ZA/UM: Kõige pikem päev

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Kõige pikem päev

Tere ilusat septembrit! Kaunis suvi on läbi saanud, ilmad on juba jahenenud ja ZA/UMi müstilises tagalas on uus materjal küpsemas. Kolmas sügishooaeg kogub hoogu, sättige te end valmis! Seniks aga kuni te end valmis olete sättimas tšekkige näiteks neid siin. Ma tegin nad kunagi Tehnoloogilise Päikese kauamängiva "Kõige pikem päev" tarvis. Albumiümbris on selline kolmeks tükiks lahti voltuv, see avara taevaga pilt kaunistab väliskaant, latvadest sisse raamitud maal seisab plaaditasku siseküljel. Kui te peaks seda juhuslikult poes või kuskil nägema siis avastate ka, et käeshoitava trükikvaliteet teeb hästi hästi kurvaks.

Liiga väikesed? Natukene nämmat detaili? Kasuta oma ilusa masina osutamistarvikust kasutajaliidest (hiir -toim), et need totakad pisitillud natukene ka suuremaks teha!

11 kommentaari:

MartinSeptember 3, 2011 5:48 PM
Kiidan sügiskujunduse heaks.
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HHSeptember 3, 2011 7:23 PM
Nii palju normaalsem indeed. Ilm on mõnusalt sitt, tuju on mõnusalt sitt, aitab neist suvistest naljategemistest.
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Aleksander RostovSeptember 3, 2011 7:30 PM
Hoida olemine mõnusalt tsut-tsut allapoole mediaani on selline positiivne programm mis lubab sul rohkem ja intensiivsemalt kõvasid asju teha. Vähe sa viitsidki midagi teha kui kõik normaalne on, ikka veits sitt peab ka olema.
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Chika KBOMMSeptember 3, 2011 11:28 PM
väga tore pildisekser!
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arni.alandiSeptember 4, 2011 1:33 PM
Kesse tgln md on, kes seal hiilib?
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AnonymousSeptember 4, 2011 10:01 PM
Ma arvan, et Amazing Arnil on salajane plaan hakata viie aasta lõikes eesti keelt hoopis ilma vokaalideta kirjutama. See on selline juudi vandenõu.
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MartinSeptember 5, 2011 7:50 AM
a see põlevate silmadega see on mingi loom.
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MudlumSeptember 5, 2011 8:05 AM
See on kõige päikeselisem postitus ZA/UMis üldse.
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Siim NSeptember 5, 2011 2:20 PM
memokraat on pugejatele, müürileht on ruraalne ja keskus on sitapaber. za/um – me ei hooli sinust.
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Aleksander RostovSeptember 5, 2011 2:31 PM
What is this memokraat thing? A professional ZA/UM parody?
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MartinSeptember 5, 2011 2:31 PM
Everyone else are pussies or sucking up to me, I alone am cool! (A. Tuuliku tsitaat.)
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kas see tähendab, et me peaks m. käbiniga tihemini rääkima ja teda heakohast silitama?

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