An orange in an apple orchard
Building a better Video game.
or, a game that is a lot of fun, but doesn’t eventually piss me the heck off, due to lots of stupid bugs, that will probably still appear in the sequels sequel ^_^.
Of course, 3-5 clones would be helpful, along with 20 years of spare time lool.
Todays lunch is leftover meatballs, potatos, and a smothering of gravy, as the old timers call it.
One of the meatballs went flying, if the laws of physics were different, it would’ve rolled out the door with the dog in hot pursuit looool.
I dreamt that we were hold up in a house, there was about 4 XL-sized automatics on a table with a bushel of magazines, and a head on the wall…
Like anyone stuck in an RE like nightmare, take two, load up, and try and secure a parameter; bad idea. After a bit of a zombie filled encounter, it’s down to the last room… Stick my head in, looks clear; but 4 corner hole problem: move in and risk getting ambushed from 1-3 sides. Handed my brother one of the autos and told him to cover the remaining sectors. Spider sense tingling, but area secured without ambush… good. On the way back to the front of the building, we were ambushed by a strange ‘fusion’ of a Model 101, T-1001, and a Vampire like Zombie; put the thing down with a few mags of ammo. Then a 2nd one showed up, having expanded everything on the first, it was necessary to retreat and take the other set of automatics; ejecting the mags, dropping them on the table, “Slap in a fresh mag, and pull the slide back”, taking the other automatics and moving to head off the mutated terminator…. several retreats for reload and shouting “LOAD”, and no help what so ever lol.
Somehow this reminds me of a strange dream some years ago, about Aliens taking over a school; and ending up in a knife fight with an Alien Queen trying to break down the door; no help from anyone lol.
Somehow I wonder, if ever up a creek without a paddle, would anyone lift a darn finger to help?
src: http://www.heuse.com/cphumor.htm
Interviewer: “Is studying computer science the best way to prepare to be a programmer?”
Bill Gates: “No, the best way to prepare is to write programs, and to study great
programs that other people have written. In my case, I went to
the garbage cans at the Computer Science Center and I fished
out listings of their operating system.”
There are 10 types of people in this world.
Those who understand binary, and those who don’t.
DEBUGGING : Removing the needles from the haystack.
Endless Loop: n., see Loop, Endless.
Loop, Endless: n., see Endless Loop.
– Random Shack Data Processing Dictionary
“It is practically impossible to teach good programming style to students that have had prior exposure
to BASIC; as potential programmers they are mentally mutilated beyond hope of regeneration.”
-Dijkstra
“The three most dangerous things in the world are a programmer with a
soldering iron, a hardware type with a program patch and a user with an idea.”
– _The Wizardry Compiled_ by Rick Cook
“The primary purpose of the DATA statement is to give names to constants; instead of
referring to pi as 3.141592653589793 at every appearance, the variable PI can be given
that value with a DATA statement and used instead of the longer form of the constant.
This also simplifies modifying the program, should the value of pi change.”
– FORTRAN manual for Xerox computers
“C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot. C++ makes it
harder, but when you do, it blows away your whole leg.”
– Bjarne Stroustrup
“Programming graphics in X is like finding sqrt(pi) using Roman numerals.”
– Henry Spencer
“Never put off until run time what you can do at compile time.”
– David Gries, in “Compiler Construction for Digital Computers”, circa 1969.
BASIC programmers never die, they GOSUB and don’t RETURN.
Real programmers are surprised when the odometers in their cars don’t turn from 99,999 to 99,99A.
FORTRAN is not a language. It’s a way of turning a multi-million
dollar mainframe into a $50 programmable scientific calculator.
C is almost a real language. Even the name sounds like it’s gone through
an optimizing compiler. Get rid of all of those stupid brackets and we’ll talk.
Any sufficiently advanced bug is indistinguishable from a feature.
Programming is 10% science, 25% ingenuity and 65% getting the ingenuity to work with the science.
Science is to computer science as hydrodynamics is to plumbing.
We don’t really understand it, so we’ll give it to the programmers.
COBOL programmers understand why women hate periods.
Computer interfaces and user interfaces are as different as night and 1.
The human mind ordinarily operates at only ten 10% of its
capacity, the rest is overhead for the operating system.
A computer scientist is someone who fixes things that aren’t broken.
The computer is mightier than the pen, the sword, and usually the programmer.
Programming is an art form that fights back.
After a number of decimal places, who cares?
“Virtual” means never knowing where your next byte is coming from.
If at first you don’t succeed, you must be a programmer.
“It’s 5:50 a.m., Do you know where your stack pointer is?”
If God had intended humans to program, we would be born with serial I/O ports.
There are two ways to write error-free programs; only the third one works.
You never finish a program, you just stop working on it.
Deliver yesterday, code today, think tomorrow.
PL/1, “the fatal disease”, belongs more to the problem set than to the solution set.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of APL, I shall fear
no evil, for I can string six primitive monadic and dyadic operators together.
Programming is a lot like sex. One mistake and you could have to support it the rest of your life.
Another Glitch in the Call
(Sung to the tune of a Pink Floyd song)
–
We don’t need no indirection
We don’t need no flow control
No data typing or declarations
Did you leave the lists alone?
–
Hey! Hacker! Leave those lists alone!
–
Chorus:
All in all, it was, just a pure-LISP function call.
All in all, it was, just a pure-LISP function call.
You can’t make a program without broken egos.
What I really need is aerobic exercise, and a way to [re]build [lost] endurance but that is kind of a major problem lol. If I actually had something to work with in terms of raw materials, I could at least build a primitive exercise bike or a treadmill, or something… I used to love running.
As good as no space, virtually no money (that reminds me, family hasn’t paid back most of my life savings yet!!!!), and essentially no freedom to go anywhere, or do anything outside the rats nest of a home, without ‘business’ to attend too. So, basically I am totally screwed anyway you slice it. Light strength training is about the only option, and even doing that here is like pulling teeth. I have enough physical strength to do most things I’ve ever had to do; only failure I ever had was trying to move a UPS, that likely weighed more then I did at the time lol.
It feels like living in a freaking prison, but one with decent food… and not much else.
my room: ~112 square feet on a wall to wall basis, but effectively 100 square feet due to the design cutting down on the *habitable* volume of the room
my free space: 4 square feet of open carpet
I.e. my room is basically a square, but when you take in to account what passes as furniture and all of the crap I’m stuck living with; that gives me a 4 1/2 by 6 1/2 foot area, whenever I am not sitting on the bed.
Last night I was watching a movie called Carbine Williams, about the genius; after looking at the scenes of the “hole” he was thrown in, really made me glad that I at least get to stretch my legs. Unfortunately, my life at home is just as good as dead, for all practical intentions…
oy.
There are many roads to LiveJournal—how did you first hear about LJ?
Live Journals Writer’s Block
Although I am sure the page has changed a lot since August/September 2006, my first knowledge of Live Journal likely came through Wikipedia’s “Blog” page. I spent at least a month or so researching blogging, in order to see how it might be useful for replacing my hodge-podge of log files and scripts. Wikipedia and a bit of Googling The Fine Web allowed researching various blogging sites.
I rarely stick my neck out into something without first doing reconnaissance in depth. I guess when it comes to things I perceive as a big deal: I have inherited more of my parents collective meticulousness then dads spontaneity.
After completing recon and general thinkin’ and plannin’ operations, Live Journal appeared to be the most favorable site at the time; never have regretted the choice either. Much to my joy, Live Journal has managed to kill off the incalculable log files on various hard drives.
Memory: Day one, followed by the inevitable first task ten minutes later. Him, that was around the time I was struggling to apply C in my after-hours time. Wasn’t very smart at the time, just persistent lol.
dang gum it…. charting ones television viewing history just has to lead to those, “Oh **** was that really that far back?” moments, doesn’t it? I really am starting to remember just how old I am, and how much I’ve been through over the years.
I stopped charting when I hit ’97, oy. I more or less ‘gave up’ on TV around 2003 or so: got to tired of never getting to watch anything worth watching without so many countless interruptions, that it became more stressful then ‘relaxing’ to just watch TV.
Funny, in all the years that I was a couch potato (cica 1992-2003), I was always in good shape — ran everywhere like a bat out of hell; didn’t want to miss a thing. Since giving up on that life, I stopped running, and ended up working more — end result is that I lost all of my running endurance. I used to be able to run long, hard, and fast for as long as my body physically could stand it. Haha, I still remember a foot race from many years ago, everyone thought I didn’t stand a chance because I was the short kid in the group but I was on the long legged pack-leaders ass all the way; while everyone else was choking on our dust so to speak ^_^. (That, and [ab]using a rudimentary knowledge of physics to optimize my route for acceleration rate, hehehehe).
I also spent a lot of my time every day practicing: kept myself nimble and thinkin’ on my toes. That also disappeared soon after because I was working “all the time”, it really started to get hellish. If you could imagine working to be burning fuel, life moved past afterburning, and becoming equally a burned out, shit for brains dead on arrival as the entails: or as I usually state it more politely, “I have known everything from working 1 day a week, to working multiple shifts, with only 3 days off in a month”. Actually having exercise, and being able to *enjoy it* got replaced with be hammered into the mud and made miserable every day of my existence.
I used to be a couch potato, first class with honours; in recent years TV has just been so much background noise rather then an interest. More recently, I get a few hours of pleasurable programming every couple months or so but still not a lot of real TV watching, no where near what it used to be.
By looking back over the programming I used to watch, and framing it in perspective with their times in history: it also helps me recall what life was like ‘back then’, in more a progressive way. So…. what has really changed that differentiates life between then and now? Less interest in TV in general, less freedom to go/do as I please, less going out *period* (****!), less of family infighting making trouble, less of ‘ducking’ the waring factions schemes^, less time for… hmm, let’s just say I got retired early from some things.
WTF man, I think I actually had a better life as a couch potato: at least back then, I actually got to go out, and leave this hell hole, outside of working hours……
Life right now, makes me feel like living in prison: only without the guards and even fewer good points. I’m still miserable most days of my life, but hey…. at least as an up side, fairly often I get 2-3 days off a week.
most of which get spent trapped here, or being monopolized by self-serving family. I also fin dit somewhat depressing, when it becomes realtivly easy to equate peoples actions tot he scope of getting what they want;
Willow was trying to push me off the bed, and ended up basically sitting on my stomach and table, with her paws at the laptop, so I said…
“Are you going to write code for the computer Willow? Can I train you to program?”
She looked at me as if to say: what the F are you talking about, I’m just here for the attention xD xD xD
Honestly, in terms of expressing complex information: if mathematics was compared to programming languages, I can’t help but wonder: would it be the most expressive or just the most (lovingly) terse language?