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Linux Enhances Shakespeare
marXian writes "Opening in Norwich UK this week and subsequently visiting Cambridge is makb3th from theatre company pirateutopia.org. The show is very much Linux-powered using aalib, XDirectFB, VLC and more to set the piece (an adaptation of Shakespeare's Macbeth) on an off-shore data haven." Allright, pick your jaw up off the floor ;)
Well, I suppose the plays are GPL now...
Double Double... AMD, Intel are in trouble, Chipset burn and servers bubble.... With apologies to Big Willie!
'Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?'
Hey everyone, lets put on an avant garde show!
"Life is a tale told by an idiot, who but struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is gone - unless he is a 19yr old Finnish Computer Science student, in which case he achieves immortality"
"tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow, Linux World Domination is all I see before me"
YASA (Yet Another Shakespeare adaptation)?
-- Waht? Tehr's a preveiw buottn?
If ((2*B) OR (NOT(2*B))){
answer="yes";
}
else{
answer="no";
}
printf(be);
>a.out
>yes
Irene KHAAAAAAN!
The show is very much Linux-powered using aalib, XDirectFB, VLC and more
Come on now, don't you know all the cool geeks are using less these days?
Bitchslapped. Neat.
'ta
SEYTON: The server, my lord, is dead!
MACBETH: She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
--Roughly from Macbeth Act 5, Scene 5
It's just pseudo-code. It runs on a pseudo-machine. A machine that can guess what I want to do. Much like Windows can't.
Irene KHAAAAAAN!
I can just see it. On arriving at a theatre, you're handed a license, and told that the beer isn't free. :-)
Sheesh, evil *and* a jerk. -- Jade
Shakespeare is dead! Netcraft confirms!
This just in - the US Congress today extended copyright protection back to "three business days before the Earth coalesced from the formless void", so the laywer representing the descendants of the Bard will be calling on these IP pirates and terrorists this afternoon with the mother of all cease-and-desist orders.
If Slashdot were chemistry it would look like this:Cadaverine
I bet it's best when presented in its original Klingon.
Macbeth:
Here upon the platform oil
I do hack and code and toil
free information for them all
yet I recieve naught but their gall
They shall rue they day of spite
When their trust becomes my might
"I only speak the truth"
Karma: null(Mostly affected by an unassigned variable)
The new iMacBeth, broght to you by MacOnLinux.
In stylish blood red colors.
Irene KHAAAAAAN!
"Could someone translate that to English for us?"
:)
You mean *from* English poetry into American prose, right?
I can see it now:
Yo! What's wit dis damn spot?
KFG
All the www's a stage,
And all the web designers and database admins merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one programmer in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the n00b,
Drooling and clicking on his brother's comp.
And then the whining freshman, with his pirated WinXP
And shining new imac, lugging his laptop
Unwillingly to class. And then the coder,
Cursing like furnace, with a woeful sigh
On the night of the deadline. Then a hacker,
Full of strange perl scripts and bearded like RMS,
Jealous in GNU/honor, sudden and quick in attacking M$,
Seeking the wizard reputation
Even in the economic downturn. And then the guru,
In fair round belly with long flowing hair,
With eyes severe and beard uncut,
Full of wise one-liners and modern programming paradigms;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful PDP11 code, well saved, now obsolete
On his rusting i686; and his quick nerdy keystrokes,
Falling again toward newbie typing speeds, null pointers
And unmatched parentheses in his code. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans keyboard, sans monitor, sans processor, sans everything.
Didn't get it? Read Shakespeare's original
... instead a millon monkeys on typewriters to reproduce all shakespeare books, all they need are penguins.
Use C, or not use C, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The flags and warnings of a rude compiler,
Or to take arms against a sea of errors,
And by debugging, fix them? To code, to hack,
No more; and by a hack to say we end
The type-check and the thousand other checks
Pascal is heir to, 'tis a compilation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To code, to hack;
To hack! perchance to test: ay, there's the rub;
For in that hacker's bliss what bugs may come,
When we have written out this awful code,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes development of such long life.
My notes credit this gem to Wes Munsil.
You cannot apply a technological solution to a sociological problem. (Edwards' Law)
RSS was kicked out of opening night for complaining that it wasn't called "GNU/MacBeth"
Tuus crepidae innexilis sunt.
"My lord, the queen is dead."
"fux0r!"