Saturday, December 20, 2003

GLASTONBURY: A leathery old herbert speaks

Lordy! My mate Duncan has got a scanner and sent me this old pic of myself at Glastonbury '89. Aahhh memories.

I don't know why but I had decided it would be a good idea to buy a beret. Also note a Rizzla on the nose as improvised sun protection.

It was the wild west in those days. No coppers on the site and no cigarettes left by sunday morning. Bit different these days, what with all the kids on their phones...... moan moan.

"Oh shut up Richard you crusty old fool. Anyhow, shouldn't you be going to Glyndebourne?"

LOTUSSCRIPT: Sax Parsing for the nervous.

Here at Cheese International we are very keen on scanning applications. We need to know if they are using any code that will not work on the new server platform. This is vital, because if the applications don't work the new Wensleydale may not get to the shops for xmas.

I thought it would be a splendid idea to export the design of each application as DXL and then scan (using a SAX parser) for various offending items, like hardcoded server names and wintel specific stuff. It was all going swimmingly until someone noticed it wasn't exporting outlines. Blast!

After a quick post on notes.net it turns out only the outline headers are exported, but only in a raw format, and the outline entries don't appear at all.

So can you fully search a notes database using DXL? Nope, not yet. Close but no cigar.

Still the guys on notes net did alert me to the rather nifty DDSearch plug-in. This dosn't find outline entries either though ;-(

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

POCKETPC: Blogging on the move.....

On the train to Manchester. Blogging via ipaq, bluetooth, GPRS and Sony T610.

Harpenden
Luton
Market Harborough
Leicester
.....

Who says the Orient Express is the greatest train journey in the world?

I would have caught the Virgin service from Euston but they wanted 175 quid! You can get a weeks full board in Loret de Mar for that and have change for a donkey.


***** Postscript ********
The only thing you can't do is upload a file. The file upload control on the Blogger website does not appear to work in Pocket Internet Explorer. I had taken this picture of myself with the picture messaging on the T610 phone; bluetoothed it to the ipaq but could do nothing with it. I am now evaluating FTP utils for the PocketPC so I have the full mobile Blogging toolkit.

"Oh give it a rest Richard, your starting to sound like a total nerdo-odd-bod, stop now before it's too late man."

Oh I suppose your right. Beep.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

WEBSPHERE: Certification



My Certificate arrived today. Not in the post but via email as a PDF. Save the planet I suppose. Apparently this enables me to:

"provide a means of displaying your achievement to your co-workers, business associates and friends"

Could have done with a little badge though; a nice shiny one. It would have looked great alongside all my Lotus and Java ones. They look brilliant on my blazer. I have all my computer certifications down one side and my Airfix Modellers Badge on the other. Cool.

Monday, December 15, 2003

XMAS: This year's Xmas Song


Ok, feeling festive. Lets get the some xmas songs from the MP3 collection .. what's it going to be?

Slade: Merry Xmas Everybody No.
Do they Know its Xmas - Band Aid Oh god no.
All I want for xmas is you - Mariah Carey Absolutely not.
Marshmallow World - The Crystals Maybe.
Jingle Bells - Boney M For crying out loud.
Sleigh Ride - Boston Pops.mp3 Nah.
Grab Your Balls - Bob Rivers.mp3 Could be.
Step Into Xmas - Elton John.mp3 Ooo no.
Frosty the Snowman - The Ronnettes.mp3 Hmmmm.
Ring Out Solstice Bells - Jethro Tull.mp3 A Tull xmas song ? I don't think that would be wise.
In Duldi Jubilo - Mike Oldfield.mp3 Good Grief.
Simply Having a wonderful xmas time - Paul McCartney.mp3 <rather gnaw own hand off >.

Ahh.

Otis Redding: Merry Xmas, Baby ... .. . . . of course.

I feel mighty fine, y'all,
I got music on my radio,
Feel mighty fine, girl,
I got music on my radio,
I feel like I'm going to kiss you,
Standing beneath that mistletoe.

Santa came down the chimney,
Half past three, y'all,
Left all 'em good old presents,
For my baby and for me,
Merry Christmas, baby,
You sure did treat me nice,
You bought all the good old presents,
I love you baby, for the rest of my life.


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