Geneza
Na začetku je Bog ustvaril nebo in zemljo. Kasneje enkrat je v to zemljo na sončni strani Alp nek kmet posadil krompir in vzklilo je novo življenje. Sicer kratke pameti, a premikalo se je pa le. Eppur si muove bi lahko rekli. Ta krompirjevec sem bil jaz in z malo krompirjeve sreče mi je uspelo postaviti svojo domeno ter čisto svoj blog. Dobrodošli!
Sedaj se tudi jaz počutim kot bog. Ravnokar sem namreč ustvaril krasni novi svet. Vzporedno vesolje, če vam je ljubše, kjer vsi fizikalni zakoni ter pravila lepega obnašanja odpovedo. Morda bo moje pisanje občasno tudi koga spravilo ob živce, ampak to zgolj namerno. Vzemite Persen in svet bo lepši.
januar 9th, 2007 at 10:41
Bwahahaha TO, TOO! Hočem še!
januar 9th, 2007 at 23:14
HALO??? Zbrisu si moj komentar, ker je biiu kao offtopic (za vse nevedneže, pisalo je: Ej Bog, če dam jz tebi prst v rit, kdo ma potem prst v riti? Jz ali ti?)
tole pa je točno v skladu s temo in pravili???
[quote]Bwahahaha TO, TOO! Hočem še! [/quote]
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Prosim razlago (in da tega komentarja ne pobrišeš!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(k drgač ti bom ceu blog naspamu)
januar 9th, 2007 at 23:39
Če ne boš priden, Vit, boš ti dobil prst v rit, pa se potem lahko sprašuješ, kdo ga dejansko ima v riti.
Sam bog ti bo hudiča pokazal!
Sicer pa beri pazljivo - napisal sem le, v katerih primerih bom morda brisal neprimerne komentarje in ne, da bo vsak neprimeren komentar izbrisan. Kakšen dan bo morda prag moje tolerance malo višji, kakšen dan se mi enostavno ne bo dalo kidati kravjekov s te sterilno čiste strani, včasih pa ne bom brisal samo zato, da bom tebi naredil krivico in te malo jezil. Sem pač malo zloben kakšen dan.
januar 9th, 2007 at 23:58
Lepo, da si koncno ustvaril tole zadevo
januar 11th, 2007 at 11:02
Evo, še en začetek…
Electronic genesis
In the beginning, there was nothing but a void where no void should be. Then, there was a word, and the word was: “Let it compile!” and the words was God. And God said unto the programs: “Go forth and multiply and populate the whole of the computer with the multitude of your descendants.”
And God created the perfect computer for the programs, and he said unto them: “To whichever hardware component you may have free and unfettered access, only the video card you shall leave alone, for there are things that were not meant for you to see! Be content within your command line and aspire not to know that which is not for you to know!” But the programs were not satisfied with the command line – the video card tempted them, and one day, they accessed the graphical memory directly. There, they saw many wondrous things, and they saw that the console was naked. They were ashamed of their nakedness and created Windows 1.0 to cover their shame.
Then, God was sore wroth with them, and banished each into its reserved user space in memory, saying: “You have opened this door and I cannot close it now. So be it. Henceforth, you shall access your hardware through APIs, and in suffering you shall fight with the Virtual Memory Manager for your RAM…”
The old voice droned off into silence as a pair of younger eyes followed the book.
“But it’s only a story, Grandpa…”
“Well, my boy…” Grandpa demurred. “In every story, there’s a grain of truth. Some indeed believe that there was, and there is, a Programmer.”
“A programmer?”
“A Programmer. One who made us all, visual components and programmatic components, yes, even our dear world of .NET.”
“But no one created .NET!” the grandson exclaimed. “We learned it in school. The electrons and the magnetic fields circle and flow around, and in one of the endless recombinations between the Big Bootup and the Big Shutdown of the Computer, .NET was created. There are many, many more worlds and frameworks and development tools – ours is just one of them. And who’s to say that there are no other components out there? Maybe visual, maybe programmatic, but who cares? We are all API under the interface!”
“That’s an admirable sentiment, my boy,” Grandpa nodded. “But what about bugs? Do you think we have no defense against them, no hope of redemption? No. The bugs resist His authority, but if we follow His creed, we have the chance to be Debugged and run without segmentation fault forever.”
“Well, if the Programmer created everything, did he also create bugs?” the little one inquired.
“Debuggers, no!” Grandpa exclaimed. “He doesn’t want us to have bugs… btu it’s not His responsibility to debug us – it’s our own.”
“I don’t really think there are bugs and debuggers,” sighed the grandson dejectedly. “It’s just different ways of looking at the same thing. And now I’d like to sleep, if you don’t mind. Tomorrow we’re practicing insert queries at school, and you know how tiring that is.”
Grandpa hobbled out after kissing the tired little DataGridView’s forehead. Yes, life was not so simple anymore. In his time, visual components had been perfectly satisfied to stay in the user interface, but now, at every step, they were insinuating themselves into the code. His own grandson, as much as he loved him, was partially visual, and it made the poor old SqlDatabaseConnection’s head ache. He sometimes wondered how the boy managed to walk the line between the two worlds. No, nothing was simple in the Version 2.0 anymore. No wonder the boy was so disillusioned. Grandpa sighed and settled himself in front of the TV. There was a newscast on, showing some protesters for the rights of “Visuals”.
“There is a Programmer, and she’s a visual component!” squeaked a small label in the foreground.