This is slightly obscene.

Ted Leung wrote a positive review about Peter's and Oliver's book. Then came the entertaining comments. Here are two bits which made me giggle the most.

In no case should you be doing complex programming in a shell script!

Learning the POSIX standard shell is time well spent, IMO. Most shells implement it pretty well (e.g. bash, zsh, sh on most machines) and it's pretty powerful.

I accidentally read one of Adam Kessel's blog posts, and I paused to be annoyed. Neither vux nor randomplay have Audioscrobbler support.

Once there was a little androgyne named Brendan. He was knee-high to a hamster, long-haired, and full of zest for life. Sometimes he rhymed slow, sometimes he rhymed quick, and sometimes, at least in his opinion, he resembled in some ways a Chick-O-Stick, and did not resemble DeLorean, Gambino, or Gotti. A waitress concurred to some degree. Here is your vermouth on the rocks, ma'am, she said. When Brendan insisted that he was not a ma'am , she was terribly apologetic, but her pleas could not quell the tumult of his bruised and beaten ego. I am virile! he declared, and through will alone he set his mind in motion. He furrowed his brow and concentrated deeply, and, ever so slowly, his facial hair grew. After many breaks for food and sleep, he decided that his masterpiece was complete. He beat his chest and left his home to show everyone his pride and joy, his Mustache. You've got something on your lip, mister, said a young boy. Great success! exclaimed Brendan, for he had been identified as a mister . He was on top of the world, basking in his newfound masculinity. Stay away from my children! screamed a woman who had instantly deduced that he was a member of NAMBLA. Realizing that many people believed him to be a pederast, he decided to make an adjustment. Soon, he had cultivated a Van Dyke, and showed his face in public again. Nice goatee, ma'am! a teenager shouted. It's not a goatee! he replied, and walked on. Reflecting that he had been called ma'am again, he undid his pigtails. What came next was a series of men hitting on him. This will not do, he thought, and converted his Van Dyke to a goatee. When this caused an entirely different set of men to hit on him instead, he swallowed his pride and went to the supermarket to ask for some advice. I am not a homosexual, he explained to Miss Midwest Midnight Checkout Queen. I am manly, and I like the poontang and the boobies. What can I do to stop this unwanted attention? Shave, she said, and refused to acknowledge his protests. So he shaved and went to the bakery. I've got a sweet tooth, he explained, for licorice drops and jelly roll. I'm sorry, ma'am, the baker informed him, but we only sell lard bread and bran muffins here. Brendan let out a high-pitched scream and stormed out to play in traffic. His eye was caught by a sign advertising fortune telling services, and desperation drove him to go ask for a consultation. You will die unhappy, said the Gypsy Queen. Brendan recounted his trials and tribulations and asked her for advice. The Gypsy Queen informed him that he would be subject to additional charges for such, and he assented. Very well, she sighed. People will never respect you if you care what they think. Just be yourself, and if anyone complains about the way you are, or demands that you change to suit them, tell them to fuck off. That's wonderful advice! Brendan gushed. He gave her an enormous tip, and hurried out into the world to try out his new lifestyle. That guy sucks, people said. She doesn't care about anybody but herself. So they shunned him. He died an unhappy little androgyne.

They seem to have installed an ice rink in Bryant Park, he said. Are they lolling? I asked. They don't seem to be, he said. Not yet.

In most of the last few days, I've been completely into NKjoom5, a framework for developing web applications for the company I work for. This is based on the lastest version of Joomla, 1.0.3, and it tries to bring more ease of use to the final product, capable of understanding by all the guys working on the Mexico and Colombia local officies of the company.

 

In the meanwhile, I've ported most of the core code of Joomla into mysqli extension of PHP5 and most of the XML functionality is about to be ported with DOM and even XPath, all of this to bring more accessibility to the code and bring future to present :) MySQL 5, for production systems now, is also used, but I haven't played with it yet.

 

In the user management system, more work has to be done. We don't need more Authors, Editors, etc, user groups need to be defined.

 

This project excites me since I'm learning tons of things about PHP5 and Joomla, which happens to be a great framework content system, not only CMS. As soon as I have something releasable, I'll show it to the world.

 

Go watch the video here.

This reminds me of something.

Selling fresh mozzarella is illegal here. This means that I have to either make it myself, which would involve plunging my hands into scalding hot water, or procure it from someone flouting The Law. So, instead of being able to go to the local supermarket, one may experience conversations like this. How fresh are they? All fresh, mang. All fresh. Which are the freshest? All fresh. You want this one? Is that the freshest? They're all fresh. Fine. Then maybe he'll give you a discount on some smack. If it turns out that he's given you some bad cheese, there's no legitimate entity to complain to; you either suck it up and deal, or you oil up your sawed-off and go hunting.

What kind of crazy RHPS fiasco has a narrator?