Or the month, even. This is the body text of an email I received at work today, from a Russian email address and with a link to an online pharmacy. (This may be less interesting for non-programmers, Mom.)
I feel like I could beat Garry Kasparov at chess right now. The businesslike voice spoke to me.
Victor gestured expansively-at last. Occurs when a time marker is reached during path playback.
She had managed to save her valuable jewels and with the money had bought a hotel with a superb cafe. A path is a connected sequence of primitives drawn in succession to form a single polyline or polygon.
The of the top border. SourceForge tamze gde i novie versii ska4ivaesh.
Further MIFs are under development for network interface cards (NICs), printers, and other devices. Windows XP Theme 7.
I happened to take one last look back at the little wire loop on top, and it had slipped into the notch where I’d been trying to put it. I shall permit myself to advise you not to touch the umclidet again.
Not bothering with knife or fork, he made another roll of beef. NET provides its own role-based security.
I did not feel like attending a funeral. NET provides its own role-based security.
NET script engine is not running. He will go to the waterfall, where the river is so joyful that even the gloomiest people cannot but smile looking at how merrily it jumps.
You didn’t say if the crash happens with the integrated debugger or with Codeview for Windows, or both. The folks at Impi will build and support customized desktop systems.
NET product readme, Visual Studio. For the great bulk of both the procedure and the main program, our existing constructs take care of the code to be generated.
NET server control to which the object belongs. So, it seems best to just side step the whole issue and pass file names to the dll instead.
Well, truth be told, John Daly isn’t on my list.
But I do enjoy the soap opera.
In the latest episode, John shows up at the golf tournament and plays the first round even par through 11 holes, triple-bogeys number 12 to go +3, birdies the next five in a row to get to -2 and briefly lead the tournament, and finishes up with a ho-hum even-par round that leaves him three strokes out of the lead.
The next day, he shows up with red slash marks on his cheeks after being attacked by his steak-knife-wielding wife. The blood dripping down his cheeks matches Maxfli’s red “Fire” logo on his visor.
He follows the first-round 70 with rounds of 74, 75 and 79 to secure a finish alone in 79th place, 31 strokes off the pace. When the final putt drops, he leads the tournament in penalty strokes with 10 total. You can’t make this stuff up.
I found the photo shown here on an unrelated Fox News article.
I thought I’d be almost home by now. But corp travel booked my revised return flight for Sunday instead of Saturday, and all the flights today are full of fleeing TechEd attendees. So I have a room at the airport Hyatt. At least it’s a very high-speed internet connection, so I could spend some time with Megan in Second Life. She got me new skin, with chest hair. And some racy new underwear. What a woman.
Should be in Seattle by noon tomorrow …
For some strange reason, I woke up this morning with a pocket full of business cards, two colored bands around my wrist, and a splitting headache. But I didn’t hurl, so Ted you don’t have to give Polly that humungous bonus.
I just finished a presentation at the RD summit here in Orlando, where I arrived from Africa a few hours ago. It was a 17.5-hour flight from Johannesburg to Atlanta, with a 1-hour refueling stop in Dakar, Senegal. Megan and I enjoyed the security sweep in Dakar, and now she’s headed for home while I settle in for a geek week in the sun.
This photo is taken outside my hotel room. Let’s just say this place is different from the hotels I’ve stayed at on most of my business trips lately. Disney World is so close you can feel it in the air.
And speaking of hotels, here’s an email I just sent to the editor of Time Magazine …
As a frequent business traveler, I often find overbearing hotel staff tedious. So on the long flight yesterday from Johannesburg to Atlanta, I was pleased to come across your article on Andrew Cosslett, the man who transformed Intercontinental. His thoughts on hotel service for business travelers were refreshing, such as “Why do we play The Girl from Impanema when no one in the bar is over the age of 40? Why do we have to tow that pianist out?”
Just 24 hours earlier, I had found myself listening to the piano player in the bar of my hotel playing Girl from Impanema. The hotel: Johannesburg’s Intercontinental Palazzo. Transform away, Mr. Cosslett.
Doug Mahugh
Seattle, WA
Megan visited Soweto yesterday while I was working, but she was gracious enough to go back this afternoon with me so that I could live out my Kevin Carter fantasy.
We hired a car from a tour agency (by not going through the hotel it was a lot cheaper), and we had a driver and guide who are both life-long Soweto residents. All the best pictures got away, as always happens, but here are 50 I liked.
There are lots of stories that go with some of these, but if you know much about the history of apartheid you know all of that. It was cool to finally see this place I’ve heard so much about. It would have been interesting to stop for a drink somewhere, but we were with the wrong guys for that. Maybe next time. (Yes, Thabo, that’s a hint.)
