Grande filme de terror para gajos que só vêem um ou dois por década como eu.
É óbvio que agora o remake apesar do excelente cast não deve ter metade da piada.
8/10.
July 23, 2008
July 13, 2008
Linux Human Beings
(…) We are grumpy, we are opinionated, we are fickle but we are LOYAL 
Linux à Portuguesa
Caixa Mágica 12 Desktop Review
Opiniões rápidas resultantes do contacto com o LiveCD versão KDE.
Pontos Positivos:
- Performance das aplicações KDE (Konqueror, KPDF principalmente) mesmo na versão LiveCD
- Superior explorador de ficheiros com várias boas opções de GUI Design como tree view por defeito previews de imagens, pdf, html, txt…
- Boa organização das ferramentas de configuração no KDE Control Center
- Inclusão por defeito de software não-free: Driver da NVidia, Flash Player por exemplo e de suporte para os codecs audio/video através do xine.
- Detecção de hardware (esta ainda não sofreu o teste mais exigente do portátil, mas está ao nível de outras distros actuais ou seja muito boa).
Pontos Negativos ou a melhorar:
- Má escolha de fonte por defeito para o desktop, Ubuntu utiliza por defeito Bitstream Vera Sans que é uma fonte desenvolvida por profissionais de typesetting e doada ao GNOME.
- Vários problemas com o aspecto das fontes no Firefox, embora este tipo de problemas se deva parcialmente à falta de cuidado dos web-designers que dependem demasiado de fontes da MS/Apple. De qualquer forma já se torna um hábito de configuração de qualquer desktop Linux e o aspecto das fontes deve ser configurável por ser subjectivo.
O título ganha ainda mais propriedade se considerarmos que a base actual da Caixa Mágica é o Mandriva cuja equipa de desenvolvimento é brasileira (herdada da distro BR Conectiva).
July 2, 2008
Matty Groves
Canção tradicional inglesa do século XVII, adaptada pelos Folk-Rockers Fairport Convention neste enorme álbum:
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Darnell’s wife came into church, the gospel for to hear.
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd.
“Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light.”
“Oh, I can’t come home, I won’t come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell’s wife.”
“What if I am Lord Darnell’s wife? Lord Darnell’s not at home.
For he is out in the far cornfields, bringing the yearlings home.”
And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said,
He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set.
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran,
And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam.
Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet.
Saying “How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?”
“Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep.”
“Well, get up, get up,” Lord Darnell cried, “get up as quick as you can!
It’ll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man.”
“Oh, I can’t get up, I won’t get up, I can’t get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife.”
“Well it’s true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse.”
“And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
I will strike the very next blow, and I’ll kill you if I can.”
So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore.
Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more.
And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
Saying, “Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?”
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
“I’d rather a kiss from dead Matty’s lips than you and your finery.”
Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.
“A grave, a grave!” Lord Darnell cried, “to put these lovers in.
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.”
