"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

LO VOGLIO!

Lo voglio, lo voglio, lo voglio.
E prima che Heraclitus e il lupo si adirino perché è il terzo video di fila che posto e loro non li possono vedere, vado a spiegare. Si tratta di un giochino meraviglioso il cui obiettivo è colpire una stellina gialla con una pallina rosa. Tutto qui? Sì. Avrà una grafica eccezionale, direte. Ecco una schermata. E allora? E allora, ecco perché lo voglio: perché si gioca completando il disegno, con penna e touchscreen, creando passerelle, pesi, leve, perni, tutto ciò che può venire in mente per convincere le leggi della fisica a far muovere la maledettissima palla verso l’altrettanto maledetta stellina. Guardare il video per credere.

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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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5 Comments
  • babilonia61
    Posted at 18:22h, 19 December Reply

    Approfitto, leggendoti, per augurarti un Natale pieno di salute, serenità, pace, un Natale sentimentalmente amoroso, un Natale da non dimenticare.

    Felicità

    Rino.

  • impbianco
    Posted at 00:33h, 20 December Reply

    Bel gioco. Veramente. Mi ricordo che c’era un gioco molto vecchio,che aveva lo scopo di portare una palla da una parte all’altra dello schermo o di fare altre cose e dovevi usare un tot di cose,tipo palloncini,forbici,palline da tennis. Non ricordo il nome. Però era divertente!

    X-Bye

  • Damiani
    Posted at 15:16h, 20 December Reply

    ma ma ma…è stupendo!!!!

    I WANT IT TOO!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:32h, 22 December Reply

    Meraviglioso, vero? Ma nulla in confronto al programmino che sto scaricando adesso… coming soon.

  • Damiani
    Posted at 17:23h, 22 December Reply

    E dai!

    Dacci un’anticipazione!

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