Monday, February 23, 2009

How To Rectify Tally 9.0 Memory Access Violation

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It's funny how words change. Some time ago, I was walking with headphones in your ears. Some kids Cross told me 'oh look, it has a walkman! "Is at this precise moment that struck me the victory without sharing the word player. I remember not so long ago, if you wanted to listen to music in the street, they put a cassette into his Walkman and presto! was gone, there was superbranché in the street with our pants superserré (it was the punk era if I remember correctly). Defenders of the French language * rose up and offered another word player. Complete failure, everyone has persisted in using walkman, you can not go against the will of the people. Ty and now not only 15 or 20 years later, the player is lifted from the devil while more vauvert nobody believed it gave a good right hook to the chin, a reverse kick that poor walkman, and the case was settled. What I do not know is why he brought with him the jeans superserré it could very well remain in the dustbin of history, there was very good.
Another issue to make the agenda of the next meeting of the club champions of the French language, the verb is cleaner. I wonder what has been going through the head of the guy who invented it, one. There was a verb clean, that was not bad, expressing the idea of just cleaning. Well no, there is a guy who wanted to be more-than-cool-me-you-die, which has said it was difficult to fashion (I almost wrote fashion), and clean it was not enough class, so he invented a neologism that is absolutely worthless. I do not invent, I heard several people use it, not necessarily people who know and who live in the same place. It reminds me a list that Léandri made in a volume of his encyclopedia of the absurd . This is a list of English words used in French, but that does not exist in English. Tennis does not exist, tennisplayer. Parking either, because it's park. Camping either, is I do not know what. Anyway will see, it's fun.
I'll finish with a remark that I made recently. Before, the sneakers were called tennis because of the popularity of the sport of the same name, I guess. And then, gradually, they were called basketball for the reasons you seek alone. Neither has won so far, it seems. Expect when the golf there will.



* I do not know why, I always imagine the "defenders of the French language" like old fogies, clad in black suits or uniforms, who lament about their moral values that go to hell -water. The strangest thing is that I do not need this fight, now I transform myself into an old fogy.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

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This beautiful new technologies, it allows a very large connecticude with a lot of people, thus I am sure, make the world better. Researchers are connected and exchange of information superimportantes to stop global warming in two weeks, intellectuals who talk of a more just world, traders are wondering if it is reasonable to earn so much money, ha no, actually, not them.
And there are others, more modestly, using new technologies to cop. I think before the internet, they landed in the street and asked who owned those beautiful eyes, or if it would not by chance have a coffee in a quiet bar, or if she would not ride a skate quickly for less fine. I do not know if it worked, but I had a discussion some time ago about this, and we came to the conclusion that yes, it should work. The first reason is that if this method is not as widespread. You tell me, the argument is specious, it can do something absurd by believing thoroughly, even if it was a tiny chance of winning the jackpot. I would say wait, I have not finished, I THE scientific argument. Imagine that out of 20 girls or women, only one is willing to yield to a courteous invitation yet clear, it is enough to make this sweeper snub to win 19 times to the twentieth. A little consistency would thus our sweeper.

These guys have not disappeared, they still exist, but they were retrained with new technology then, and specifically by Skype. I do not make me dredge myself, no, but I work in an office where a young girl I know had the crazy idea of their profile information on Skype, that is to say to his age and his photo. This seemingly innocuous action has awakened all minesweepers in the region. It happens every twenty-four hours without a variety of flirty friends lambda we talked about earlier are trying different tactics. It goes from "hello, how are you?" In "you feel like talking?" Through the "hey, you live in the same city as me, it's crazy, right?" The strangest thing is that the girl in question has since removed the information, and there is always to try the same attacks. Where I think it's surreal, it's that so I can understand being attracted by a stranger that crosses the street, as I have trouble understanding that someone who tries to seduce we know neither the face nor age, nor the intellectual level, or political orientation or the propensity to eat more sauerkraut than reason.
that, I leave you, I try to post more often, but you know what that is, work, social life, buvages blows, all that. Oh and inspiration too.