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kirchner y el colo por los blogs



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che derek, se me hace que technorati se va a quedar atras, atras

descubri blogscope y tiene unos cuantos widgets interesantes, que no tienen nada que envidiarle a technorati, ademas de un buenisimo motor de busqueda que me permitio llegar a paginas que me linkearon y que no tenia idea

entre los widgets me sorprendio uno: una especie de "google fight" pero en los blogs, y por periodos de tiempo

ahi, en la imagen pueden ver la evolucion de "nestor kirchner" y de "francisco de narvaez" en los blogs en los ultimos veinticinco dias

en linea azul nestor y en naranja el colo (vio que cosa don mancuso?)

nestor levanto en la ultima semana, y depende de nosotros que siga arriba, no solo en los blogs sino tambien el domingo, asi que ya saben, blogueros a laburar que falta una semana y bonaerenses, a no equivocarse

paseen por los links, creo que es lo mejor del post :-)

Comentarios

  1. help! poli help! ¿para que sirve technorati y blogscope? no entiendo una fucking shit!

    ResponderBorrar
  2. cuando pasen las elecciones hago un post al respecto, para todos los amigos

    un abrazo, gracias mauri y daniel por pasar

    ResponderBorrar
  3. che, esta buenisimo, se actualiza a la fecha de hoy, y hoy estamos abajo LPM (lease la puta madre)

    no le digamos de narvaez, desde ahora es el colo y punto

    ResponderBorrar
  4. Teacher, esperamos el post!!!!

    saludos
    Gal

    ResponderBorrar

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