Easy to use, hard to maintain, hard to scale.
It doesn't have to be that way, but it's easier (on the face of it) to just throw some code together and have an application up. It's harder to do the up-front work that makes a quality product, and PHP's target audience, new coders, won't generally do that worl or even know to do that work.
My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me ``Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named ``Sue.''
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me ``Sue.''
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: ``My name is `Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!!''
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but, to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: ``Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong.''
He said: ``Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you `Sue.'''
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I come away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
I should add, I use XP and the last time it BSOD'd was about a year ago. iTunes, of all things, was the culprit. The Apple engineers did get me a fix fairly quickly, however.
I have a big problem with the lack of real buttons - I much prefer having the feedback of an actual switch to depress. Touch sensitive devices rarely are the right sensitivity (to me, at least) to reject false 'clicks'.
Hopefully, they've managed to get it right, but I'm doubtful. For a company whose products depend so strongly on the mouse, Apple does seem to have a hard time getting that component right.
What's interesting is that the according to TFA, the study surveyed equal numbers of both men and women, but there is no sign of what the men thought about any question.
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Easy to use, hard to maintain, hard to scale. It doesn't have to be that way, but it's easier (on the face of it) to just throw some code together and have an application up. It's harder to do the up-front work that makes a quality product, and PHP's target audience, new coders, won't generally do that worl or even know to do that work.
You're not getting enough cannabinoids.
Apparently 'Editor' is largely an honorary title around here.
The 167 hour work week!
You have to make that "dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit" noise for it to work.
The purpose, ostensibly, is to be able to direct 911 calls.
It's the classic trade-off: Safety, or Freedom?
- by Johnny Cash:
My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me ``Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named ``Sue.''
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made me a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man that give me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me ``Sue.''
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: ``My name is `Sue!' How do you do! Now you gonna die!!''
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down but, to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: ``Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's that name that helped to make you strong.''
He said: ``Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you `Sue.'''
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I come away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
I should add, I use XP and the last time it BSOD'd was about a year ago. iTunes, of all things, was the culprit. The Apple engineers did get me a fix fairly quickly, however.
So, you aren't applying patches/hotfixes/service packs?
But it ws shrtr, nd u got th msg.
It was a honeypot.
Interesting that the dissenting board member was the one appointed by Clinton. The others were appointed by the current president.
I have a big problem with the lack of real buttons - I much prefer having the feedback of an actual switch to depress. Touch sensitive devices rarely are the right sensitivity (to me, at least) to reject false 'clicks'.
Hopefully, they've managed to get it right, but I'm doubtful. For a company whose products depend so strongly on the mouse, Apple does seem to have a hard time getting that component right.
Freud would love you.
Read the blog of 'ea_spouse' to see what life is like for many game developers.
What's interesting is that the according to TFA, the study surveyed equal numbers of both men and women, but there is no sign of what the men thought about any question.
Lies, damned lies and statistics after all...
From the article. But your version is more amusing.
dork = pointing out minute distinctions between 'geek' and 'nerd'
You don't derez, you spend two weeks in the hospital!
But this is /., so it would actually be:
"-0: Business as Usual"
While a musical interlude is always appreciated, I believe the word you are looking for is: voilà
- Mel Brooks
I thought it was transmogrify!
Well, it DOES bind the galaxy together...