes off them now&lt;br /&gt;they would leap at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Lads," he said, ready to cajole or strike as need be, but&lt;br /&gt;never quailing for an instant, "I've thought it out.  There's a&lt;br /&gt;Jonah aboard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Ay," they snarled, "a man wi' a hook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "No, lads, no, it's the girl.  Never was luck on a pirate ship&lt;br /&gt;wi' a woman on board.  We'll right the ship when she's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some of them remembered that this had been a saying of&lt;br /&gt;Flint's.  "It's worth trying," they said doubtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Fling the girl overboard," cried Hook; and they made a rush at&lt;br /&gt;the figure in the cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There's none can save you now, missy," Mullins hissed&lt;br /&gt;jeeringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There's one," replied the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Who's that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16716648-1263445041390782506?l=disney12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1263445041390782506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16716648/posts/default/1263445041390782506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://disney12.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-pirates.html' title='To the pirates'/><author><name>makak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00805434369510807483</uri><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></entry></feed>
