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Abhinav S wrote: "Never again."
To paraphrase Hegel[^] : The only thing men learn from history is that men learn nothing from history.
Unrequited desire is character building. OriginalGriff
I'm sitting here giving you a standing ovation - Len Goodman
modified 2-Jan-12 6:34am.
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Your link to Hegel[^] is broken! 
Cheers and a happy new year! 
"With sufficient thrust, pigs fly just fine."
Ross Callon, The Twelve Networking Truths, RFC1925
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Thanks, should be fixed now.
Unrequited desire is character building. OriginalGriff
I'm sitting here giving you a standing ovation - Len Goodman
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Well the title says it all... I was having that all night after a debugging session (bringing in outsourced code  ) which sounded like that http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1Gi7UtMAcU[^] only the cursing and swearing was in Greek (in a non Greek open space. Ya Sou!) 
Alberto Bar-Noy
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“The city’s central computer told you? R2D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer!”
(C3PO)
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You are not alone. I also often dream of code, especially if it is the code of one of the previous developers at our company. I curse in English, in an open space...
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Try foreign languages no one understands. It is funnier. At least the laughs defuse your... ermm... fuse .. 
Alberto Bar-Noy
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“The city’s central computer told you? R2D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer!”
(C3PO)
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A year ago I had a project asigned only to me. After the first 3 months, I dreamed each day I was configuring (and testing) the WCF parameters in my WCF Service. The most frustating part is that when I woke up I remembered the configurations made, but each time I was ready to test them (pressing F5 in VS), I woked up, so, I never found which configuration was correct :P
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Dreaming about the code is almost a standard, but I got a worse one...
Imagine waking up in the middle of night and going to toilet to take a leak.
I was standing there and was thinking what would happen if there was a breakpoint hit at this moment.
Would the stream just stop or would it "freeze" in the air until I would press the continue? 
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However disturbing this is ... it is getting a 5 
Alberto Bar-Noy
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“The city’s central computer told you? R2D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer!”
(C3PO)
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oh thank god, I thought I was the only one who's brain went to those weird places in normal daily life after long coding/debugging sessions! +5
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coding, Debugging, webdevelopment, Techsupport (working it), multiple dreams of working in restaraunts cooking ( usually involves what is fondly called a "white out" where there is just nothing but along line of orders. Also involves an empty restaraunt, so who know where the bills are coming from ), And lastly the odd video game. mostly the MMOs I've played.
The coding ones aren't as trumatizing as the cooking ones. the coding ones It's more like a continuation of me working without the compiling part.
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-Negative, I am a meat popsicle.
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Back in 1980, I was responsible for writing (and debugging) the kernel of a new multi-user / multi-tasking operating system. It was an absorbing task, at which I spent twelve to fourteen hours per day, six days a week, for a whole year. But such an immersion has its hazards.
In the middle of that period, I started to wake up in the middle of the night with ideas about improving the design. Most of the time, they proved silly in the morning light. But the dreams were vivid, and included all the necessary elements: me at the computer, the screen scrolling code past my eyes, and the "fine adjust" -- an old sledgehammer -- hanging on the wall behind my terminal.
(Yes, we used these things called terminals. Screen, keyboard, and 9600 baud serial interface. No mouse. Slow. Annoying. Controlled with strange "escape sequences." Believe me, you don't want to know more.)
The capstone of that series of dreams came with a truly useful idea, recognizably so upon the instant I woke. I grabbed for my bedside pad and pen, jotted it down, lay back and began to return to sleep in a warm fog of satisfaction...and then jerked up again and involuntarily shouted "Wait!" This woke my wife, who was not pleased.
"What was that about?" she said. I tried to brush it off, but she pressed me. "You had another of those programming dreams, didn't you?"
"Well, yes," I said.
"Was it upsetting?" she asked.
"No, not at all," I said. "In fact, I think it was useful."
"So why the shouting?" she asked.
"Well, I was about to go back to sleep," I said, "and as I started to drift off, I realized just in time that I'd forgotten to re-enable interrupts."
She shook her head in disbelief and went back to sleep.
(This message is programming you in ways you cannot detect. Be afraid.)
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5
Alberto Bar-Noy
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“The city’s central computer told you? R2D2, you know better than to trust a strange computer!”
(C3PO)
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That happens to me too sometimes. Always keep a pen + paper by the bed these days. I'm sure that if our clients / employers understood that we (often) don't just switch off at 5.00pm but do some of our most creative work in our sleep, we'd get a decent payrise... well, perhaps not.
I don't often dream in code these days, but years ago when working on IBM mainframes I sometimes dreamed in JCL. (Job Control Language). Now those were BORING dreams. (No verbs to speak of, for one thing!)
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Don't feel so bad. When I try to discuss how my day went and talk about code and design to my wife, she shuts down. Doesn't understand it. Makes for quiet time at the dinner table, and there after.
Yes, at one time, I do remember about dreaming about code, back in my assembly language and C days, how I can write a function better and design a module better. Since moving to OO, I have not had these dreams. (Are we going to become less productive?)
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Wives, except for the rare specimens that are engineers themselves, tend to be uninterested in the technicata that rules our lives. After all, it's got nothing to do with food, fashion, or Real Housewives of New Jersey.
In an interesting contrast, my wife will natter on endlessly about the smallest details of her work, which she finds fascinating (she's an accountant and financial planner). And I, who understand approximately nothing about her specialty, am obliged to listen raptly, or the best simulation of it I can manage, for as long as she cares to go on, on pain of having to eat dinner out of a can that evening!
Well, no one ever said life is supposed to be "fair," for any common value of "fair." But it would be nice if it were a wee bit better debugged.
(This message is programming you in ways you cannot detect. Be afraid.)
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Well, being one of those rare specimens - I have had the pleasure of dreaming in code, but applying it to something like cooking or something with my kid. Coding each step in the process of making meatloaf or completing a 6th grade science project is interesting to say the least. I still have the standard coding debugging dreams like most developers though. I hate the ones where you get stuck in a loop!
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Many years ago I had a dream where my girlfriend (sleeping beside me) was a database and I was an application... 
Now I often focus on a programming problem before I go to sleep. It helps me fall asleep and usually some good insights will be waiting for me when I wake up.
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I have woken up in the middle of the night whilst dreaming about the code I was working on, and come up with a method to solve the issue that was haunting me at work!
It was quite strange, jot it down, and then code it in a few hours later and see it work!
I prefer dreams like that, useful :P
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The worst is when you are sick with the flu... and you have one of those repeating dreams that you keep waking up from and as soon as you go back to sleep it restarts. a few months back I had one about some code I was working on, but it was more than just writing code... it was like classes where extensions of my body, I could feel them as part of me and there was this strange organic understanding of their purpose and how it all fit together but something did not jive. I had to keep juggling and reconfiguring things to achieve some sort of mental peace and hopefully end this uncomfortable nagging that was preventing me from regaining my sanity. And just as everything seemed to make sense I would wake up in confusion, unable to grasp what I just experienced... It made so much sense seconds ago... it was all perfectly clear... I was the program and I could feel its entirety running all at once, but once I woke the concept was completely alien. after a few minutes I would go back to sleep only to restart the whole process... each time starting with a confusing mess that I would slowly work into perfection, only to wake up again and restart every half hour, all night.
the next morning my girlfriend told me I was talking in my sleep the whole time, but she could not make sense of anything I was saying . . . I wish I had an audio recording of that...it would be quite entertaining to hear... I imagine I used the word if a lot.
As for mental breakthroughs in dreams... I've had my fare share of those too, the most I have ever learnt about painting was in a dream, and my most creative ideas and writing stem from concepts developed in dreams.
But the most mind blowing dream I have ever had ended with a brief interaction between my conscious and subconscious mind, It was like I had become aware of this whole part of my brain that I do not have access to and it winked back at me, confirming its presence. It was a very long vivid dream involving some sort of puzzling mystery (I don't remember the details) but there where all these tiny clues and I was scrambling to piece them together, it was like watching a movie, there was this big twist at the end and everything fell into place... it was so lifelike, but as I solved the situation I entered a lucid state and realised I am in a dream, then shuttered at the thought that I planned this whole thing out, I set up the clues, I knew where this was going, just not consciously, and at that moment, for a brief second it was as if the man behind the curtain had a little chuckle and patted me on the back to confirm my suspicion, there is more to my mind than I am aware of or have access to, and I woke.
It gave me a new perspective on life... but not much changed, every now and then I notice that part of me at work, but its usually after the fact, if only I could train myself to harness its insight before I make bad decisions, but I think it would just drive me insane... if I'm not already there.
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Last week a co-worker introduced me to the webcomic Abtruse Goose[^]...
I think it's pretty funny and it's probably the kind of humour a lot of people here can also appreciate.
Enjoy!
It's an OO world.
public class Naerling : Lazy<Person>{
public void DoWork(){ throw new NotImplementedException(); }
}
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Pretty much sums up my feelings about dancing. I am usually the wallflower until I get completely drunk, then I'm the pterodactyl.
Somebody in an online forum wrote: INTJs never really joke. They make a point. The joke is just a gift wrapper.
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The one that Howard Hughs tried to get off the ground?
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Mike Hankey wrote: The one that Howard Hughs tried to get off the ground?
He would have failed miserably getting it of the ground, considering it was a flying boat...
But he did get it off the water, but not for long though.
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That was the "Spruce Goose" (aka the H-4 Hercules[^])
Ideological Purity is no substitute for being able to stick your thumb down a pipe to stop the water
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