If you read the patent text, you will find it is not a patent on XML itself. It is a patent on the method of encompassing multiple scripts inside an XML file. The scripts can be all written in the same language or different languages.
I think this may be used to change the way ASP works. It will allow you to use C# and javascript in one file and depending on the system configuration, it selects the correct script to run.
Damn, I wish patents had 2 sections to them, one for patent lawyers and the other for the rest of us to understand what the hell they are going on about.
I don't believe I am an idiot (open to discussion though:) ) but I find that the language used on the patents makes getting the idea in a logical way nearly impossible.
As a self confessed nerd, I have never been able to really get into all these science fiction novels that are mentioned on slashdot. I try reading them but never finish them as I find the stories trite on the most part. 2001 is the ultimate piece of science fiction for me. I also liked Robinson's Red Mars, Green Mars and Blue Mars.
Can anyone recommend an interesting and thought provoking piece of science fiction? The Locus list is 300 long and I want a narrower target than that.
Chess is a total mind game. However, there is also the other factor of 'sledging' (insulting) your opponent. No matter how hard you sledge your computer opponent, it will not react one bit.
Could be a good thing though, cos it won't leap over the table and punch you in the head.
I prefer to play chess with a friend whilst having a few drinks, makes the games much more relaxed and goes faster. Then you can bring in the added element of drink penalties for losing different pieces, losing your queen is a scull of what remains in your glass, but losing a pawn is just a sip.
Why do you believe that over a 5 match series the GrandMaster will win handily?
If ChessBrain refused some normal traps that computers normally fall for, then could it be the case that the computer is better than you realise. What if the drawn match was a bad one for the computer?
I would say it compares quite well. Still needs a bit of work making sure it is compatible to the platform but overall quite good. As always with anything new, give it some time to build some momentum and it will be all the better for it.
Mr. Praline : The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead!
Owner : Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline : All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Polly! Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you wake up, Mr. Polly Parrot... (owner hits the cage)
Owner : There, he moved!
Mr. Praline : No, he didn't, that was you pushing the cage!
Owner : I never!!
Mr. Praline : Yes, you did!
Owner : I never, never.... (He pulls the parrot out of the cage and screams into its ear.)
Mr. Praline : 'ELLO POLLAAAAAAAY! POLL-EE! POLLY PARROT! WAKE UP! (He bangs its head against the store counter, horribly hard.) TESTIIIING! TESTIIIING! THIS IS YOUR NINE-O' CLOCK ALARM CALL! (He does it again, harder.) POLL-EEEEEEE! (He tosses it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor. Longish pause.) Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
Owner : No, no.... No, he's stunned.
Mr. Praline : STUNNED?
Owner : Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline : Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.
Owner : Well, he's... he's, ah... probably pining for the fjords. (Praline looks angrily back and forth, stuttering.)
Mr. Praline : PININ' for the FJORDS? What kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
Owner : The Norwegian Blue prefers kippin' on its back! Remarkable bird, isn't it, guv, eh? Lovely plumage!
Mr. Praline : (coldly) Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there. (pause)
Owner : Well, of course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its little pecker, and VOOM!
Mr. Praline : "VOOM?" (Praline puts the cage down and take the parrot into his hands.)
Mr. Praline : Look matey, this parrot wouldn't "voom" if you put four thousand volts through it! It's bleedin' demised!
Owner : It's not! I-It's pining!
Mr. Praline : It's not pinin,' it's passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he would be pushing up the daisies! Its metabolical processes are of interest only to historians! It's hopped the twig! It's shuffled off this mortal coil! It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This.... is an EX-PARROT! (pause)
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All the GoatseText images around here should be enough to prove that conclusively.
If you read the patent text, you will find it is not a patent on XML itself. It is a patent on the method of encompassing multiple scripts inside an XML file. The scripts can be all written in the same language or different languages.
I think this may be used to change the way ASP works. It will allow you to use C# and javascript in one file and depending on the system configuration, it selects the correct script to run.
Damn, I wish patents had 2 sections to them, one for patent lawyers and the other for the rest of us to understand what the hell they are going on about.
:) ) but I find that the language used on the patents makes getting the idea in a logical way nearly impossible.
I don't believe I am an idiot (open to discussion though
The legal system isn't about the people anymore. It is about giving jobs to the scum of the earth and making them look important.
It is virtually impossible to go to court without legal counsel. It has been done, but you have to put a hell of a lot of work into it.
More like the wankiest wing on a super car of all time...
The best super cars are those without wings, McLaren F1 (not the LM edition), Ford GT40, Ferrari 250GTO...
Maserati aren't doing too bad these days. The 3200GT is a very nice car.
The Italians build cars as works of art, the french just plain screw around and come up with something resembling a car.
Sure having an Italian car means it always needs attention but at least it drives better than a dog on linoleum.
His nickname certainly fits the reality...
They don't call it 'Wife Beater' for nothing...
Sounds more like knitting to me...
It all depends on if you have zoom and instant replay on your TV. Replay it enough times and a nerd would get a hardon over that small glimpse...
As a self confessed nerd, I have never been able to really get into all these science fiction novels that are mentioned on slashdot. I try reading them but never finish them as I find the stories trite on the most part. 2001 is the ultimate piece of science fiction for me. I also liked Robinson's Red Mars, Green Mars and Blue Mars.
Can anyone recommend an interesting and thought provoking piece of science fiction? The Locus list is 300 long and I want a narrower target than that.
Chess is a total mind game. However, there is also the other factor of 'sledging' (insulting) your opponent. No matter how hard you sledge your computer opponent, it will not react one bit.
Could be a good thing though, cos it won't leap over the table and punch you in the head.
I prefer to play chess with a friend whilst having a few drinks, makes the games much more relaxed and goes faster. Then you can bring in the added element of drink penalties for losing different pieces, losing your queen is a scull of what remains in your glass, but losing a pawn is just a sip.
Why do you believe that over a 5 match series the GrandMaster will win handily?
If ChessBrain refused some normal traps that computers normally fall for, then could it be the case that the computer is better than you realise. What if the drawn match was a bad one for the computer?
I would say it compares quite well. Still needs a bit of work making sure it is compatible to the platform but overall quite good. As always with anything new, give it some time to build some momentum and it will be all the better for it.
Who really cares if Christians are terrified? :)
Christians are fairly intolerant of other religions, so why should we tolerate them?
I think it is called physical activity... :)
Could be a use for the IR port on your PDA, line up a couple of PDAs and set them against one another trying all sorts of automated hacking.
:)
Or just use it as a TV remote
Is that a penguin in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?
If you look at my URL, you will notice I am an Australian... I posted what is commonly called a joke.
Hello Bill. Welcome to /.
Don't hide behind the AC, we know it is you...
Do you have anything to stop the kangaroos too? :)
Mr. Praline : 'Ello. I wish to register a complaint. (The owner has his back to the register and does not respond.) Mr. Praline : 'Ello, Miss?
Owner : (turning around, very angry) What do you mean, "miss"?
Mr. Praline : I'm sorry, I have a cold. (The owner nods, understanding.) I wish to make a complaint!
Owner : (hurriedly) Sorry, we're closin' for lunch...!
Mr. Praline : Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot, what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
Owner : Oh yes, the, ah, the Norwegian Blue... What's, ah... W-what's wrong with it?
Mr. Praline : I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. It's dead, that's what's wrong with it.
Owner : No, no, 'e's ah... he's resting.
Mr. Praline : Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
Owner : No no, h-he's not dead, he's, he's restin'!
Mr. Praline : Restin'?
Owner : Y-yeah, restin.' Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, isn't it, eh? Beautiful plumage!
Mr. Praline : The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead!
Owner : Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
Mr. Praline : All right then, if he's resting, I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Polly! Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you wake up, Mr. Polly Parrot... (owner hits the cage)
Owner : There, he moved!
Mr. Praline : No, he didn't, that was you pushing the cage!
Owner : I never!!
Mr. Praline : Yes, you did!
Owner : I never, never.... (He pulls the parrot out of the cage and screams into its ear.)
Mr. Praline : 'ELLO POLLAAAAAAAY! POLL-EE! POLLY PARROT! WAKE UP! (He bangs its head against the store counter, horribly hard.) TESTIIIING! TESTIIIING! THIS IS YOUR NINE-O' CLOCK ALARM CALL! (He does it again, harder.) POLL-EEEEEEE!
(He tosses it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor. Longish pause.) Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
Owner : No, no.... No, he's stunned.
Mr. Praline : STUNNED?
Owner : Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
Mr. Praline : Look my lad, I've had just about enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I bought it not half an hour ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it being tired and shagged out after a long squawk.
Owner : Well, he's... he's, ah... probably pining for the fjords. (Praline looks angrily back and forth, stuttering.)
Mr. Praline : PININ' for the FJORDS? What kind of talk is that? Look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
Owner : The Norwegian Blue prefers kippin' on its back! Remarkable bird, isn't it, guv, eh? Lovely plumage!
Mr. Praline : (coldly) Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the first place was that it had been NAILED there. (pause)
Owner : Well, of course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its little pecker, and VOOM!
Mr. Praline : "VOOM?" (Praline puts the cage down and take the parrot into his hands.)
Mr. Praline : Look matey, this parrot wouldn't "voom" if you put four thousand volts through it! It's bleedin' demised!
Owner : It's not! I-It's pining!
Mr. Praline : It's not pinin,' it's passed on! This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he would be pushing up the daisies! Its metabolical processes are of interest only to historians! It's hopped the twig! It's shuffled off this mortal coil! It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This.... is an EX-PARROT! (pause)
May they all live long enough to have more sex than I do...
:)
That may not be really all that long you know... you are a nerd after all
Through all the mountains of guano and crab shells?