Das eez kaput! Sometime around 2002 I spaced the entire database table that mapped individual entries to categories. Such is life. What follows is a random sampling of entries that were associated with the category. Over time, the entries will be updated and then it will be even more confusing. Wander around, though, it's still a fun way to find stuff.
If I had to pick the biggest contribution XML has made to the world, this would be it - forcing people to learn the issues and start doing the right thing.
She gestured for the living room, phasing past what would've been the door to her mother's bedroom. She'd barely wireframed it, here, and there was no there there, no interriority. The living toom had its sketchy angles as well, and [furnished] she'd imported from a Playmobil system that predated her Sandbenders. Wonkily bit-mapped fish swam past monotonously around in a glass coffee table she'd built when she was nine. The trees through the front window were older still: perfectly cylindrical Crayola brown trunks, each supporting an acid-green cotton ball of undifferentiated foliage. If she looked at thee long enough, the Mumphalumphagus would appear outside, wanting to play, so she didn't.
She positioned herself on the Playmobil couch and looked at the programs sattered across the top of the coffee table. The Sandbenders system software looked an old-fashioned canvas water bag, a sort of canteen (she'd had to consult What Things Are, her icon dictionary, to figure that out). It was worn and spectacularly organic, with tiny beads of water bulging through the tight weave of fabric. If you got in super close you saw things reflected in the individual droplets: circuitry that like beadwork or the skin on a lizard's throat, a long empty beach under a gray sky, mountains in the rain, creek water over different colored stones. She loved Sandbenders; they were the best. THE SANDBENDER, OREGON, was screened faintly across the sweating canvas, a though it had almost faded away under a desert sun. SYSTEM 5.9. She had all the upgrades to 6.3. People said 6.4 was buggy.
-- William Gibson, Idoru
Which, taken together, pretty much sum up my feelings about all things virtual.The painter Philip Ernst, father of Max Ernst, when painting a picture of his garden omitted a tree which spoiled the composition and then, overcome with remorse at this offense against realism, cut down the tree.
-- Barbara Tuchman, The Proud Tower
metaWeblog
API methods play nicely with Movable Type. see also:
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This module attempts to simplify the task of converting one database create syntax to another through the use of Parsers (which understand the source format) and Producers (which understand the destination format).
Genevieve Bergeron, Helene Colgan, Nathalie Croteau, Barbara Daigneault, Anne-Marie Edward, Maud Haviernick, Barbara Maria Klucznick Widajewicz, Maryse Laganiere, Maryse Leclair, Anne-Marie Lemay, Sonia Pelletier, Michele Richard, Annie St-Arneault, Annie Turcotte.
Factotum \Fac*to"tum\, n.; pl. {Factotums} (-t?mz). [L., do everything; facere to do + totus all : cf. F. factotum. See {Fact}, and {Total}.] A person employed to do all kinds of work or business. --B. Jonson. web1913
factotum n : a servant employed to do a variety of jobs wn
Proper word for American football, as it is played more with hands than feet and the "ball" is melon-shaped, instead of being of proper spherical shape balls should be.
ex. Handmelon is a sport popular only in the United States.
mixture of terrible and horrible
ex. I feel so torrible today
Desideratum \De*sid`e*ra"tum\, n.; pl. {Desiderata}. [L., fr. desideratus, p. p. See {Desiderate}.] Anything desired; that of which the lack is felt; a want generally felt and acknowledge. web1913
desideratum n : something desired as a necessity; "the desiderata for a vacation are time and money" wn
Puerto Vallarta: The night before Easter. Tio Glenn is busy laying eggs for his annual Easter Egg Hunt. Edward King is trying to make an unnoticed eascape after a loud and unsuccessful coup of the El Dorado: Tio Glenn's favourite restaurant, fortress and castle. They meet at the corner of Pulpito and Ignacio Vallarta. King stands definantly atop his chariot, unaware of the chaos below, as Tio Glenn approaches in his pink bunny suit and matching pink Cadillac.Atleast, that's how I was told the story. The Road to Easter is Paved with Dead Bunnies , subtitled How Many Bunnies Does It Take to Pull a Dogsled? . Meanwhile, I found the Mars Needs Women cartoon I mentioned a couple weeks ago.
My initial reaction to this was something like abject horror. Then it occurred to me that the silver lining might be the possibility of having access to a sane database interface in PHP for the first time.