<?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-2886874250475263172</id><updated>2011-12-02T11:55:41.048-08:00</updated><category term='rádio'/><category term='segredo'/><category term='major'/><category term='bagé'/><category term='gafe'/><title type='text'>..:::gafes do rádio:::..</title><subtitle type='html'>Sabe aquela gaguejada? Aquele erro memorável? Ou aquele que ninguém conhece, mas que é de se mijar de rir? Todos estarão aqui, no Gafes do Rádio! Leia, divirta-se e contribua!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-8146151691967873365</id><published>2011-09-15T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:43:52.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programas de avisos (parte II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O casório&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Alô Pedro, peão da fazenda Rancho Fundo. Alô Pedro, da fazenda Rancho Fundo. A tua irmã vai casar amanhã. A égua foi vendida pra mortadela. Assinado, Maria Aparecida, tua mãe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Claro que, nesse caso, a dona Maria Aparecida misturou dois assuntos diferentes. Eu acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morreu?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção no Sítio Dom Bosco, Antonio Camargo. No Sítio Dom Bosco, Antonio Camargo. A Elizabete, nossa filha, está muito mal no hospital. O corpo será velado na capela B da Santa Casa... Quem assina é Rita, sua esposa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nasceu!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção na fazenda São João, Paulo. Paulo da Fazenda São João. A égua do seu Manoel deu cria. A tua mulher também. É um guri. Vem para o batizado amanhã. Assinado, teu irmão Jorge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;O Jorge soube aproveitar o que chamamos em jornalismo de “gancho”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O pai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção na Fazenda São Gabriel, Alemão. Atenção, Alemão. A Judite, tua mulher, deu a luz ao Frederico teu filho. É um negrinho e tem muita saúde. Parabéns. Assinado, Gorete, tua mãe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-8146151691967873365?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8146151691967873365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=8146151691967873365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8146151691967873365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8146151691967873365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2011/09/programas-de-avisos-parte-ii.html' title='Programas de avisos (parte II)'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6064011113738231610</id><published>2011-09-13T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T12:41:00.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programas de avisos (parte I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Ainda sãocomuns nas rádios do interior, programas de avisos, que servem para que aspessoas da cidade se comuniquem com quem mora no campo e, às vezes, nemtelefone tem. É simples: a pessoa liga para a rádio, dita um texto passando algumainformação e esse é lido no ar. Nesses programas já ouvi pérolas fantásticas,como as que seguem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A chave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Alô DonaMaria Silva, na comunidade do Rincão do 28! Dona Maria, do Rincão do 28! Deixeia chave de casa debaixo da pedra branca perto da porteira! Quem avisa é oEzquiel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O varal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção noPasso Novo, Vera Lúcia. Estou indo no ônibus das seis da tarde. Me busca naparada e, por favor, leva o VARAL. Assinado, Marco Antonio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;Depois fuidescobrir que o Varal em questão era o cachorro da família.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O estudioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção naFazenda Santa Maria, Josefa Almeida. Eu rodei em matemática. Por favor, nãoconta pro pai. Assinado, Júnior, teu filho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6064011113738231610?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6064011113738231610/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6064011113738231610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6064011113738231610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6064011113738231610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2011/09/programas-de-avisos.html' title='Programas de avisos (parte I)'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1103054371836480670</id><published>2010-10-24T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T13:42:06.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segredo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bagé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rádio'/><title type='text'>Sensibilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recebo essa contribuição do professor Glauber Pereira, de Bagé (RS):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Um famoso comentarista de uma emissora de Bagé fazia a transmissão de uma partida da cidade, mas estava com a cabeça em outro lugar. Tudo porque um conhecido cartola da cidade, chamado Major Segredo, estava mal no hospital. O comentarista resolveu colocar os ouvintes a par do estado de saúde do cartola e usou toda a sensibilidade possível:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_Meus caros, informo que a vocês que o Major Segredo está mal no hospital. O Major Segredo pode morrer a qualquer momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De fato, o Major Segredo morreu. Porém, nosso comentarista, não contente em anunciar a morte aguardada, via transmissão de rádio, apresentou outra pérola. Por ser amigo do finado desde tempos idos, a viúva o convidou para se despedir do amigo com canções. No dia seguinte ao velório, nosso comentarista não teve dúvidas - nem modéstia - em sua participação no programa de rádio:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_Gente, o enterro do Major Segredo estava um espetáculo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1103054371836480670?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1103054371836480670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1103054371836480670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1103054371836480670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1103054371836480670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/10/sensibilidade.html' title='Sensibilidade'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-512043098928636991</id><published>2010-05-04T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:56:06.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Direto do elevador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;mso-themecolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O repórter de uma rádio no interior gaúcho precisava entrar ao vivo para dar informações do clima. Ele falava de como começava o dia na cidade e informava a previsão do tempo. Só que nesse dia algo deu errado. O repórter ficou preso no elevador e, não apenas isso, reclamou no ar da demora pelo socorro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;mso-themecolor:text1;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/280937841/c9f624a8" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-512043098928636991?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/512043098928636991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=512043098928636991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/512043098928636991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/512043098928636991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/05/direto-do-elevador.html' title='Direto do elevador!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4979915588278160802</id><published>2010-05-04T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:48:16.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No que o padre estava pensando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Recebi essa história do amigo Luiz Zanetti Sobrinho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Um padre lia trechos da Bíblia em um breve espaço em uma rádio popular. O programa era ao vivo. Certo dia, ele deveria ler Mateus 25, onde diz:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;color:black; mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; color:black;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Tive fome, e não me destes de comer.  Tive sede, e não me destes de beber. Era peregrino e não me acolhestes.  Estive nu e não me vestistes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;Só que na última parte, o padre se enrolou:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-themecolor:text1"&gt;_Estive nu e não me visitaste... Desculpe... Estive nu e não me visi... não me vestistes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4979915588278160802?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4979915588278160802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4979915588278160802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4979915588278160802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4979915588278160802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-que-o-padre-estava-pensando.html' title='No que o padre estava pensando?'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1959089913630469898</id><published>2010-03-19T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:07:45.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O cachorro “Dalmatá”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Recebo essa contribuição para o blog do gaúcho Éder Flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ele conta que um dos locutores veteranos de uma emissora de Cachoeira do Sul (RS), soltou essa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Atenção, aviso de u&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tilidade pública: O fulano de tal ligou pra mim aqui e pediu pra anunciar que o seu cachorro "Dalmatá" fugiu e ele NÃO SABE ONDE ESTÁ, mas também se soubesse não iria pedir pra eu anunciar, né?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não satisfeito, ainda concluiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Pra quem não sabe o "Dalmatá" é aquele cachorro branco e que tem as bolas pretas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Segundo o Éder, foi a maior festa na rádio e de ouvintes ligando rindo da gafe. Só que o nosso amigo locutor não entendi o porquê das brincadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1959089913630469898?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1959089913630469898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1959089913630469898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1959089913630469898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1959089913630469898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-cachorro-dalmata.html' title='O cachorro “Dalmatá”'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-8043830435221386823</id><published>2010-03-09T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:19:05.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza gigante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um locutor de Porto Alegre anunciava ao vivo a promoção de um dos patrocinadores do programa. Todos os ouvintes que mandassem um e-mail estariam concorrendo a uma pizza gigante. O problema é que a palavra “pizza” foi pronunciada à risca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...e todos que mandarem e-mail concorrem, no final do programa, ao sorteio de uma “pissa” gigante! [pausa] “Pissa” não, pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/237836265/1a1791fd" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-8043830435221386823?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8043830435221386823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=8043830435221386823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8043830435221386823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8043830435221386823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/03/pizza-gigante.html' title='Pizza gigante!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5361671201635340777</id><published>2010-02-16T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:20:32.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, os problemas técnicos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando o equipamento resolve não funcionar direito, qualquer transmissão de futebol vai por água abaixo. Foi aconteceu em uma emissora de Porto Alegre. A bateria do microfone sem fio do repórter resolveu falhar justamente quando foi questionado sobre uma substituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrador:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Vai entrar o número quinze no time do Vitória da Bahia! O jogo está parado! Diz aí Fulano de Tal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repórter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...Quinze é Al... (corte) ...andro... (corte) ...no lugar do número meia dúzia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem entender o nome do atleta, o narrador levou na esportiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Ok! Entrou o AL-U-AL-BA-AH no lugar do número seis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, outro colega que tinha o microfone em condições, socorreu e informou que o número quinze era o Alessandro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/223580356/7f31a02d" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5361671201635340777?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5361671201635340777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5361671201635340777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5361671201635340777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5361671201635340777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/02/ah-os-problemas-tecnicos.html' title='Ah, os problemas técnicos...'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5562429282706147752</id><published>2010-02-16T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:21:26.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vai, Arce, vai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa não sei de onde saiu, nem quem foi o protagonista. Sei que é muito boa. Durante a transmissão de uma partida do Corinthians, o narrador se emocionou além da conta quando o atacante Arce avançava e tinha boa chance de marcar o primeiro gol do jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Bom toque pra Arce, dominou, vai marcar, bateu! VAI A MERDA ARCE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/223560266/eaee27b8" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5562429282706147752?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5562429282706147752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5562429282706147752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5562429282706147752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5562429282706147752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/02/vai-arce-vai.html' title='Vai, Arce, vai!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1546394050703968204</id><published>2010-02-09T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:22:22.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sai da frente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante a transmissão de uma partida da Seleção Brasileira, uma grande emissora de São Paulo narrava pelo “tubo”. O narrador não estava no estádio e, sim, acompanhando o jogo pela televisão. Em certa altura da partida o comentarista Milton Neves deve ter levantado para fazer alguma coisa e ficou parado em frente à TV. O narrador, sem perder o pique, chamou a atenção do colega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ ...abriu boa jogada para o setor de contra-ataque, o Milton Neves tá na frente da televisão, abriu o lance curto pela ponta direita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/218327027/c8872839" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1546394050703968204?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1546394050703968204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1546394050703968204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1546394050703968204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1546394050703968204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/02/sai-da-frente.html' title='Sai da frente'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2151055376126110202</id><published>2010-02-09T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:23:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os fantasmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante transmissões esportivas é comum vazar testes de áudio no ar. Ocorre que, geralmente, as rádios têm vários pontos de transmissão e, em alguns momentos, enquanto um ponto está no ar, o pessoal da técnica resolve fazer ajustes nos outros. Porém, nenhum fantasma foi tão insistente quanto o de uma emissora de Porto Alegre. Ele testou tanto o microfone que acabou irritando o narrador. Depois de vários “teste, som, teste, som” no meio da sua narração, ele reclama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_Não vão sair daí, é? Tá bom, né... Só me faltava essa agora... Não vão sair daí, é!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/218326413/5b72705a" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2151055376126110202?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2151055376126110202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2151055376126110202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2151055376126110202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2151055376126110202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/02/os-fantasmas.html' title='Os fantasmas'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2822781490140088639</id><published>2010-02-08T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:24:28.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Dercy morreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma vírgula colocada no lugar errado pode mudar completamente o sentido da frase. Imagine então um locutor acrescentando, por conta própria, uma pequena palavrinha em um texto? Foi o que aconteceu no dia da morte da atriz Dercy Gonçalves. Um jornalista de uma rádio paulista lia trecho da nota oficial divulgada pelo presidente Lula e acabou soltando essa pérola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...segundo ele, a irreverência e a força da personalidade de Dercy NÃO vão deixar saudades em todos os brasileiros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rapidamente, corrigiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Aliás, vão deixar saudades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/218058441/1c603cbe" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2822781490140088639?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2822781490140088639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2822781490140088639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2822781490140088639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2822781490140088639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/02/quando-dercy-morreu.html' title='Quando Dercy morreu'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5140590615464195836</id><published>2010-01-28T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:25:26.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As versões</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mandato de Severino Cavalcante à frente da Câmara dos Deputados foi um dos mais conturbados da história. Marcado por declarações polêmicas e também por acusações de corrupção mal explicadas. É o caso dessa, quando a âncora de uma rádio de São Paulo não aguentou ler a nota até o final e riu das três diferentes versões apresentadas pelo ex-deputado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/209599909/3953f226" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5140590615464195836?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5140590615464195836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5140590615464195836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5140590615464195836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5140590615464195836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-versoes.html' title='As versões'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6065948161520243672</id><published>2010-01-28T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:27:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gago por um instante</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não sei o que acontece, mas em algumas situações, as palavras combinam que vão dar um nó na nossa língua. Aconteceu comigo há alguns dias, quando lia uma notícia sobre apreensões no trânsito. A junção das palavras “pelo" e "pedágio” acabou me derrubando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...o condutor de 22 anos passou pelo, pelo, pelo, pelo... opa. Passou pelo pedágio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/209600425/fc871089" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6065948161520243672?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6065948161520243672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6065948161520243672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6065948161520243672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6065948161520243672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2010/01/gago-por-um-instante.html' title='Gago por um instante'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1749638993435581887</id><published>2009-12-13T15:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:58:28.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unidade Móvel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O veículo da emissora que percorre a cidade atrás dos fatos mais importantes do momento é chamado de Unidade Móvel. Uma apresentadora da Rádio Sulina, de Dom Pedrito (RS), não sabia ou esqueceu. Durante o programa, alertou os ouvintes que poderia ser interrompida a qualquer momento pelo repórter que estava na rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Nós continuamos a nossa conversa aqui, mas a qualquer momento o repórter Fulano de Tal pode nos interromper falando direto da nossa UNIDADE AMBULANTE...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1749638993435581887?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1749638993435581887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1749638993435581887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1749638993435581887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1749638993435581887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/unidade-movel.html' title='Unidade Móvel'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4673235754128134276</id><published>2009-12-13T15:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:57:10.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Durante um programa de entrevistas em uma rádio de uma pequena cidade gaúcha, a apresentadora conversava com um dos jurados de um festival de teatro que estava acontecendo na cidade. Dissertando sobre assuntos que ela desconhecia totalmente, resolveu questionar o entrevistado – que também era diretor de teatro – sobre o comportamento dos atores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_Esse mundo do teatro é uma verdadeira GUERRA DE ÉGUAS, né Fulano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Obviamente ela queria dizer guerra de egos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4673235754128134276?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4673235754128134276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4673235754128134276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4673235754128134276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4673235754128134276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/guerra.html' title='Guerra'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5207220019850117860</id><published>2009-12-13T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:56:49.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Módulo Esportivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Um radialista da cidade de Dom Pedrito é famoso na cidade pelas gafes que comete no ar. Ele é ligado ao esporte da cidade e certo dia foi cobrir a final de um campeonato da cidade no local chamado de “módulo esportivo”. Eis que nosso personagem entra no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_Falamos ao vivo direto aqui do MÓDIS ESPORTIVO de Dom Pedrito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5207220019850117860?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5207220019850117860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5207220019850117860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5207220019850117860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5207220019850117860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/modulo-esportivo.html' title='Módulo Esportivo'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-9140397018555244674</id><published>2009-12-13T15:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:56:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem não ouve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Certa vez uma emissora da cidadezinha de Dom Pedrito, no interior do Rio Grande do Sul, recebeu um comercial muito curioso. Era de uma revendedora de aparelhos de surdez. O texto era assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A empresa de aparelhos auditivos avisa aos interessados que já chegaram os novos aparelhos. Pede-se aos vizinhos ou parentes, que repassem esse recado aos mesmos. De preferência, por escrito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-9140397018555244674?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/9140397018555244674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=9140397018555244674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/9140397018555244674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/9140397018555244674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-quem-nao-ouve.html' title='Para quem não ouve'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-8564383932548294125</id><published>2009-12-13T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:56:02.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Das antigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do tempo das rádionovelas vem essa história muito engraçada. Em certo ponto da trama o marido deveria pegar um revólver, apertar o gatilho e matar a própria esposa. Só que na hora H, o sonoplasta errou o efeito e, ao invés do som do tiro, soltou um “múúúúúúúúú”. O ator improvisou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;_Não adianta te esconder atrás dessa vaca! Apareça!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-8564383932548294125?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8564383932548294125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=8564383932548294125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8564383932548294125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8564383932548294125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/das-antigas.html' title='Das antigas'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2987150682341744262</id><published>2009-12-06T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:28:23.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lombardi e suas namoradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando o locutor Lombardi, que trabalhava com Silvio Santos, morreu, o ato foi notícia em muitas emissoras de rádio. Desde as grandes, até as pequenas noticiaram o falecimento do radialista, já que era colega de profissão e admirado por todos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma emissora em especial, produziu uma ótima gafe durante o episódio. O locutor leu uma nota sobre a morte de Lombardi e provavelmente pediu para outro colega entrar falando sobre a história do locutor no SBT. Eis que esse segundo personagem, ao invés de fazer a tradicional pesquisa na Wikipedia, uma famosa enciclopédia on line, se equivocou e acessou a página que falava do locutor na Desciclopédia, uma versão humorística da primeira. Isso provavelmente aconteceu porque ao digitar no Google “locutor Lombardi”, o quarto resultado que aparece é a descrição do locutor na Desciclopédia.&lt;br /&gt;O caso é que o nosso amigo radialista disse que Lombardi havia começado a trabalhar com Silvio Santos em 1817, namorou Hebe Camargo e Dercy Goncalves e até teria feito plástica. Por sorte, o primeiro locutor percebeu que havia algo errado e, aos risos, corrigiu o colega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.4shared.com/embed/166992417/66417fe2" width="320" height="200" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É, e ele estava falando tão sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2987150682341744262?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2987150682341744262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2987150682341744262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2987150682341744262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2987150682341744262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/12/lombardi-e-suas-namoradas.html' title='Lombardi e suas namoradas'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-333029457397331144</id><published>2009-11-27T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:16:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sogra é sogra e ponto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O radialista Amarildo Volpato manda mais essa. Um programa policial de uma rádio de Lages (SC) noticiava um acidente que ocorreu na BR 116. Foi uma colisão frontal que matou quatro pessoas da mesma família. Só que na hora do repórter explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nesse acidente terrível morreram três pessoas MAIS A SOGRA...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na realidade, morreram o motorista, a esposa e a filha dele e a mãe da esposa do motorista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-333029457397331144?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/333029457397331144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=333029457397331144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/333029457397331144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/333029457397331144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/sogra-e-sogra-e-ponto.html' title='Sogra é sogra e ponto'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1929527854757719483</id><published>2009-11-27T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:17:29.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarelinho boca-suja</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O locutor chama o repórter inesperadamente na Rádio Globo e dá nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_O Genílson Araújo também está com mais um amarelinho da Globo em ação. Boa tarde Genílson?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno momento de silêncio e o Genílson responde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...rapaiz, agora fudeu... Opa!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="file=http://dc131.4shared.com/img/161254581/10d97739/dlink__2Fdownload_2F161254581_2F10d97739_3Ftsid_3D20091128-010926-d67ef58b/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1929527854757719483?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1929527854757719483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1929527854757719483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1929527854757719483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1929527854757719483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/amarelinho-boca-suja.html' title='Amarelinho boca-suja'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2109107428769511396</id><published>2009-11-27T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:04:28.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insetos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguns locutores gostam de “tomar as dores” do povo e reclamar para valer. Além de tentarem resolver os problemas dos ouvintes, também criam simpatia com eles. Esse, por exemplo, entrevistava o subprefeito de uma localidade e cobrava medidas quanto a infestação de ratos no local.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_...é um rato maior que o outro! Dá até pra fazer coleção de ratos! A subprefeitura tem um trabalho de acabar com esses INSETOS lá naquela região?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não acredita? Ouça: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc167.4shared.com/img/161253783/6084fac2/dlink__2Fdownload_2F161253783_2F6084fac2_3Ftsid_3D20091128-010350-a5d84659/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2109107428769511396?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2109107428769511396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2109107428769511396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2109107428769511396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2109107428769511396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/insetos.html' title='Insetos?'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4864639938109915841</id><published>2009-11-27T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:54:08.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo corte de carne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante o anúncio das promoções do dia de um supermercado, um radialista do interior do Rio Grande do Sul, sem querer, criou um nome criativo para um corte de carne. Ele deveria anunciar a chuleta suína, em promoção. Acabou misturando as duas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Hora certa no giro da notícia para Super Feliz. Hoje tem a CHULINA... (pausa) A chuleta suína...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc125.4shared.com/img/161252081/3379ea0e/dlink__2Fdownload_2F161252081_2F3379ea0e_3Ftsid_3D20091128-005337-9740c7f3/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4864639938109915841?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4864639938109915841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4864639938109915841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4864639938109915841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4864639938109915841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/novo-corte-de-carne.html' title='Novo corte de carne'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6385071813027196358</id><published>2009-11-27T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:47:28.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma dele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O insuperável radialista Everaldo Balejos, que trabalha em Alegrete (RS) fazia o plantão de estúdio durante as transmissões de um campeonato de futebol infantil que acontece na cidade. Ao mesmo tempo, fazia uma boquinha e bebia Coca-Cola. Claro que não deu certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc119.4shared.com/img/161250560/763ffd76/dlink__2Fdownload_2F161250560_2F763ffd76_3Ftsid_3D20091128-004543-35f20444/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6385071813027196358?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6385071813027196358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6385071813027196358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6385071813027196358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6385071813027196358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-uma-dele.html' title='Mais uma dele'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4598101917337750874</id><published>2009-11-06T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:48:35.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo ou morto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante a transmissão de um campeonato de futebol infantil que acontece anualmente em Alegrete, na fronteira-oeste do Rio Grande do Sul, o narrador era o meu amigo Toninho de Lima e, nos estúdios, fazendo o plantão, o radialista local Everaldo Balejos. Primeiro dia de transmissão e o narrador faz toda aquela abertura poética. Anuncia um por um dos integrantes da equipe, até que chega ao plantonista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_E no nosso plantão esportivo Everaldo Balejos! Boa Noite Everaldo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele responde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Boa noite a toda a equipe da Minuano FM. Quero mandar um grande abraço para o SAUDOSO Toninho de Lima, nosso narrador...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4598101917337750874?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4598101917337750874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4598101917337750874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4598101917337750874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4598101917337750874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/vivo-ou-morto.html' title='Vivo ou morto?'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-7625443075533181333</id><published>2009-11-06T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:06:29.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais nota de falecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em uma emissora comunitária de Alegrete, um locutor um tanto desatento leu no ar uma nota de falecimento muito diferente. No meio do programa com músicas de forró, o diretor da emissora chegou com uma nota que deveria ser lida imediatamente. De pronto, ele abriu o microfone e começou a ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nota de falecimento. Notificamos com pesar o falecimento de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O detalhe é que ele estava sem retorno e esqueceu de colocar os fones de ouvido. Resultado: ao fundo, tocava em alto e bom som uma música muito animada do grupo Limão com Mel, que dizia &lt;em&gt;“não suporto essa doooor, diz pra mim que não é o fimmmm”&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-7625443075533181333?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7625443075533181333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=7625443075533181333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7625443075533181333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7625443075533181333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-nota-de-falecimento.html' title='Mais nota de falecimento'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-3941636615131953685</id><published>2009-11-03T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:05:21.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvinte criativa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma rádio fazia promoção onde os ouvintes ligavam, respondiam uma pergunta e, se acertassem, ganhavam prêmios. Até que um dia a dona Maria, que se identificou como uma senhora de 80 anos, resolveu participar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Locutor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Alô, bom dia! Quem fala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_É a Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Locutor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Muito bem Dona Maria. Lá vai a pergunta! Atenção! Dona Maria, qual é o país que tem duas sílabas e que uma delas é uma coisa muito gostosa de comer? Tempo Dona Maria!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam alguns segundos, aquele “tic, tac” do relógio, e Dona Maria surpreende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_CU-BA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O locutor, meio sem graça, fica mudo por alguns instantes mas cede à criatividade da ouvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locutor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Tudo bem, Dona Maria, a senhora vai levar o prêmio pela criatividade, mas aqui na minha ficha estava escrito JA-PÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-3941636615131953685?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/3941636615131953685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=3941636615131953685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3941636615131953685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3941636615131953685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/ouvinte-criativa.html' title='Ouvinte criativa'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4560343700606945081</id><published>2009-11-03T16:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:13:04.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para inglês não ver!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para alguns locutores mais antigos, palavras estrangeiras são um verdadeiro desafio. Às vezes a língua enrola, ou o colega não sabe a pronúncia correta. Radialistas antigos revelam uma técnica usada por alguns quando se deparavam com uma palavra dessas em alguma nota ou comercial que precisava ser lido. Contam que, ao mesmo tempo em que pronunciavam de qualquer maneira, raspavam a mão no microfone. Isso produzia um barulho no ar e não permitia que o ouvinte entendesse claramente de que forma a palavra foi dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por falar em palavras estrangeiras, você considera difíceis as palavras “desktops” e “notebooks”? Pois um narrador se atrapalhou para ler o comercial de uma loja de informática durante uma jornada esportiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Você encontra os melhores DESKSTOSPS E NOSTES BUSQUES é na loja tal Informática!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4560343700606945081?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4560343700606945081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4560343700606945081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4560343700606945081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4560343700606945081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/para-ingles-nao-ver.html' title='Para inglês não ver!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-7971387800922992936</id><published>2009-11-01T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:22:23.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa a mãe fora disso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais uma contribuição para o blog. Do radialista Márcio Souza, de Taquari-RS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia numa emissora da cidade gaúcha de Taquari, o apresentador de um programa popularesco pedia ajuda para uma família necessitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Essa família precisa de ajuda, e você pode ajudar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até que se emociona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Vamos trabalhar juntos nisso! Vamos dar as MÕES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O operador, percebendo o erro, grita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Não é as MÕES, rapaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O apresentador se corrige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Ah, é verdade, não é as MÕES. Vamos dar as mães!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Claro, a frase correta seria “vamos dar as mãos”. Incluir a mãe no meio não vale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-7971387800922992936?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7971387800922992936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=7971387800922992936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7971387800922992936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7971387800922992936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/11/deixa-mae-fora-disso.html' title='Deixa a mãe fora disso!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5178885163612724828</id><published>2009-10-30T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:11:43.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom pra cara...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outra contribuição dos leitores. Esta, Roberto Bordim, de Gramado-RS, ouviu enquanto estava no Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na década de 50 uma emissora de rádio transmitia os desfiles das escolas de samba do Rio de Janeiro, que acontecia na Praça XI. Era costumeiro um dos repórteres entrevistarem populares que assistiam ao desfile. Certo dia, eis o fato.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repórter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_O que o cidadão está achando do desfile esse ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidadão, um tanto animado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Tá bom pra cara...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A habilidade do técnico de som da emissora não permitiu que os ouvidos sensíveis das famílias da época fossem feridos. Em compensação a emissora saiu do ar por uns bons dez minutos, voltando com a seguinte mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Senhoras e senhores, estivemos fora do ar por alguns minutos, por falta de energia nos nossos transmissores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A desculpa foi pra lá de esfarrapada e a opinião do público deixou de ser ouvida naquela e em outras noites.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5178885163612724828?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5178885163612724828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5178885163612724828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5178885163612724828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5178885163612724828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/bom-pra-cara.html' title='Bom pra cara...!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-3873741824684652501</id><published>2009-10-30T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:10:06.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em obras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O blog já recebeu inúmeras contribuições. Esta veio do radialista Ronaldo Falkenback, da Rádio Gazeta de Santa Cruz do Sul-RS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os repórteres da Rádio Gazeta de Santa Cruz do Sul passaram um trabalhão durante um período de reformas na redação da emissora. Em determinado jornal, um repórter entrava direto da redação, por telefone, com alguns dos principais destaques do dia. O problema é que esqueceram de avisar o pedreiro para dar um tempo nas obras enquanto o locutor estivesse ano ar. Resultado: a cada frase, ouvia-se ao fundo um incessante “toc, toc, toc”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc121.4shared.com/img/145061567/ece5f705/dlink__2Fdownload_2F145061567_2Fece5f705_3Ftsid_3D20091031-020417-99a06de5/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-3873741824684652501?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/3873741824684652501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=3873741824684652501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3873741824684652501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3873741824684652501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-obras.html' title='Em obras'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-7907967355521593606</id><published>2009-10-30T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:18:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrasado para o enterro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esta história recebi do radialista Amarildo Volpato, de Lages-SC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Conta que estava na cidade de Joaçaba, que é separada de Herval apenas por uma ponte. Ao ouvir uma rádio local, o locutor foi dar uma nota de falecimento. Tudo bem, até o rodapé do chamado, que dizia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_O sepultamento está marcado para as 16 horas de hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O locutor deu uma pausa, olhou o relógio e percebeu que já eram 16h20. Criativo, completou com aquela voz padrão de nota de falecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...mas se vocês apurarem um pouquinho ainda pegam o caixão ali pela ponte, mais ou menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-7907967355521593606?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7907967355521593606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=7907967355521593606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7907967355521593606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7907967355521593606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/atrasado-para-o-enterro.html' title='Atrasado para o enterro'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-8840623179386417340</id><published>2009-10-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:24:03.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sádicos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Alguns colegas de profissão são um tanto quanto sádicos em alguns momentos. Um repórter de Bagé, no interior, foi até a delegacia da cidade para cobrir um crime bárbaro. Um jovem matou o pai e a mãe e estava prestes a tentar suicídios quando foi preso. Ao chegar à delegacia, o repórter foi informado que poderia conversar com o assassino quase-suicida. Ao ter o primeiro contato com o preso, fez a única pergunta que não deveria ser feita naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_E aí, TUDO BEM?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia ouvindo um programa noturno de uma emissora de Porto Alegre, a apresentadora atendia ouvintes no ar. Um senhor entrou no ar comentado da vida solitária que levava e que gostava muito da apresentadora. Até que ocorre o seguinte diálogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Locutora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Qual a sua profissão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Eu sou aposentado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Locutora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Aposentado de que área?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Fui aposentado por invalidez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Locutora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Ahhh, QUE LEGAL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-8840623179386417340?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/8840623179386417340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=8840623179386417340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8840623179386417340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/8840623179386417340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/sadicos.html' title='Sádicos'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4661893337436409381</id><published>2009-10-20T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:06:45.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adionel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa é uma das mais famosas gafes do Brasil. Aconteceu quando um jovem repórter foi pautado para uma entrevista coletiva do arcebispo do Rio de Janeiro, Dom Eugênio Sales. Ao chegar lá, o primeiro contato foi com o assessor de imprensa do religioso, que se chamava Adionel Carlos. O repórter pensou que o primeiro nome do jovem assessor fosse um cargo religioso e ficou espantado: “Nossa, um cara tão novo assim e já é ADIONEL”. Pensando em furar os colegas, que estavam com as atenções voltadas ao arcebispo, o repórter surpreendeu a todos durante a entrevista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Dom Eugênio, na verdade eu gostaria de saber há quanto tempo o moço que está aí ao seu lado é ADIONEL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem o arcebispo, nem os colegas de profissão entenderam. O jovem repórter, incansável, repetiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Eu só quero saber de você aí, há quantos anos você assumiu o ADIONELADO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adionel respondeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Olha, eu sou Adionel desde que nasci.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem radialista anotou a informação e foi embora feliz e satisfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4661893337436409381?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4661893337436409381/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4661893337436409381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4661893337436409381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4661893337436409381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/adionel.html' title='Adionel'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2974587843798341727</id><published>2009-10-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:40:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiroshima e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Às vésperas dos 60 anos dos ataques nucleares norte-americanos às cidades japoneses de Hiroshima e Nagasaki, ocorridos no final da segunda guerra mundial, um repórter do interior contatou representantes da comunidade japonesa na cidade para falar sobre o assunto. Ele conseguiu realizar uma entrevista com um senhor, que aqui vamos chamar de Toshiro, japonês e que perdeu parte da família nos ataques. Nosso repórter começa a entrevista e já na abertura, comete uma pequena gafe trocando os nomes japonês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Hoje faz 60 anos que os norte-americanos atacaram com bombas nucleares as cidades japonesas de Hiroshima e... (pausa) Hiroshima e Toshiro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao fundo era possível ouvir o entrevistado tentando reparar a falha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_No! No! No! É Nagasaki, né? Toshiro sou eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2974587843798341727?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2974587843798341727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2974587843798341727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2974587843798341727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2974587843798341727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiroshima-e.html' title='Hiroshima e...'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-3290462446268355251</id><published>2009-10-19T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:54:54.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Locutor criativo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa história recebi do presidente do Sindicato dos Radialistas do Rio Grande do Sul, amigo Caverna.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente, na rádio Triunfo de Porto Alegre, um locutor muito criativo abria a programação do dia com muita criatividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Bom dia! A noite aconteceu e a TRIUNFO DEU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-3290462446268355251?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/3290462446268355251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=3290462446268355251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3290462446268355251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3290462446268355251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/locutor-criativo.html' title='Locutor criativo'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-7085809587029986226</id><published>2009-10-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:24:05.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-governador Jair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante o meu trabalho, iniciei a leitura de uma reportagem política ao vivo. Tratava-se de denúncias contra ex-governadores do Rio Grande do Sul. Um deles, Jair Soares, o primeiro eleito democraticamente no Estado. O problema é que a memória falhou e, mesmo com a lauda em mãos, cometi um hilariante equívoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_O progressista JAIR RODRIGUES, por exemplo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jair Rodrigues é o cantor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc173.4shared.com/img/142068305/e8933c19/dlink__2Fdownload_2F142068305_2Fe8933c19_3Ftsid_3D20091019-212305-166de6b0/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-7085809587029986226?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7085809587029986226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=7085809587029986226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7085809587029986226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7085809587029986226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/ex-governador-jair.html' title='Ex-governador Jair...'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6318632026517894921</id><published>2009-10-14T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:54:51.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso de desligamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É famosa na internet a tentativa de um locutor cearense para passar um aviso de desligamento de energia elétrica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Atenção aviso de desligamento! A Companhia de Eletricidade do Ceará, COELC, torna público para conhecimento dos consumidores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E assim foi. Até a hora em que ele tinha que anunciar quando as localidades voltariam a ter luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...referidas localidades poderão ser RÉ...NÉGI...RÉGENE... RÉGENERADA! Poderão ser RÉ...GÉ...NÉGI... REGEGENÉSIA! Não é GENÉSIA nada cara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele insiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Referidas localidades poderão se RÉ...GÉ...NÉGE... REGEGENÉSIA! Ammmmm... (pausa) Antes do horário previsto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sem conseguir ler reenergizar, ele resolve explicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Poderá ser “alumiado” de novo antes do horário previsto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6318632026517894921?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6318632026517894921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6318632026517894921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6318632026517894921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6318632026517894921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/aviso-de-desligamentoe-famosa-na.html' title='Aviso de desligamento'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4696371141582473042</id><published>2009-10-14T00:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:30:17.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu Creysson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante a cobertura da Expointer de 2009 numa rádio de Porto Alegre, a cada noticiário dávamos informações novas sobre a feira. Num desses dias, entrei no ar anunciando e, claro, cometendo uma pequena gafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_O nosso assunto agora é Expointer 2009, a maior feira AGROPECUÁRICA... ou melhor, agropecuária do país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="file=http://dc105.4shared.com/img/140772008/4c2316b8/dlink__2Fdownload_2F140772008_2F4c2316b8_3Ftsid_3D20091014-032517-501748ba/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seu Creysson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4696371141582473042?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4696371141582473042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4696371141582473042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4696371141582473042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4696371141582473042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-do-autor-em-audio_6295.html' title='Seu Creysson!'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2290036778401299997</id><published>2009-10-14T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:18:44.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicando</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; "&gt;Uma dica para repórteres de rádio que fazem muitas entradas ao vivo é não tentar passar por um entendedor do assunto. Basta dar a informação bruta e, em caso de dúvida, omita, mas não minta. Um conhecido repórter de uma rádio de Porto Alegre estava desatento à essa regra no dia em que entrou ao vivo para noticiar uma ocorrência pequena ocorrida naquele momento. Soltou essa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;_&lt;i&gt;...e o proprietário do bar vai assinar um termo circunstanciado, que é... que é... que é uma ocorrência de baixo poder... de baixo pode AQUISITIVO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Termo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;circunstanciado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é um registro de um fato tipificado como infração de menor potencial ofensivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, ou seja, um pequeno crime. Só isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2290036778401299997?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2290036778401299997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2290036778401299997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2290036778401299997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2290036778401299997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/explicando.html' title='Explicando'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-2687884720591494702</id><published>2009-10-14T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:50:24.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulgas unidas jamais serão vencidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Uma colega se atrapalhou ao ler uma nota sobre uma infestação de pulgas que havia provocado o fechamento de uma escola em Porto Alegre. Embala no ritmo da notícia, soltou essa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_...estão sem aulas. O motivo foi a inusitada MANIFESTAÇÃO de pulgas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ficamos imaginando um grupo de pulgas portando cartazes e soltando o grito de guerra: “Queremos sangue! Queremos sangue!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouça:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://ricardouk.no.sapo.pt/scripts/player.swf" width="350" height="20" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="file=http://dc160.4shared.com/img/140773565/dabf680d/dlink__2Fdownload_2F140773565_2Fdabf680d_3Ftsid_3D20091014-033437-2811abdf/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-2687884720591494702?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/2687884720591494702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=2687884720591494702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2687884720591494702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/2687884720591494702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/pulgas-unidas-jamais-serao-vencidas.html' title='Pulgas unidas jamais serão vencidas'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-884829215585371887</id><published>2009-10-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:11:15.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pérolas do Canela I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O incansável repórter Canela é um patrimônio da radiodifusão de Bagé. É a voz do esporte amador nas ondas da Rádio Clube AM. É de lá que saíram algumas pérolas memoráveis, como a que segue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Canela é torcedor do Grêmio Esportivo Bagé, que tem como rival o Guarany. Em um determinado o ano, o time do nosso incansável repórter havia perdido todos os clássicos da cidade, chamado Ba-gua. Às vésperas do último clássico do ano, Canela se inspirou na greve de fome feita na mesma época por um político carioca para provar que era honesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Nesse domingo tem Ba-Gua! Eu quero dizer que se o Bagé não vencer esse, a partir de segunda-feira eu vou entrar em REGIME de fome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mais engraçado ainda porque Canela é magro como uma taquara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-884829215585371887?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/884829215585371887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=884829215585371887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/884829215585371887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/884829215585371887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/perolas-do-canela-i.html' title='Pérolas do Canela I'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4485692594703242496</id><published>2009-10-14T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:06:32.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Bagé</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em Bagé, na região da campanha do Rio Grande do Sul, três rádios AM disputam a preferência do ouvinte. São elas: Difusora AM, Cultura AM e Clube AM. Essa última, a de menor audiência. É justamente nela que trabalha o ex-vice prefeito da cidade, ex-ator dos filmes do Texeirinha e produtor cultural Sapiran Brito. Ele é autor do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;slogan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; mais original da emissora, fazendo um trocadilho com os nomes das concorrentes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Rádio Clube, a Difusora da Cultura!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4485692594703242496?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4485692594703242496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4485692594703242496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4485692594703242496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4485692594703242496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-bage.html' title='Em Bagé'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1745459847759042290</id><published>2009-10-14T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:02:30.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Durante uma entrevista ao vivo pelo telefone, um especialista falava sobre um assunto sério ligado a economia. Ao fundo, se ouvia uma insistente voz infantil. De repente, no ar, o entrevistado para imediatamente o que estava falando e berra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Júnior!!! Cala a boca que o pai tá ao vivo aqui na rádio!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dois segundos de silêncio e ele completa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;_Desculpe, mas onde é que eu estava mesmo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1745459847759042290?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1745459847759042290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1745459847759042290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1745459847759042290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1745459847759042290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-filho.html' title='O filho'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1146864830254985058</id><published>2009-10-03T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:29:33.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns pra você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trabalhar com operador, às vezes, é um problema. Certa feita, um apresentador conceituado decidira que começaria o seu programa relembrando que naquela data se completariam 10 anos da morte do poeta gaúcho Mário Quintana. O problema é que, costumeiramente, no início do programa ele anunciava os aniversariantes do dia. Deu-se o problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_E hoje é uma data muito importante porque é aniversário da passagem de Mário Quintana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando o operador, do outro lado do aquário, ouviu a palavra “aniversário” não teve dúvidas. Soltou play na trilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Parabéns, parabéns! Saúde, felicidade! Que tu colhas sempre, todo o dia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1146864830254985058?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1146864830254985058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1146864830254985058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1146864830254985058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1146864830254985058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/parabens-pra-voce.html' title='Parabéns pra você'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4719613413361728389</id><published>2009-10-03T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:28:40.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notas de falecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda hoje, paro para ouvir uma nota de falecimento nas rádios do interior. Em qualquer lugar o texto é o mesmo, só muda o defunto. Eis algumas pérolas dessas notas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar na emissora, o locutor foi avisado que deveria dar uma nota de falecimento imediatamente e que havia um bilhete com o texto no estúdio. O operador abre o microfone e ele anuncia com voz cavernosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nota de falecimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E aí, começou o problema encrenca. Onde é que estava o bilhete que o rapaz deixara? Procura daqui, procura dali, mexe num bolso, mexe no outro, e nada do bilhete com o nome do morto. Então, o locutor, meio atordoado, anunciou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Não percam, dentro de instantes, Nota de Falecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Todas as notas de falecimento terminam com a seguinte frase: “notificamos com pesar o falecimento de fulano de tal”. Certa vez, um locutor gaúcho soltou essa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...Notificamos com PRAZER o falecimento de...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4719613413361728389?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4719613413361728389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4719613413361728389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4719613413361728389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4719613413361728389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/notas-de-falecimento.html' title='Notas de falecimento'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-4671005581703439499</id><published>2009-10-03T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:18:36.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os textos comerciais geralmente pregam peças nos locutores. Certa vez, o locutor da hora deveria ler um comercial que dizia “Para o bebê, nesse calor atroz, Talco Ross”. Na pressa, saiu isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_Para o bebê, nesse calor ATRÁS, Talco Ross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-4671005581703439499?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/4671005581703439499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=4671005581703439499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4671005581703439499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/4671005581703439499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/calor.html' title='Calor'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5003263713072155460</id><published>2009-10-03T21:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:30:32.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre do gatinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acontecia um incêndio e o repórter da única rádio da cidade foi chamado para cobrir o fato. Ao chegar lá, ligou para a rádio e entrou no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Estamos aqui em frente ao incêndio, realmente é muito forte, tem muito fogo, há muitos curiosos aqui em volta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E assim foi, descrevendo tudo. Até que ele avistou alguma coisa sendo retirada de dentro da casa em chamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;_Mas o que está acontecendo, os bombeiros estão tirando algo coberto em chamas. Parece um corpo (...pausa). Não, na verdade é um gatinho. Pobrezinho do animal, dá pena de ver. Ele virou uma verdadeira tocha HUMANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5003263713072155460?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5003263713072155460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5003263713072155460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5003263713072155460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5003263713072155460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/pobre-do-gatinho.html' title='Pobre do gatinho...'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-3234363342529619549</id><published>2009-10-03T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:15:46.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardápio do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anunciando um restaurante especialista em galetos, ao dizer o prato do dia o locutor falou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...e hoje tem galenta com polinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Percebendo o erro, corrigiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...ou melhor, polinha com galenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aí desistiu. Ele queria dizer galinha com polenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-3234363342529619549?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/3234363342529619549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=3234363342529619549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3234363342529619549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/3234363342529619549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/cardapio-do-dia.html' title='Cardápio do dia'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-7945338722533239818</id><published>2009-10-03T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:04:13.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Narrador e repórter: uma dupla imbatível</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reza a lenda que, no final de uma partida de um campeonato de futebol infantil que acontece anualmente em Alegrete, na fronteira-oeste, uma falha de comunicação provocou uma das mais conhecidas gafes da cidade. O narrador era o professor Geraldo Andrade e, nas reportagens, atuava o radialista João Ulisses de Souza. Quase meia noite, provavelmente todos já cansados, o narrador anuncia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Trila o apito! Termina o jogo. E aí, João Ulisses?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando a deixa para que o repórter iniciasse seus trabalhos no campo. Eis que João Ulisses, de pronto, responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Aqui também, professor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois casos semelhantes, onde a distração do repórter de campo foi decisiva para a construção de gafes, aconteceram em Caxias do Sul. Durante a transmissão de uma partida, o narrador percebe que iniciara a chover e constata, emendando com o chamado ao repórter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...chutou pra fora! E começa a chover aqui no Alfredo Jaconi. E aí, fulano de tal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O repórter responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Aqui no campo também chove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Caxias do Sul, terra fria, é comum que a neblina baixe no campo. Certo dia, baixou tanto que o narrador não enxergava os jogadores em campo. Lá pelas tantas, ouve o chamado do repórter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Acabou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O narrador, pensando se tratar de um chamado do estúdio com alguma partida paralela que acabara naquele instante, pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Acabou onde?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O repórter responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Aqui mesmo, no Jaconi. Vamos conversar com o goleiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-7945338722533239818?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/7945338722533239818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=7945338722533239818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7945338722533239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/7945338722533239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/10/narrador-e-reporter-uma-dupla-imbativel.html' title='Narrador e repórter: uma dupla imbatível'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-1415599610730708145</id><published>2009-09-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:22:17.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trocando os hinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uma emissora do Paraná apresentaria um programa especial sobre a história do Estado. Solícito, o diretor da emissora avisou a apresentadora que já havia colocado no computador o Hino do Paraná para abrir o programa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando o programa começou, não deu outra: “A Paraná Educativa, AM 630, apresenta Nossa História”, eis que entrou o hino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Meu Paranáááá, meu tricoloooor! Paraná-á!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que fazer e tendo que dizer alguma coisa, a apresentadora comentou com compreensível desconforto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Alguém fez uma travessura. Deveríamos abrir o programa com o Hino do Estado do Paraná, com a banda da Polícia Militar, e não com o hino do Paraná Clube...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-1415599610730708145?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/1415599610730708145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=1415599610730708145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1415599610730708145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/1415599610730708145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-hino-errado.html' title='Trocando os hinos'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6141789209415158906</id><published>2009-09-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:14:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No anúncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um locutor foi ler o anúncio do "Nuguet", um produto para se passar nos sapatos e que, segundo seus fabricantes, conservava, amaciava e dava brilho. O final do texto era assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nuguet, mais brilho ao couro dos calçados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhado, leu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nuguet, mais brilho ao couro cabeludo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando consertar, concluiu: "...dos calçados". E ficou assim, para espanto de quem estava ouvindo a rádio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Nuguet, mais brilho ao couro cabeludo... dos calçados.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6141789209415158906?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6141789209415158906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6141789209415158906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6141789209415158906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6141789209415158906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-anuncio.html' title='No anúncio'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-6986030431117789439</id><published>2009-09-01T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:42:03.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em um rádio de Igrejinha, pequena cidade da serra do Rio Grande do Sul, um famoso locutor era responsável pela abertura dos trabalhos. Ele entrava no ar antes do dia amanhecer e só saia de dentro do estúdio por volta do meio dia. Todos os dias, às 8h, uma vinheta anunciava as condições do clima na cidade. Certo dia, entra a vinheta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_A rádio Igrejinha informa as condições do clima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso locutor, sem ter a mínima idéia de como estava o tempo, entre no ar com a voz cavernosa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_Em Igrejinha, oito horas. Tempo bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento, ele é interrompido por um estrondo fortíssimo de um trovão, daqueles criados com a avó. Tremem as paredes e até dentro do estúdio foi possível ouvir. Nosso personagem não se acanha e conclui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_...pra agricultura! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-6986030431117789439?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/6986030431117789439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=6986030431117789439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6986030431117789439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/6986030431117789439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempo-bom.html' title='Tempo bom'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2886874250475263172.post-5171600056307311124</id><published>2009-09-01T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:34:21.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Termo safadinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fazer rádio news não é tão fácil quanto pode parece. Um amigo de uma emissora de Porto Alegre que o diga. Durante uma noite tranquila de trabalho, ele fazia a ronda e constatou que máquinas caça-níqueis foram apreendidas pela Polícia. Sem tempo para escrever a nota, fez alguns apontamentos e entrou no ar para dar a notícia de improviso mesmo. O problema é que o dono das tais máquinas foi autuado pela polícia e deveria assinar um termo “circunstanciado”. E falar isso no ar é fácil? Acabou saindo assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_E o proprietário das máquinas foi autuado pela polícia e vai assinar um termo CIRCUNCISADO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2886874250475263172-5171600056307311124?l=gafesdoradio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/feeds/5171600056307311124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2886874250475263172&amp;postID=5171600056307311124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5171600056307311124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2886874250475263172/posts/default/5171600056307311124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gafesdoradio.blogspot.com/2009/09/termo-safadinho.html' title='Termo safadinho'/><author><name>Lucas Rohãn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08068645395193309722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HgR_Di0hzTM/TtktM2lPh6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/m2XvAjUhsG8/s220/lucas_santiago.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
