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You know, life would really be sweet.... If I could get paid to use my brain, instead of saving it all for my off-work hours lol. No if I new any companies in this burg that hire and train self-educating-geeks :\

If a function be advertised to return an error code in the event of difficulties, thou shalt check for that code, yea, even though the checks triple the size of thy code and produce aches in thy typing fingers, for if thou thinkest ``it cannot happen to me'', the gods shall surely punish thee for thy arrogance.
Thou shalt check the array bounds of all strings (indeed, all arrays), for surely where thou typest ``foo'' someone someday shall type ``supercalifragilisticexpialidocious''.
verily there be many, many ancient systems in the world, and it is the decree of the dreaded god Murphy that thy next employment just might be on one. While thou sleepest, he plotteth against thee. Awake and take care.
[Willie Nelson]
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did ride.
With sword and pistol by my side.
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade.
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five.
But I am still alive.
[Kris Kristofferson]
I was a sailor. I was born upon the tide.
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico.
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow.
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed.
But I am living still.
[Waylon Jennings]
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide.
Where steel and water did collide.
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado.
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound.
But I am still around.
[in unison]
I'll always be around, and around, and around, and around, and around.
[Johnny Cash]
I fly a starship across the Universe divide.
And when I reach the other side,
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again.
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain.
But I will remain.
And I'll be back
[in unison]
again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
-- title: Highwayman; written by: Jimmy Webb; performed by: Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash & Kris Kristofferson, "The Highwaymen"
think:
switch(choice) {
case PYTHON_ONLY:
// Python becomes my primary language
break;
case CPP_ONLY:
// C++ becomes my primary language
break;
case PYTHON_AND_CPP:
// use both side by side
break;
default:
goto think;
}
/* the header title, basically my user name */
div.header-title {
font-size: 23pt;
}
/* the sub title, what reads 'captains log' at this time of writing */
div.header-subtitle {
font-size: 18pt;
}
/* the nav menu above the header */
div.header-menu {
font-size: 9pt;
}
/* the thing that currently says 'recent entries' above the first entry */
div.body-title {
font-size: 14pt;
}
/* all of the sidebox titles use this class */
div.sideboxTitle {
font-size: 9pt;
}
/* posts summery list links and calendar numerals */
div.summeryList a, div.latestmonth-inactive, div.latestmonth-active {
font-size: 7.5pt;
}
/* my links list on the side bar,
*
* XXX I wanted this a little larger
*/
div.sideboxContent#systemlinks > div.listitem a {
font-size: 9pt;
}
/* entry header, e.g. date/time - subject */
div.entryHeader {
font-size: 11pt; /* XXX slightly larger */
}
/* the text of the actual entry -- larger text !*/
div.entryText, div.entryText a {
font-size: 12pt;
}
div.entryLinkbar ul > li > a {
font-size: 10pt;
}
$foobar = some value;
if ($foo_bar) {
... do something;
}
last pid: 2235; load averages: 2.04, 1.50, 1.00 up 0+01:08:22 03:52:09 86 processes: 4 running, 81 sleeping, 1 stopped CPU: 83.8% user, 0.0% nice, 16.2% system, 0.0% interrupt, 0.0% idle Mem: 298M Active, 18M Inact, 96M Wired, 12M Cache, 53M Buf, 1888K Free Swap: 860M Total, 100M Used, 760M Free, 11% Inuse PID USERNAME THR PRI NICE SIZE RES STATE TIME WCPU COMMAND 2195 Terry 30 44 0 387M 137M ucond 0:00 77.25% java 1498 Terry 1 99 0 715M 139M RUN 25:43 13.87% flock-bin 1358 root 1 44 0 119M 63776K select 1:56 0.00% Xorg 1403 Terry 1 45 0 18616K 4796K select 0:51 0.00% gkrellm 1504 Terry 1 0 0 715M 139M linuxf 0:19 0.00% flock-bin 1500 Terry 1 0 0 715M 139M linuxf 0:04 0.00% flock-bin 1499 Terry 1 44 0 715M 139M select 0:03 0.00% flock-bin 1477 Terry 1 44 0 30940K 6832K select 0:03 0.00% Terminal 1887 Terry 1 44 0 34752K 8020K select 0:02 0.00% xchat 1174 root 1 44 0 3264K 564K select 0:02 0.00% moused 1404 Terry 1 44 0 45900K 2944K select 0:01 0.00% pidgin 1402 Terry 1 44 0 14280K 2256K select 0:00 0.00% fbpanel 1509 Terry 1 0 0 715M 139M linuxf 0:00 0.00% flock-bin 1405 Terry 1 44 0 9080K 1340K select 0:00 0.00% blackbox 1515 Terry 1 0 0 715M 139M linuxf 0:00 0.00% flock-bin 1481 Terry 1 20 0 4640K 0K pause 0:00 0.00%1399 Terry 1 44 0 8172K 724K select 0:00 0.00% bbkeys
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old,
This knight so bold,
And o'er his heart a shadow,
Fell as he found,
No spot of ground,
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength,
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow;
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be,
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the mountains
Of the moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied,
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
-- Eldorado, Edgar Allan Poe, 1849.
Take yourself back to the days when everyone bought only CDs. Imagine what you'd have thought of a store that sold discs that might work on your CD player now, but weren't guaranteed to work on next year's models. Imagine that some required you to phone the music store on a regular basis to reassure them that you were the legitimate owner, and were that store to go under, all the CDs you bought from it would one day cease playing. And once you started buying music from this store, you found yourself locked into a system that discouraged you from buying from a rival store down the street. Why, you might think, would you have bought anything from a place like that? Well, if you're like millions of people in the UK, there's a strong chance you already have.
$ mkdir /dev/fs/P/bin # creates P:\bin
$ touch binmaker.sh && chmod +x binmaker.sh
$ vi binmaker.sh
#!/bin/sh
BINDIR=/dev/fs/P/bin
for CMD in `echo $PATH | sed 's/:/ /g' | awk '{ print $0 }'`
do
for EXE in `ls $CMD`; do
echo $EXE | grep -E '.*\.exe$' > /dev/null && \
ln -s ${CMD}/${EXE} ${BINDIR}/`echo $EXE | sed 's/\.exe$//g'` && echo "made link for: ${CMD}/$EXE"
done
done
$ ./binmaker.sh
.... # symlinks all foo.exe in $PATH to /dev/fs/P/bin/foo
U:\Terry> echo %PATH% > mypath.win
$ touch batmaker.sh && chmod +x batmaker.sh
$ vi batmaker.sh
#!/bin/sh
BINDIR=/dev/fs/P/bin
make_wrapper() {
[ -e $2 ] && return # file exists, no wrapper needed
local MYFILE=`basename $2`
cd $BINDIR && [ ! -e $MYFILE ] && touch $MYFILE
echo '#/bin/sh' >> $MYFILE
echo 'exec cmd /C "set PATH=`cat ~/mypath.win` && `basename $0`"' >> $MYFILE
echo "${BINDIR}/$MYFILE created"
}
for CMD in `echo $PATH | sed 's/:/ /g' | awk '{ print $0 }'`
do
for EXE in `ls $CMD`; do
echo $EXE | grep -E '.*\.bat$' > /dev/null && \
make_wrapper ${CMD}/${EXE} "${BINDIR}/`echo $EXE | sed 's/\.bat$//g'`"
done
done
$ ./batmaker.sh
... makes wrapper shell scripts in /dev/fs/P/bin/ for all foo.bat in $PATH
Terry@SAL1600-$ cat bin/irb #/bin/sh exec cmd /C "set PATH=`cat ~/mypath.win` && `basename $0`" Terry@SAL1600-$
$ vi .profile
export TERM HOME
USER=$USERNAME; export USER
SHELL="/dev/fs/P/Utilities/Services_For_UNIX/bin/ksh"; export SHELL
echo "Waiting for screen repaint...."
sleep 2
echo 'Korn power !!!'
ENV=${HOME}/.${USER}_shrc
case `uname -s` in
'FreeBSD') isFreeBSD=1
LSCOLORS='CxGxxxxxBxexExcxdx'; export LSCOLORS
;; # FreeBSD
'OpenBSD') isOpenBSD=1;;
'NetBSD') isNetBSD=1;;
'Linux') isLinux=1;;
'Unix') isUnix=1;;
'Interix') isUnix=1;isSFU=1;;
esac
Where do you spend most of your time on the web?
Live Journals Writer's Block
What does love mean to you, and why? Have you always felt this way?
Submitted By rynanne
Live Journals Writer's Block
You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time
You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run
You don't know what your power has done to me
I want to know if I'll heal inside
I can't go on with a holocaust about to happen
Seeing you laughing another time
You'll never know why your face has haunted me
My very soul has to bleed this time
Another hole in the wall of my inner defenses
Leaving me breathless, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run
Into the abyss will I run
You walk on like a woman in suffering
Won't even bother now to tell me why
You come alone, letting all of us savor the moment
Leaving me broken another time
You come on like a bloodstained hurricane
Leave me alone, let me be this time
You carry on like a holy man pushing redemption
I don't want to mention, the reason I know
That I am stricken and can't let you go
When the heart is cold, there's no hope, and we know
That I am crippled by all that you've done
Into the abyss will I run
Into the abyss will I run
I can't let you go
Yes I am stricken and can't let you go
-- Stricken, Disturbed
while work to do:
Sit and work --> all hell breaks loose
destroy(progress)
Sit and do nothing --> everyone stops going nuts
work to do += 1
;; loop forever in hell.
end
Well, Becky was a beauty from south Alabama.
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer.
Think he even did a little time in the slammer.
What was I thinkin'?
She snuck out one night an' met me by the front gate,
Her Daddy came out a-wavin' that 12-guage
We tore out the drive, he peppered my tailgate.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
By the County line, the cops were nippin' on our heels,
Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel.
Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield.
What was I thinkin'?
At the other side, she was hollerin': "Faster."
Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'.
Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
When a mountain of a man with a "Born To Kill" tattoo,
Tried to cut in, I knocked out his front tooth.
We ran outside, hood slidin' like Bo Duke.
What was I thinkin'?
I finally got her home at a half past two, later.
Daddy's in a long chair sittin' on the driveway,
Put it in park as he started my way.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Oh, what was I thinkin'?
Then she gave a "Come an' get me grin."
An' like a bullet, we were gone again.
'Cause I was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin' where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
What was I thinkin'?
I know what I was feelin', but what was I thinkin'?
-- Dierks Bentley - What Was I Thinkin' (Brett Beavers/Dierks Bentley/Deric Ruttan)
If you could create a hybrid of any two fruits in the world, what would they be and why? Describe this new fruit (its name, taste, color, ect.)
Submitted By mangostarrr
Live Journals Writer's Block
Marty: I'm not gonna buy your damn video!
Arnie: But the kids will love it...
Marty: My kids will hate it because they think your show sucks!
Arnie: [after a long pause] Oh.
Samuel Faulkner: Thanks anyway.
Arnie: Oh sure, no hard feelings okay?
Marty: Alright.
[He and Samuel walk away]
Arnie: Ah, ya cheap shit.
Marty: What did you say?
Arnie: Oh gee, I didn't say nothing mister, you must be hearing things. Bye bye, Arnie loves you. Ya penis-head.
Marty: Now I heard that!
Arnie: Heard what?
Marty: I heard what you said!
Arnie: I didn't say nothing... Ya fat ass pussy.