I forgot to ask, where did it all go Bong?
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I forgot to ask, where did it all go Bong?
Bong finally flung. Sad, but disruption catches up with everyone in the end, even the old disruptors.
In fact I'm not sure if the current rules implemented within CHIEFS (in ICL 4GL dating from the 70's) are fully documented.
But surely one of the selling points of ApplicationMaster was that it was self-documenting if used correctly?
I had to check the link
It's as racy as I get these days.
"It's COBOL I despise."
I'm comfortable with many languages and enjoy meeting the challenge of their specialisations and idiosyncrasies. It can be a joy getting an insight into the thought processes of our antecedents. I learned a huge respect for the designers of S3 when I had cause to revisit it recently. Each has its own quirks that can delight or infuriate, but each language was created for a purpose and the fun lies in using it for that purpose.
That being said, if the answer is VBA, you're asking the wrong question.
We were developers, what were they going to do?
Taking food and drink near any of the msnframe nodes in the computer hall, however, was utterly forbidden (unless you were an op and it was anywhere near Christmas - we’ve had BOFHs in our life ever since Knute was a lad).
Back in pre-history, Philips made a useful workstation system called Maestro, a mini-computer and desktop system that we used to make life easier for the mainframe developerr. We used them very effectively and were pleased when we upgraded to the new Maestro 9000 series, which had a lot of the functionality put into some slick and spendy (£3000 in 1990) keyboard units. You can see one stuck to the wall of the Starbug in Red Dwarf. They were well built, but sadly not environment sealed as we discovered when my desk neighbour over-exerted himself while trying to open a recalcitrant carton of orange juice and when the carton opened in a rapidly evolving failure mode dumped the contents into the keyboard/desktop computer unit. Orange juice and PCBs are not amicable companions. He was known as OJ for a long while after that, until the nickname acquired unfortunate connotations.
Elmer Fudd FTW.
Thank you for the pointers. For whatever reason it's a part of the country that I haven't really been to and has long been on my to-do list, along with Orford Ness.
I was working for EDS when they changed from a square surround for the "E" to a round one, because "e" was then the magic letter and making it round would be the panacea for all the company's woes. It was possibly the worst result of dropping a dodgy E that I ever saw.
But this one is beautiful.
Or trawl the eBazaars, the original machines are still working and widely available. Thanks the tin solder they still work as well as they ever did.
Okay... why single out the "millennials" when we've experienced stuttery computers for decades?
Quite right too. I've been writing slow software for decades. Sometimes it was even designed to be that way. "Can you slow down your output? It's backing up at the collector ..."
the legendary sense of humour that HMRC has*
When I was working for the Inland Revenue, the precursor to HMRC, we tried to book Ken Dodd to play our staff social club. His agent didn't think that this was a good idea, for some reason.
When I moved into my house last year I was surprised to find that the heating system had no thermostat control whatsoever. Fitting a similar device to this was a lot easier than chasing the walls to wire in a simpler thermostat. While I am instinctively averse to cloudy things in the home, I am actively repelled by unnecessary grief.
It certainly isn't, but as I came here to make the same gag I may be biased.
I've worked with those. Heck, I've been one of those.
In the cupboard he's hiding in?
We are certainly drifting into the arena of the unwell.
Au contraire, I suspect that it will end very well for someone but precisely who remains to be seen. I'm not betting against our hero though.
Our future lies in innovative jams and marmalades. It's the way forward.
We were having odd problems with a piece of client/server code that wrote state information from the desktop to an Access DB on the local office servers. Try as we might, we couldn't replicate it on the set up we had in our development office and nothing showed up on any of the logs that pulled from the servers or the desktops. I asked if we might be permitted an office visit, which was refused for months until the manager of the Lincoln office got sick and tired enough to authorise the budget for a two-dayer.
Having got to their office, suited and booted with our customer-facing faces on, we had little to do other than wait for things to go bang. As it was the first time that we as developers had been allowed near the end users we took the opportunity to ask them how they found the software. We learned that they didn't like it, but largely because it had been foisted on them and their training hadn't covered the bits that we'd put in to make their lives easier. We spend two working days giving impromptu training in our software and Windows 3.11 in general and having found the diagnostic data we needed, left an office much happier with life in general and our software in particular. The office manager sent a letter to our boss expressing her joy, we got a nice little bonus, lots of steers on where the next version needed to go to make the users even more happier, we'd had a jolly nice time in Lincoln with its wonderful pubs and all was well with with the world.
Two days later we got a phone call. A field tech had arrived and rebuilt their server and nothing worked any more. The customer had two offices in Lincoln with two different functions, thus two different server builds. Their server now had the wrong build on it, it was Friday and the field tech had buggered off. It took our support guys three days to sort it out. All that good PR washed away like tears in rain.
Am I the only to think that this sounds like stalking with a nice lunch thrown in?
But I may be biased.
Precisely the reason I went back to iOS and Apple. I liked Android and had good experiences with Samsung and HTC devices, but the patching was ... patchy.
I'm glad there's some love for Space 1999, but not as much as I'd hoped for. Kids these days ...
Never get out of the boat.
We didn't have a computer in school, but we did have a teletype and an acoustic coupler that allowed us access to the mainframe at the local polytechnic.
I think we've covered despoiled kit before. I've seen a few controller cards in machines that have come back from customer sites covered in enough crap to qualify as "scuzzy".
I remember a respected team leader telling a customer that SMTP stood for "Send Mail To People" and managing to keep a straight face.
You'd better watch out, you'd better beware,
Albert said that E = mc²
My new dev laptop for work will be Win10 only because Win7 has been withdrawn from the corporate build. Given the choice, I would not be adding to the Win10 growth stats. I've only ever seen Win10 before in the period between a new laptop arriving at home and a Linux being dropped onto it.
When I was a girl,
And my PC was a pup,
Over code and programs we'd stray.
Just a girl and her machine,
We were both full of fun,
We grew up together that way.
As the years fast did roll,
My PC, he grew old,
His eyes were fast growing dim.
And one day the doctor looked at me and said,
"I can do no more for him, Grace".
With hands that were trembling,
I picked up my gun,
And aimed it at the PCs faithful head.
I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run,
I wish they would shoot me instead.
It blinked its cursor and looked up at me,
And laid his keyboard on my knee.
I had struck the best friend a girl ever had,
I cried so I scarcely could see.
Old Shep, he has gone where the good PCs go
And no more with old Shep will I code.
But if PCs have a heaven, there's one thing I know,
Old Shep has a wonderful home.
Burn it with fire.
I enjoy a good counterfactual. I still wonder occasionally how the world would have looked if IBM and Apple had got Pink to the point where it was marketable.
I could have been worse. Imagine what the letter would have looked like if the more unhinged members of the government had wound up in charge.
The fans stopped screaming on the SQL Server 6 box after we moved from Win NT4 to Win 2K.
"Belgium, man - BELGIUM!".
Many years ago, in simpler, more direct times, we used to keep a cricket bat with "USER EDUCATION TOOL" magic markered on the back in large, angry letters.
Mine's the one with the lump of BluTack in the pocket.
No space though, presumably because that's how they do things.
Ah, space. The final frontier.
Well, for what very little it's worth, I can understand how this may have come about as I experienced an echo of the situation.
While working as a waitress in a West Midlands restaurant we were progressively hacked off by the behaviour of a recently arrived new restaurant manager, lately a bar steward on the Royal Yacht Britannia. After a couple of weeks, conversation revealed that the whole front of house staff and and the kitchen staff were sufficiently disgruntled to have sorted out other jobs or to be ready to walk and find something else rather than work another day. We looked ahead for the night in the next week with the most bookings (this was in the run up to Christmas) and on the last shift before that Saturday we all handed in our notices, with immediate effect indicating that we wouldn't be turning up again any time soon. Some times working in an effectively casualised industry has its advantages. This left him with a full restaurant, no staff and no chance of hiring anyone to cover that night at least. We were all in work fairly soon after and while I'm sure that he had a full staff fairly quickly, the restaurant was closed down during one of the busiest periods of the year.
So while it may not have got the point over to TOWF, I know that collective action like can happen and feels quite satisfying at the time.
I want this to be true as much as I would like to buy the teller one of these ->
Off the to of my head, I can't think of anything more disgusting than being in Assange's shoes.
Being female, I can imagine at least one worse thing about Assange than his shoes.
I remember my Dad taking my brother and I into the back garden and explaining how there were men walking on the moon as we looked at it. I still feel somewhat privileged to have been alive at a time when we did that sort of thing. Once more, the passing of a great man diminishes us.
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