The Mitochondrial Eve.
The Mitochondrial Eve.
Back then, the internet was a thing of trust and cooperation. We got an assigned port number the same way. Current problem: Our company changed over the decades, and I no longer have the email address that would identify me to the IANA as the one who requested that number reservation.
I had a number of occasions where Windows on my work PC f-ed up. None of the times, the windows “troubleshooting” wizard was anything but a waste of time before calling IT or digging into the problem myself.
Indeed I did. Not completly, as it started to dismantle itself (one leg was broken at the hips, and the arms were not much better), but of course I placed it into the recycling bin last, just before the pickup.
A life-sized cardboard skeleton. I bought it as a kind of “paper model kit” with a lot of little plastic and metal clips included, and it used some clever tricks to get all those bones into their proper shape. Intended as a training / learning aid for medical students, it was labeled with all the latin names of everything.
It experienced several outings and trips in it’s “lifetime”, always riding shotgun and waving to the people I overtook. It attended a math and a computer sciene lecture in university (I doubt it understood a single thing from it), enjoyed a day at the “beach” (properly attired with a speedo), and a number of Halloween acts.
It lived in my room for a good decade, moved into the study in my house later, but started falling apart and requiring repairs so it was retired to the paper recycling bin one day.
Very interesting technique to get the widths of the glyphs uniform without them looking ugly in most cases. OK, one can make it look bad if you know the “pain points” of the system, but in normal flowing texts, the fonts do look good.
Never, ever, book a location for a “Wedding”. Always book it for a “Family Event”.
European here: Driving manual for 35 years now. Yes, I think I can. Can’t cope with those automatic cars though.
I’m boykotting Canon and Birkenstock. The first for being total idiots, spurting “open source is theft of intellectual property!”, the second because I know the owner family (the son was in my class) and they are assholes that would make Trump proud.
I’ve read the documentation on that feature, and still don’t get over it. How can anyone with knowledge of computers be so dumb to even consider such an idea, lest implement it?
This feature is just a BIG flag waving “AbUsE mE!”
If you are starting from scratch, why do they limit the language selection?
No, you bought magazines back then which had pages and pages of printed source that you typed in. And hoped that you didn’t make mistakes. That’s actually why I learned debugging before I learned to code ;)
And this also was the way I earned the money for my second computer - I wrote about 50 games on my own for my first one, some of which I sold to such magazines by saving them on casette tapes with a modified casette recorder. I wrote so many games, they published them under aliases…
It was called “Water Carrier”. It was a simple labyrinth game that - because I had no way of saving it to a tape, disk, or similar - I had to type in line by line whenever I wanted to play it.
Yes, I’m a bit longer in the business than most of you.
If I would complain about any new language or environment I’d be dropped in, I’d probably in the loony bin by now.
Tell the team leader that you don’t know the language but are willing to learn, read the existing code which will give you a feel for the language, the project, and the local programming style, all in one go, and you should be fine. Imagine the backend was written in PL/I, Prolog, or LISP instead of just another ALGOL dialect ;-)
“all those COBOL developer jobs” nowadays probably fit in one bus. That’s why every company that can afford it moves away from COBOL.
It is not exactly sudden, it’s creeping for the last 20, 30 years.
Schaumzucker (German), literally “foam sugar”
Chocolate does not ask. Chocolate understands.
Counting down from 99 … 98 … 97 … Wake up after surgery.
A bank tried to sell me a pension fund contract. Luckily, I know my math and found out that it was so bad that I’d call it a scam.