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why couldn't making software be any easier and faster?
For the most part, that tends to make things worse. The best I can say is that, although there tend to be more bugs, they tend to be easier to find and fix.
In my opinion, the best balance is in using C.
INTERPRETING applications using a database to store information
That sounds like a rule-based system. I have had to work within one of those (for batch processing, not interactive), it did what it was supposed to do and worked fairly well, but it was slooooww and ungainly. Additionally, a whole set of tools was required to maintain the apps and there was no way to validate the logic of the apps. And in the end each rule had to be implemented in a regular programming language anyway so there was little to be gained. The goal was to have a small group of senior developers writing the rules and junior (or off-shore) developers assembling them into apps. I left after a year of that.
Which brings to mind -- could you write your OS within the OS? You can write a C compiler in C; you can write a whole OS in C. One can write a Universal Turing Machine. Could you write your interpreter in your new interpreted language? I fear not. Not to say that's a show-stopper, but something to consider.
But go ahead and do it, it sounds interesting, and as has been said, you'll probably learn quite a bit.
I am so high pressure and not happy now, this often happened after i called my mom.
Every time i called her, she always say something worry, like how many debt owe others, and my scanty salary.
I know this is not her fault, all the problem is existent， i think if she do not feed me, she will live better, i even hate myself now
i really do not know how to do...
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No presents here. Mrs. Wife and me prefer to buy things we'd like during the year although she has told me just as soon as I get another job I can buy some more Festool power tools which I've been after for a long time.
Kippers? We love 'em and have them quite a few times a year.
We had our Christmas Day meal yesterday as Mrs. W is on duty this afternoon so she's taking a couple of Sainsbury' quiches in as a bring-and-share with the other nurses. For me, it's home alone with leftovers. On days like this I sometimes wish we had a dog I could take for a walk.
"I do not have to forgive my enemies, I have had them all shot." — Ramón Maria Narváez (1800-68).
"I don't need to shoot my enemies, I don't have any." - Me (2012).
In theory I don't know, as we haven't opened them yet - herself is on duty 8-2 today and tomorrow so we'll open them after lunch, which has just gone in the oven.
In practice, I chose it, bought it, wrapped it and stuck it under the tree, so I am aware what it it is...Nexus 7 32Gb. Or it was when I wrapped it...if she were me I would have substituted the box content by now just to lull me into a false sense of security.
But she isn't that duplicitous. She just used to try everything short of an x-ray to work out what her presents were, so I took Extreme Measures to prevent her working them out. I think the worst was the gift-wrapped cardboard box that took half the fridge space, and which I insisted had to stay in there until she opened it on Xmas day. Contents? A Singing Lobster, similar to "Billy the Wide Mouth Bass"[^] She sent so long trying to work out what I would get her that needed to be kept cool that she never spotted the real present out in plain sight.
If you get an email telling you that you can catch Swine Flu from tinned pork then just delete it. It's Spam.
She just used to try everything short of an x-ray to work out what her presents
were, so I took Extreme Measures to prevent her working them out. I think the
worst was the gift-wrapped cardboard box that took half the fridge space, and
which I insisted had to stay in there until she opened it on Xmas day. Contents?
A Singing Lobster, similar to "Billy the Wide Mouth Bass"[^] She sent so long trying to work out what I
would get her that needed to be kept cool that she never spotted the real
present out in plain sight.
The balding scotsman got sonos wireless speakers! (as well as all the usual other stuff!)
Heading down to visit my parents in Brechin soon, other family will be there so usual chaos will begin. We have one daughter down, she has really bad lurgy. The other daughter just has a head cold and is so bunged up she thinks she's deaf and as a result of that she is almost shouting when she talks. Now considering they were both up from before 6, I am a tad deaf myself now!
Get the short drive (40 miles) out of the way and I'll be on the falling over juice
We had a dinner party at work, followed by a night of improv games (like "who's line is it anyway"). I got a couple of gift cards there.
Usually at work all I look forward to is the time off and the bonus check. However, this company doesn't give any 'standard' days off. You earn a certain amount each pay period and get to choose when to take them, and you don't have to take a preset holiday off. No word on a bonus check yet. It's my first year here, so I'm not even sure if they do them.
I don't celebrate christmas, so outside of work there is nothing to report.
Eibach adjustable sway bars
Ford Racing 2009 GT500 (leather-wrapped) steering wheel
Gentex auto-dimming mirror
OEM black-bezel halogen headlights
Bathroom reading material
New thermos (2X)
Trunk diddy bag
A leg lamp from the movie A Christmas Story (quite possibly my favorite gift of all). "FRAH-GEEL-AY! Must be Italian..." - LMRNAO!
".45 ACP - because shooting twice is just silly" - JSOP, 2010 ----- You can never have too much ammo - unless you're swimming, or on fire. - JSOP, 2010 ----- "Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997