(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone’s written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty’s Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend’s ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!

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At work my boss asked me to automate some document creation form data in Excel and i said OK , even tho i havent ever done something like this.
After a couple of days of going trough the MSDN documentation and few google pages i finaly did it !
Here is the source with lots of comments , i hope its some use to you
Add references to MS interop word & excell
then
using Microsoft.Office.Interop.Word; using Word = Microsoft.Office.Interop.Word; using Excel = Microsoft.Office.Interop.Excel;
//defines new excel and workd apps
var ap = new Word.Application();
var excelApp = new Excel.Application();
// defines new excel worksheet & workbooks
Excel.Workbook exBook;
Excel.Worksheet xlWorkSheet;
// should the excell/word apps be visible ?
excelApp.Visible = false;
ap.Visible = false;
//defining the index numbers of our content controls that are in the word template
// index numbers start from 1 and are numbered by order of creation
object Price, Name, address;
Price = 1;
Name = 2;
address = 3;
// here we open the excell file
exBook = excelApp.Workbooks.Open(@"C:\test.xls");
// and we open the first worksheet
xlWorkSheet = exBook.Worksheets.get_Item(1);
Excel.Range range ;
//here we select the first worksheet and make it active
Excel._Worksheet workSheet = (Excel.Worksheet) excelApp.ActiveSheet;
//we open the word document
var doc = ap.Documents.Open(@"C:\test.dotx", ReadOnly: false, Visible: false);
// and we assign the content controls
var dPrice = doc.ContentControls.get_Item(ref Price);
var dName = doc.ContentControls.get_Item(ref Name);
var dAddress = doc.ContentControls.get_Item(ref address);
doc.Activate();
range = xlWorkSheet.UsedRange;
// here we define the columns that we are going to select
object t, P , E , K, N,M,J;
P = "P";
E = "E";
K = "K";
J = "J";
N = "N";
M = "M";
// and here we loop trought the rows of the excell worksheet
// IMPORTANT! excell rows count starts from 1 and not from 0 !
for (int i =1; i< Convert.ToInt16(Settings1.Default.copies) ;i++)
{
t = i;
// here we get the value if cell t(1..2..3..etc), P
var dummy = (range.Cells[t, P] as Excel.Range).Value2;
// here we insert the content of the cell to the content control
dPrice.Range.Text = ": " + Convert.ToString(dummy) + " лв";
dName.Range.Text = ": " + (string)(range.Cells[t, E] as Excel.Range).Value2;
// same thing here
var city = (string) (range.Cells[t, J] as Excel.Range).Value2;
var address1 = (string) (range.Cells[t, K] as Excel.Range).Value2;
try
{
//here we try to save the word document as a pdf file
object name = @"C:\t\test"+i+".pdf";
object FileFormat = WdSaveFormat.wdFormatPDF;
doc.SaveAs(ref name, ref FileFormat);
}
catch (Exception ex)
{
MessageBox.Show("Exception Caught: " + ex.Message +" source "+ ex.Source.ToString());
}
}
// here quit word without saving the changes to the template
ap.Quit(SaveChanges: false, OriginalFormat: false, RouteDocument: false);
excelApp.Quit();
// and we release the objects
System.Runtime.InteropServices.Marshal.ReleaseComObject(ap);
System.Runtime.InteropServices.Marshal.ReleaseComObject(excelApp);
Вчера се замислих колко много неща никога вече няма да си купя благодарение на това че мога да си взема устройство което ги комбинира.
Ето няколко неща които никога няма да си взема ако имам някое HTC , iPhone или blackbery :
- Часовник
- MP3 плеър
- GPS навигация
- компас
- будилник
- хронометър
- фотоапарат / видео камера
- калкулатор
- карта
- календар
- тефтерче
- речник
и този списък само ще расте с годините .
Разбира се телефонът никога няма да замести професионалните версии на камерата и фотоапарата както и на компаса , но за повечето хора върши перфектна работа.
да живее мързела , че да развива технологията !
От доста време насам следя цените на хостинг услугите в българея и чужбина , но от доста време насам не бях проверявал какво е положението … за малко да получа инфаркт ..
това е сървар в чужбина от компанията leaseweb.com :
Custom Built
HP ProLiant DL180 € 160,00
2x Intel Quad Core Xeon L5410 € incl.
8GB DDR2 € 14,00
6x500GB SATA2 € incl.
IP: 5 € 4,00
3000 GB € 16,00
=
Monthly total € 194,00 ( 379,41 лв)
а това е на родния пазар от супер хостинг компанията :
2 X Intel Xeon E5405 2.00 GHz 12M Cache, 1333FSB, Quad core
HDD 4 X 250 GB SATA II дисково пространство, RAID
2 X 2 GB DDRII ECC 667 FBDIMM оперативна памет
Intelligent Platform Management Interface (IPMI)
24/7 мониторинг
3500 GB месечен трафик
контролен панел WebMin (безплатно при заявка)
4 IP адреса безплатно
= 642.85 лв
защо българските уеб мастъри трябва да заплащат с 300 лева повече ?
положението в цветната хостинг компания ( fcolor.bg ) също не е цвете но е по-добре в сравнение с предишната компания:
2 x Intel Xeon Quad-Core E5440 2.83 GHz, 12 MB Cache Quad-Core
8 GB RAM
2 x 500 GB твърди дискове
4 Mbps гарантиран международен канал
НЕОГРАНИЧЕН трансфер на данни в българското Интернет пространство.
ще ви струва само 595 лв. на месец разлика само с около 220 лева въпреки изкушението от неограничен трафик в България мисля да пропусна и тази оферта.
Кога българските хостинг компании ще започнат да се състезават с европейските и да си нормализират малко цените ?
ако от българска хостинг компания започнат да продават сървъри с цените и качеството на европейските , мисля че доста хора ще предпочетат да ползват българското и да развиват индустрията така от колкото парите им да отиват в някоя друга държава.
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