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April 18, 2006

On Hair, not the musical & Robbie, the musical.

It’s almost a cathartic exercise.
There’s something about getting a really good haircut that beats any prescription filled out for a dosage of happy-happy-joy-joy.
While the scissor-happy pusherman snips, slashes and texturises, and chunks of you fall to the cutting room floor, you can’t help but feel that you’re letting go of old pretensions and hang-ups.
Remember that time you said that stupid thing you said? And when the whole world suddenly shrunk into itself, leaving you oblivious? Now see that single cubist curl, its darkness sharp against the tile, that was a piece of you when you said that stupid thing you said. And now its sheared, excised from the head that carried it, along with the heaviness of memory and the waste of regret.
Gone, along with the billions of skin cells you slough off daily. One month, and you’re brand new, on the outside. And a little on the inside too, if you take your vitamins.

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Robbie Williams. Live. Funny. Sexy. Self-Effacing. Charismatic. And So much stage presence, there’s probably still some residual Robbie down at Loftus from Monday evening’s performance. I take no shame in saying I sang along to everything I knew the words to. Some may say I sold myself to the other side, but let me tell you, damn, what a sweet deal it was.

March 29, 2006

by saaleha
in Electric Spaghetti
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An email from the Outer Limits…

The following email will prove that IT people should occupy their own genus in the biological classification table.

Subject: Supplier and depot lookup
Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2006 12:07:28 +0200

Attention!!!!!!The supplier and depot lookups have been changed. Dont
worry, your code WILL NOT BREAK!!!!

The supplier lookup now searches the depot table. The depot lookup (oddly enough) does the same. These two lookups will not be merged. The jsp for the supplier lookup will now display depot code as opposed to supplier code. If you look at the SupplierLookupAction, you will find that it still returns an object
of type Supp.

The Supp object will remain to be set on request as
LookupConstants.SUPPLIER_LOOKUP_RESULT. New!! The DepotBean object will be added to request as LookupConstants.SUPP_LOOKUP_DEPOT_BEAN for possible future use.

Please also note the following : Supp extends DepotBean Extends
SupplierBean

The depot lookup will look and work as normal. For now. A Depot object will be set on the request as LookupConstants.DEPOT_LOOKUP_RESULT. Note: Depot extends DepotWithContactsBean extends DepotBean extends SupplierBean

The sql for the loaders has altered slightly. If qrywrap is run it will
stuff up the loaders. I will then make it my lifes mission to hunt you down. You will not die, but you’ll certainly pray for death. To avoid blood being shed, a new set of loaders have been created. They are :

DepotByCompRegNoLoader2.java
DepotByCountryCdeLoader2.java
DepotByDepCdeLoader2.java
DepotByDepNameLoader2.java
DepotByPkLoader2.java
DepotBySuppCdeLoader2.java
DepotByTaxRefNoLoader2.java
DepotLoader2.java
SupplierLoader2.java

A principal supplier lookup which searches the supplier table will be added by later today.

Long story short : Your code will not break, your life will go on. (possibly at the expense of my sanity)

Any questions??PS : Have a nice day

March 7, 2006

on croissants and crunches

It was the muffle of squash-rubber being slammed against a wall; pock-bounce-pock-bounce-pock. And the warm aroma of subtle chlorine; like summer and the loveliness of floating. Seduction aural and olfactoral, I found myself with a 36 month Planet Fitness gym contract.
No random bourgeoisie phase this, but dire, dire necessity.
We’ve moved to new offices you see, and all it takes is a lift ride down to ground floor, a few inconsequential paces and before me lies satan in the forest (well, amid Jan Smuts traffic at least), Fournos Bakery. And that seduction of the senses is somewhat more headier, more base, more enticing. I know its just the home-sweet aroma of buttery rising dough and frisky yeast; those little unicellulars doing their darndest to deliver their destiny, which translates into me doing my darndest to deliver on my destiny, which is to sample every flake of pastry that was ever birthed in a Fournos oven.
So, in order to bring order to my universe, the force must be balanced and off to gym I go.
Where I have to undergo an initial assessment, the obvious simile: like a land mass before they begin construction. I’m required to hold what looks like an erstwhile PS2 control at arms-length, and press firmly with my palm and thumbs. Electrical impulses (of the no-buzz, no-fun kind) are transmitted through my body from this gameboy-poser, where their task is to report back to HQ with my fat cell census. Horror overtakes me. Hide little fat cells hide! We shall not be counted! Too late … I had visions of little michelin-men struggling to bend over to tie up the laces on dusty running shoes, suddenly being rugby-tackled by these svelte electrons.
I’m handed a print out of my results in bitter, stark toner. Reality smacked me on what the results indicated was a lardy rear, “Get a move on, Fatty, You’ve got some real work to do.”
Ah, the spirit is willing but the flesh, oh the flesh, is much much too weak.