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Is he not currently designing web ordering systems for Domino's pizza....
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DaveAuld wrote: Is he not currently designing web ordering systems for Domino's pizza....
No, I'd be consistently punching the face of the bloke designing their web ordering system.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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Yes, I thought that, I recalled you post from a week or so ago.
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OriginalGriff wrote: How you doing? Any work on the horizon yet?
No. I'm trying really hard to give an elephant and actually look. Everything I've looked over or gone for has an advert so specific you know they have the person already lined up.
You can't advertise for a home handyman and then describe a master builder who has dabled in building time machines and cold fusion reactors.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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Either that or they want to employ the Master Builder, but pay handyman rates...
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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OriginalGriff wrote: Either that or they want to employ the Master Builder, but pay handyman rates...
That is what I'm saying. The job title and brief description are exactly what I'm looking for and able to do. Then you read on and they actually want Jesus on a stick for $15-20.00 an hour.
Michael Martin
Australia
"I controlled my laughter and simple said "No,I am very busy,so I can't write any code for you". The moment they heard this all the smiling face turned into a sad looking face and one of them farted. So I had to leave the place as soon as possible."
- Mr.Prakash One Fine Saturday. 24/04/2004
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Or you find a job you can do with one hand tied behind your back and aren't even considered because you are over-qualified...
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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I just decided that is my new House Style?
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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So what your saying is tomorrow it will be yesterday in some places but today in others while possibly tomorrow in yet others, very confusing stuff this DOTD.
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It's all pretty simple if you read Dr. Dan Streetmentioner's "Time Traveler's Handbook of 1001 Tense Formations"
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
English doesn't borrow from other languages.
English follows other languages down dark alleys, knocks them over and goes through their pockets for loose grammar.
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Too funny had never heard of him or the book but;
Quote: However, the book is an exceptionally dull read,and most readers only get as far as the section on the Future Semiconditionally Modified Subinverted Subjunctive Intentional before giving up. Because of this, in later editions of the book all pages beyond this point have been left blank to save on printing costs.
it seems that at some point they re-add the pages to the book at which point people in the past can finish reading it or get an earlier edition whichever comes first!
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This is what I absolutely love about the interwebz.
No matter what you post, no matter how careful you are, someone, somewhere, can prove you wrong (or at least take a red hot shot at trying to)
Carry on
cheers,
Chris Maunder
The Code Project | Co-founder
Microsoft C++ MVP
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Someone stepped on a pedanthill.
Software Zen: delete this;
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Ok, so I did this on "Thursday" as a sarky poke at the current OTD them, and you decided to re-use it and expand it with the date.
Not clever. I'm afraid you must try harder or go find something to occupy yourself
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Not in China, it ain't.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Thanks, that was really useful.
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So never give anything a good review. Problem solved.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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So last week I posted questions about writing a book.
I started writing. I'm 8 pages into it, and I must say, I'm really enjoying it. At this point I'm trying to establish my writing style, but at the same time I'm developing the base story line.
It's a murder mystery, here's a sample:
That is until the accident. F*****drunks always live. Someone else always dies. He’d seen it time and again as a patrolman, arriving at the scene of early morning accident. Twisted metal fused with torn bodies. Fireman prying apart what was left of a car in vain hopes of rescuing a victim already gone, while on the side of the road some drunk stumbled down the white line, still alive.
But it was always someone else. Tough luck. Too bad for them, right? He could always go home and forget all about it. You can’t take horror of the streets home with you or you wouldn’t last very long. You have to leave it there. At first he felt guilty about feeling this way. He wanted to do something. To fix it. But he was a rookie then, and rookie cops all think they’re Superman and can save the world. So he’d make the arrest and write the report and go home for the night and forget all about it. And on weekends they’d sail.
That is until he got the call. This time was different. This time it was his wife in the twisted
wreck. This time, it was his life that changed. No leaving this one at work.
Margie had worked late that night. She had started at the firm 3 months earlier and had thrown herself into her work. Most nights she left at 6 and headed home, just down the 15 from Corona. They’d have dinner and watch a movie, or maybe go out. That night she had stayed late. She called him at 9:30 to say she was on the way. She never made it. A drunk had crossed the line and that was that. He’d got the call and driven to the scene, only to find what was left of her and her car covered in a yellow tarp. And his world collapsed.
So he had taken 3 months off, sitting in the dark in his house and searched for answers in bottles of Jack Daniels and Jameson and smoking cigarettes. 4 ½ years of a wonderful marriage to a wonderful woman – gone. The house was dark and meaningless without her. So he drank and slept, and drank some more. No answers came. Maybe there were none. She was his world, and now she, and his world, was gone. Each time he tried to move on, to get back to some semblance of happiness, his thoughts of Margie came back, and he descended down a dark tunnel into the depths of despair. The darkness crowded him, smothered him, like someone holding a pillow over his head. It was a scene out of a bad murder novel, and sometimes he hoped he died.
He lost his drive to work, or think, or live. He saw no point in getting off the couch, except for another drink. Sailing seemed so far way and so meaningless without her.
Now, the boat sat covered on the side of his house. He hadn’t taken in out since then. He’d considered selling it but himself he was too busy to deal with it, now that he was back to work. The truth, he knew, was that selling it meant leaving her, or the memory of her, as if to say, I’m over you now so I don’t need this boat any more. And he wasn’t ready for that. So the boat sat idle, baking in the hundred degree Temecula heat. Maybe, someday, he’ll take her out one more time.
I welcome your input.
If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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Kevin Marois wrote: I welcome your input.
Not enough curly braces?
It's okay. When you are done you can self-publish to Amazon which I just did. No idea if it'll do any good but worth a try.
Good luck and keep at it. I would suggest some creative writing classes - they really help.
"If you think it's expensive to hire a professional to do the job, wait until you hire an amateur." Red Adair.
Those who seek perfection will only find imperfection
nils illegitimus carborundum
me, me, me
me, in pictures
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Thank you.
Any thoughts on style, or story line?
If it's not broken, fix it until it is
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