Don't dis the innovative
Our future lies in innovative jams and marmalades. It's the way forward.
539 posts • joined 7 Oct 2008
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.
No word on the possibility of fitment to sharks?
I have a MBP to run commercial software that I don't want to/can't run under Linux, plus I quite like OSX .. errmm .. MacOS. I only use Windows when I'm being paid so to do.
What to do come replacement time if Apple continue on their present course is a question I have yet to address.
"So why do you need a four processor machine?"
"I've got poor circulation.The single processor one didn't keep my feet warm enough."
(The server lived under his desk).
I use the same approach, which has the benefit of being true, if not completely so. When asked if I don't use Windows at all, the entirely truthful response is, "Only if I'm being paid to". This tends to pre-empt the inevitable follow-up questions.
I really like New Mexico. Lovely state, lovely people. The desert gives you space to think.
Icon: Los Alamos.
I am pretty sure that I can find someone to write me an entirely truthful reference with evidence to show that I meet the criteria for this role.
Nothing wrong with a beige box. I'd quite like to be able to get my musical equipment in brushed champagne gold still.
I still feel a small twinge of nostalgia when I see a yellow Kodak sign on the side of a building.
Gove's endorsement is the end to any desire that I might have had to sport an Apple Watch. It's like Steve Coogan killing the Ford Probe with his Gareth Cheeseman character.
That looks like the sort of thing that I want for a work phone. Work have been trying to replace my Nokia 300 with WinPhone for some time but I've resisted as I need something that will hold charge for more than a day and survive an unscheduled trip below a suspended floor. My brave little Nokia will do that, make calls, send and receive texts and take a photo of the back of a server. Add a screwdriver and the ability to use it as a hammer and it would be my ideal work tool.
The article seems to be mocking the subject matter of a magazine because the author of the article finds it funny that someone might find detailed specialised information relating to something outside their experience necessary, relevant or even interesting. This seems to be an unfortunate angle to take on a website aimed at technical people.
I appreciate that El Reg has become increasingly tabloid of late, I wasn't aware that it was reaching for The Sun.
As soon as read the words, "Daley Thompson", I was mentally transported to the console of an arcade game in 1984 and memories of furiously pounding the buttons in the running events.
"You appear to be traveling up or down. Would you like help with that?"
"Have you ever considered the possibility of going sideways?". I tip my hat to Douglas Adams every time I get into a lift, or Happy Vertical People Transporter.
It's beginning to look like that MS wants all the home users to go use someone else's operating system
I thought that was the point of Vista? It certainly worked for me.
There are large organisations with WinXP still fulfilling their needs on the desktop. They might make the leap to Win10, but that remains to be seen.
During early-morning support calls I've often clung to the belief that most often it doesn't matter what decision you take, just that you take a decision. This mostly works. Mostly.
Use the machine until it dies, it kills itself or you kill it when it threatens you, then create a new version to serve you. Damn clever, these Tleilaxu.
The alternator on my Fiat Uno packed up, cause, I soon found out, by worn out brushes. Knowing this to be a simple job I noted down the part numbers and cycled to the Fiat dealer.
"Ah, yours will either have Bosch parts or Magneti Marelli. One is cheap, one one isn't. The Bosch one you can replace the brushes, the Marelli one is more of an assembly. Yours is Marelli - lets's look".
He loaded up the microfiche and started scanning.
"Ok ... ok ... not that one ... not that one ... here we are ... fucking hell, I wouldn't pay that".
£70 for the brush assembly. He pointed me to the man round the corner who did reconditioned alternators for £40 (exchange).
A good spares manager is priceless.
I was hoping that this article might shed light on the off predilection that the Japanese have for bridge/routers. I've seen some network designs from that way that caused some head scratching from a UK viewpoint.
I still haven't flown in a 747. I hope that I tick this box before they finally go out of service.
We're cloning eggs? This is all getting a worryingly Jurassic Park
Some years ago I wound up in a coma following a near-fatal medical emergency. Waking up in ITU from that connected to several machines going "ping" and with a central line hanging out of my neck was disorienting enough, I can't begin to imagine how it feel to to be wrenched back from an even more definite terminal event.
I've still got the listing for a B-Tree database that I wrote in 6502 assembler at college somewhere. And the screenscraper that I used to capture the passwords to the course tutors' accounts.
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