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I was going to post the same reply, word-for-word.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Went to see it tonight and enjoyed it a whole lot more than the new Star Wars film. I have to say, Ben Affleck was a revelation as Batman.
This space for rent
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your ERP vendor alter the REST API contract and does not inform you about changes well into the platform upgrade program and you only notice it by chance 4 days ahead of things suppose to go to production....
Long version : We are upgrading our ERP platform to their newer version with Grid architecture and all. They have three ways to call their APIs via COM dll, SOAP and REST. While COM dll and SOAP did not change the REST no longer send Exception but send as 200 OK response with details of error in Response in this new version. They did not inform about this change and just by chance I found out and I have seven different applications using REST to call various APIs and I have four days before this thing go to Production.... Now I will have few long nights or they better give explanation on why REST is changed and not SOAP and why there is no official communication...
If I know our ERP vendor well I know their response will be "we will talk to our developers but in the mean time you implement work around" and that will be the end of it....
Zen and the art of software maintenance : rm -rf *
Maths is like love : a simple idea but it can get complicated.
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You have my sympathy - having worked with an ERP vendor for the past year I have some idea of what they can get up to.
I think the SOLID[^] principles are a good way to look at where they have gone wrong.
To me it seems strange that they did not simply implement a new interface that returned either an exception or an OK response(The I in solid - the principle of many client interfaces).
They have also obviously broken the O in the SOLID principle (open for extension but closed for modification).
It may be worth feeding this back to them as what they have done sounds like very poor software engineering.
“That which can be asserted without evidence, can be dismissed without evidence.”
― Christopher Hitchens
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Did you realize that Pink Floyd (Sound) was founded just over FIFTY years ago?
I never thought about it until Gilmour's Rattle That Lock came out and he's 70!
Holy sh*t, I feel old right now.
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You are.
So are we here.
Rock on.
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With Alcor freezing and age extending technologies, BODY TRANSPLANTS PLANNED FOR 2017, the elite will live to be hundreds of years old while peasants are limited to 60-80 years and will not resist due to viewing them and their surveillance, police, military worship state as a god.
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I think you need to stay way from the Internet, for a while -- or at least delete all your current favourites and clear your cookie cache.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Alcor - I remember reading years ago that's where Walt Disney spends his time these days. I also read far more recently that to be a hoax.
Last time I read anything about Alcor, it was 50k just to do your head. That'd have to be 15 years ago now, I reckon.
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And you run and you run to catch up to the sun
But it's sinking, and racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way,
but you're older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death
-- Pink Floyd
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Dave Kreskowiak wrote: Holy sh*t, I feel old right now.
Hey, "feeling old" is way better than the alternative!
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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Feeling young?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Not feeling anything!
Anyway, you know what the say: "You're as old as the lady you feel"
Bad command or file name. Bad, bad command! Sit! Stay! Staaaay...
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OriginalGriff wrote: Not feeling anything! I'd settle for that.
Where's my robot body and jet pack?
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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They say that your only as old as the woman you feel (other sexual preferences are available at all good outlets) so, technically, I'm ageless!
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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Just sitting here with my 2 month old niece sleeping in my lap for the past hour. This is truly what life is all about.
Within you lies the power for good - Use it!
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If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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Absolutely!
Get me coffee and no one gets hurt!
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Amen! So why are you online?
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Life? Don't talk to me about life! The first twenty years was the worst. The second twenty years was the worst too. After that things went into a bit of a decline!
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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Yep, that is life, enjoy it as Long you can I failed to realize it, and that hurts.
modified 19-Jan-21 21:04pm.
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Indeed, these are the moments (I think) we (should) treasure the most.
Everything else we do that supports our ability to have these moments is a (very) distant second or third. It's interesting to look at the events which help us to realize this.
Enjoy life and help others to do the same - everything else is just smoke and mirrors at best or entirely irrelevant at worst.
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Stories like this just make me want to sing "It's a Wonderful World"
New Yorker "Excellent Sheep" March 26: [^]
Roneker was at the Bronx Equestrian Center, the temporary home for her sheep and one mischievous rooster, which had stowed away in the truck from the farm. She was preparing for the dress rehearsal, to take place that evening. The sheep, largely a mix of Dorset and Romanov breeds, brought their own costumes: six inches of fleece each. "Anybody that was shedding fleece didn’t come," Roneker said. Her own outfit: insulated Carhartt overalls and a varsity sweatshirt from Cornell, where she threw shot put, weight, discus, and hammer while studying agronomy.
... From the bleachers built at one end of the armory’s vast drill yard turned performance space, only a slight whiff of the barnyard betrayed the ovine presence. Then, just shy of an hour and a half into the piece—which features helium-powered zeppelins, wildly gyrating light installations, and a vast, ingeniously employed scrim—the sheep materialized, drumming hoofs first. They moved as one, in a swirling huddle, like a slow-moving satellite image of a tornado’s path. As a white blimp floated overhead, illuminated from within, an occasional sheep would raise its head to gaze at it in a way that seemed almost visionary.
For twenty minutes, the sheep circulated—an insomniac’s dream sequence—then disappeared as mysteriously as they had arrived. (No rattling bucket this time!) Loaded onto the trucks, they were ferried back to the Bronx."
«The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.» Soren Kierkegaard
modified 25-Mar-16 22:35pm.
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