Copacetic

Pretty cool png file listing the relationship between all the Linux distros (well certainly all the ones I’ve heard about, and some I haven’t).

Click to zoom.

If you ever wanted to know what the early eighties was like in Dublin this song by Paul Clery of the Blades covers all the bases perfectly.

Downmarket

In an unfamilar bed
In a unfamiliar room
There’s a throbbing in my head
I’ve succeeded I presume

Everything’s black and white and grey
Living from day to day to day
I suppose I can’t be choosy, when there’s not too many choices
With the problems of the nation
I’m not waiting at an airport
I’m not waiting at a station
I’m standing at a bustop, Downmarket, Downmarket

On a rainy afternoon
On a gambling machine
Same old jukebox, same old tune
It’s hard to break and old routine

Everything’s black and white and grey
Living from day to day to day
I suppose I can’t be choosy, when there’s not too many choices
With the problems of the nation
I’m not waiting at an airport
I’m not waiting at a station
I’m standing at a bustop, Downmarket, Downmarket

It’s a fatal resignation
When there’s nothing left to hope for
In a hopless situation

I’m not waiting at an airport
I’m not waiting at a station
I’m standing at a bustop, Downmarket, Downmarket

Paul Clery