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It sounds like I need to get myself a copy of Bizarre too - page 22 has an "advert" for the Trumps.
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Hi Jez,
My name is Emma Shaw and I work for London Weekend Television on a
programme called "Nightlife" which takes an in depth look at what's going on in London. On reading your advert in Bizarre magazine I was interested in finding out more about the trading cards game, about what it entails and if you meet up with people. Any information you could send me about it would be great. I'm just researching items like this at the moment, so was basically interested in finding out more to see whether it may be something we would like to feature. You can email me on name.deleted@someisporother.com or give me a call on 0000 000 0000. Thanks in advance for your help and I'll look forward to hearing from you soon.
Best wishes,
Emma Shaw
LWT.
Hmmm, what to do? The trading cards game is obviously the Trumps, but I do get the feeling she's rather missed that it's a joke, is several years old, that I don't live in London and didn't put an advert in Bizarre. Bizarre are still running it on the front of their website, but that's their doing, not mine.
I did think about offering up Pete as he does live in the Big Smell, but he declined before I even asked.
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Oh Jez. The world of software development must be an angst filled place. All the frames I catch show you staring soul searchingly into the middle distance.
It is! It is! Observe the full horror for yourself on the Attic Cam
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At some point in the afternoon, Pete, Andrew and myself all managed to be sitting together and concentrating for long enough to have a conversation. Years back (1996?), Pete started publishing a comics review sheet called, imaginatively, TRS - The Review Sheet. As seems to be the way of successful self-published enterprises, it became something of a chimera and he let it go (1998?). Andrew, realising that TRS was important, revived it (renaming it, imaginatively, TRS2) and has been running it for the last couple of years. Once more, however, the burdens have begun to outweigh the pleasures, and he decided he couldn't continue to publish it. Perhaps rashly, I offered to take it on. At Caption on Saturday, we all sat down together and the hand over happened. The new TRS (called, imaginatively, TRS3) is mine until it drives me mad (literally mad on past evidence). Anybody want to volunteer now to take over in 2003?
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[added 20th Aug 2001]
Defined LexicalHandler and DeclHandler interfaces.
Change ContentHandler::getXXXHandler to return a pointer not a reference.
Jiggled various bits of setProperty and getProperty. It'll no doubt need reworking for a more compliant compiler.
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As a contractor, I obviously stand to one side of the company toings-and-froings, but I have found trying to work with the US office an annoying experience. While working away at my allotted tasks, I discovered a potentially catastrophic problem with some of the software. The US owned it, so I send them an email explaining what I discovered. In the time it took them to reply "how serious is this anyway?", I'd found the solution too. I told them I had a fix, it needs to go into the base product, and yet 6 weeks later no one has asked me for it. Now I'm not desperately upset that I'm being ignored, but I am disappointed. The software is shipping with a big bug in the middle of it, the fix is just waiting, and the people who can apply the fix don't seem to care.
M'colleagues John and John tell me that this is the way things are. They've been held at something more than arms length by the US for as long as they can remember. Over and over, they're asked the same questions about the work they're doing. Over and over, their attempts to release their software are skuppered. Not unnaturally, they've both become exasperated. Nobody likes to see their work ignored, after all. Recently, in what appeared to be a bridge building effort, they were both flown over to San Diego for a week of meet'n'greets. It didn't work - in the middle of the most important meeting of the week, the Vice-Prez of Marketing walked out because there was a basketball game on the telly that he absolutely had to go and watch.
John and John have both now resigned from Chrystal. The full-time UK development staff numbers are reduced to one, and a vast store of useful knowledge walks out of the company. (And away where I can't get at it. Makes my job harder, damn it!)
So the clouds gather. Maybe the US office doesn't mind that it's driving people away and carry on. Personally, I hope it'll spur some action somewhere. Perhaps I'll finish up with a whole load more work. Maybe, I'll get canned. At least the air will be clearer.
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Fixed a minor namespace handling bug in the SAX2 expat wrapper. Otherwise, it's looking good.
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I get to the bottom of the page.
I press the down arrow on my keyboard.
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The guy we got in to fit the boiler and what-not that needing do as part of having the kitchen redone turned out to be a bit of lemon. We had problem after problem, that he "just didn't understand why that should be", the most recent being that the new boiler he'd fitted didn't work.
An engineer arrived on Wednesday to look at it, and immediately announced he couldn't do anything without the plumber. Unable to get hold of him, the engineer left. Nat got pretty cross. Even I got annoyed. Nat gave him an earful when he eventually returned out phone calls on Wednesday night.
And this morning, in something of an anti-climax, it's finished. Another engineer arrived an quarter to eight this morning, and the plumber came round shortly after that. The engineer fixed the boiler in a under an hour, and it was done.
I feel a bit cheated. Everything else had been so fraught with problems, I'd been expecting at least another leak, possibly even a small flooding incident. But amazingly, it all seems to work, and we have hot water again for the first time in two months.
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Corrected throws (throw new is Java *not* C++!)
Everything compiles ok, but doesn't link. I've defined the static in the header files, so get multiple definitions. I knew it was wrong when I wrote it, but I've been doing so much Java recently it just didn't click.
None of this code is available from the website yet, but if you'd like to get hold of it, just email me.
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Against the proposition was Brian Appleyard, art critic of the Sunday Times, who seemed wholly unable to frame a convincing argument. He had played Myst for a few minutes, it seemed, but he had swiftly tired of it. Therefore, computer games as whole, he implied, weren't worthy of further consideration.
When the bloke he was debating with (who's name I didn't catch unfortunately) refused to buckle, Appleyard upped the anti with the but it isn't art argument. This is always a tricky line to persue, particularly when you opponent replies But I didn't claim computer games were art. They are, however, a major cultural influence and should, therefore, be covered in the papers.
Clearly tired of this pussyfooting around, Appleyard audibly drew himself up to his full height and delivered a devastating intellectual knock-out blow
When you play one of these games, you're following a story written by a software writer. Software writers arn't artists. There's some doubt as to whether they're human beings.
Yesterday morning's incident was unusual because it only involved speed and not a sudden lane change as well. It's six in the morning, and the M40 is pretty quiet. I'm in the outside lane overtaking a lorry, which in turn in overtaking another lorry. In the distance I can see a Mercedes S class approaching at some speed. It's pretty clear I won't have passed the lorry by the time it reaches us, but it's not showing any sign of slowing down.
In the end, the smartly suited driver leaves his braking so late I thought he was just going to run into the back of me. He had to brake so hard that his car began to submarine and veer about, one moment threatening to hit the central crash barrier, then next to run into the back end of the lorry. Suddenly, instead of lounging with one hand loosely on the wheel, he's sitting bolt upright grabbing it with both hands.
I tear my eyes away from the rear-view mirror, finish overtaking and pull back in. A few seconds later, the Merc driver emerges past the lorry, lounging again, and glares at me as he accelerates off into the distance. I feel pretty rattled. I've come pretty fucking close to being run off a virtually empty motorway, and there was nothing I could have done about it. The driver of the car who nearly hit me seems unruffled and has just charged off into the distance. The situation shouldn't have arisen and could have been avoided without this tossbag ever dipping below the legal speed limit. Madness.
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