I’ve just spent about 1/2 an hour tracking down a bug of the form
if(a = b)
{
/* ... */
}
Stupid Rich!
I’ve just spent about 1/2 an hour tracking down a bug of the form
if(a = b)
{
/* ... */
}
Stupid Rich!
Can someone who can work Dell’s website inform me how to go about configuring this system with RH Enterprise Linux WS as advertised? As soon as I hit ’select’ then ‘customise & buy’ the option goes away!
Note to geeks: The question I asked is not ‘do I want a machine with RHEL WS on?’.
God bless Bugzilla. Every so often activity in year and a half old bugs reminds you how hard it is to get trivial fixes applied to some projects :).
I am so stressed at the moment. I just want it to be this time next week :(
This is almost certainly -1, Old by now but a new Dell machine arrived here at work recently and when plugging the speakers in I was surprised to not that the only connection was via USB. Not only did these speakers power themselves over USB but they also has a little USB sound card in them. Now that is neat. Obviously they’re not going to win prizes for sound quality but as a cheap and cheerful solution I think that is great!
Today’s factoid:
The LEGO Group produce over 300 million miniature tyres each year. This makes it the largest tyre producer by number in the world.
Source: How stuff works.
And another in the (now fairly irregular) series of factoids.
When you cut yourself open a medical practitioner may with to stitch you back together with a suture. These are long, thin, tough, flexible fibres that are used for closing wounds. Nowadays these are made of synthetic materials but previously they were made of catgut.
Catgut is, as the name suggests, made from the intestines of animals but those animals are usually sheep or goat. The name is misleading as the suspected etymology is actually from the word kitgut (”violin string”), kit meaning “fiddle”.
Source: Wikipedia.
I woke up this morning with a really painful back of head/neck. It feels exactly as if someone had clonked me over the back of the head witha cricket bat or somesuch. I’m even beginning to halucinate a bump there. Now, unless Saf has been trying some kinky crap out on me during sleep, I can’t see exactly how I might’ve been struck with a bat between 1 and 9am this morning.
The only possibility is that I was abducted by aliens who used my head as the ball in an impromptu game of cricket. “Why?” you might ask. Well, they’re aliens aren’t they? They have weird social interaction rules.