Oh, so you’re not using Eclipse… Dude, get Eclipse. Either Juno or Indigo should suit you.
That’s one of the things I LOVE about Python. That proper indentation and formatting are actually part of the code and it fails without it. It forces people to write properly readable code.
The shit I have to go through with other people’s code… you have no idea. Sometimes it’s easier to just rewrite stuff than to try to understand what they did.
Java is great, it’s hugely resourceful. Also because it’s so widely acceptable it’s a must learn language. Tons of technology built on top of it too. If you can code in java, you can for example write for android, any of the google stuff like gwt, even apple stuff.
Current client is a really old company that has massive amounts of code written in acucubol. So they want to rewrite everything in something modern. So why not make a nice little web app with jQuery/AJAX and PHP or python on server side… no we want ruby! :hanged:
See, that’s the thing. All you’ve got is my words here. But…why would I talk about the mundane parts of my day here? Why would I talk about the workings of what I do, in a dry, boring way here in this thread? It’s more fun to just post the fun stuff, but the result is that you end up seeing me as a care free, or careless person who just lives for pleasure.
Now, I do enjoy a great deal of pleasure in my life. But, I also sleep no more than 4 or 5 hours a day, I take about 50-100 calls a day, I function with brutal efficiency in real life and I command just about everything in my life like an iron fisted general. I’m a very, very serious person when it comes to things besides getting laid on balconies and being a bit drunk. But what fun is it to describe those kinds of things? Who wants to hear that stuff? You know I’ve studied like…every kind of philosophy there is? Do you know that I’ve been an entrepreneur since I was a teenager? Did you know that there is a group of people who wake up and go to bed every day making sure that my standards are met for the endeavors that we combine our efforts toward? Or that I’m so charitable that I can’t even calculate how much I’ve given away and done for others?
I mean, just this weekend, I went to see a friend in FL, and we wanted to go to a beach. She’s just moved there and only knows this couple, a pair of schoolteachers. So they don’t have a lot of money. So instead of me and her taking off to the beach and staying in this bomb resort and leaving her friends at home. I just booked another room for this couple to have a nice weekend away, and I bought everyone’s shit the whole time. King crab legs, steaks, calamari, wine, the whole shit. They’ve never even met me. I just know that they work hard, and that they don’t have shit, and that a couple hundred bucks to them…is huge.
There’s a guy I know who has cancer, and for all intents and purposes is unemployable, (for a variety of reasons), over the last 2 years, I’ve made it the case that he can afford his treatments. He’s my neighbor. I used to work with him at a restaurant years ago. He’s had 25 surgeries to remove melanomas and on top of that, I’ve got him kayaking and getting out and enjoying himself. He feels like there’s hope in his life because of me.
There’s a couple that I know who I also used to work with. They’ve been together since they were teenagers and are now mid to late 20s. They’ve wanted a baby for a long time, but they kept having miscarriages. Through a complex sequence of events, which happened because I willed it to be, they were able to get fertility treatments and now have a beautiful 6 month old daughter.
I had another friend who’s husband took off last year and when he did, she lost her job at his parent’s real estate firm. So she’s struggling to take care of her daughter and has to work way too much. So twice in 12 months, I’ve funded vacations for her. In December we went snowmobiling and partied all over Denver. I flew her up and paid for everything. 2 weeks from now we’re going to Cozumel.
I could go on and on, but this is the story of my life. Everyone who’s ever met me in person has benefitted from doing so. I’ve always been much better at making money than most people, even when I was a kid. And at a certain point, you’ve just spoiled yourself to pieces and you don’t give much of a shit about buying anymore stuff. I mean. I could get online and try and shop right now and there’s literally nothing that I need. All my stuff in my house is the bomb. From the pots and pans to the wool rugs, to the extra thick sheets and towels, to the organic fruit to the grass fed steaks to the 14 pair of shoes to the 60 inch tv to the surround sound to the king sized 14 inch thick mattress. I could go on and on. I live really well. So at a certain point, you’ve got all this cash and nothing to do with it, so you can get pleasure out of doing nice things for others. And I don’t mean like buying dinner, but like something that can really change their lives.
I haven’t been drunk in a really long time. I got into brewing beer and there’s so much of it just sitting around here. The last 2 batches I made, I didn’t even drink a single one. I tried em, but didn’t finish em. I just give em all away because people think it’s cool to drink beer that someone made.
That being said…I’m far from an idealist, and I don’t subscribe to any isms or ists. When you know as much about the world, and people, and philosophy as I do, you just kind of sit back and observe, and you try and get yourself a real comfy seat.
I mean people think I’m bragging about money and weed and sex, but I’m not. I’m just telling people what I’m doing. If I were to start bragging, everyone would feel like assholes. I’m probably one of the nicest and most generous people you’d ever meet, and I’m loved by a whole lot of people because of it. I mean…just the people I’ve bailed out of jail alone. I bought a guy tires the other day. He’d been doing me a favor here and there and came in bitching about money, and I was like, “dude I can’t have you trying to help me out and you be riding around in need of a tire”. This fool was about to go and get 1 used tire and I just sent him to get new ones.
I could be wrong though. There’s haters of all kinds. I’m sure there’s people out there who would still think I was an asshole no matter what I did. That’s just how some people like to think. I can’t change em.
In the last 3 months, I took a guy that was living in a weekly motel, and by helping him in unspecifiable ways, he now lives in a house of his own. It’s a rental, but he lives there and doesn’t worry about money anymore.
I also anonymously donate heaps of cash to 2 local charities. One of em takes people who are mentally handicapped and increases their quality of life. The other does the same thing for the homeless.
And I make a lot of this cash by being an iron fisted, calculating, sometimes horrible son of a bitch, but the people who give it to me make more than I do.
I’m probably meaner and nastier than any boss or professor you could imagine, but in the end it’s for the greater good.
I could instead of bragging about this or that, just brag about the fact that I have this presence about me, a calm intensity that people notice within minutes of meeting me. Since I was a kid, the vast majority of people who know me have always considered me to be one of the most intelligent people they’ve ever met. I have a very large group of real friends, (not the facebook kind, but the kind who’d bail you out of jail), and amongst that circle, I’m the guru that they all come to for advice on any subject whatsoever. When I find myself in a position of negotiation, I always know the outcome before the other party even knows there’s a negotiation. I’m very crafty and very hard to pin down, back into a corner, or disagree with in any serious conversation. It’s not just the hedonistic stuff about my penis and smoking weed and all that that contributes to my amazingness, but real, substantive things, and a great number of intangible qualities that are apparent to those who meet me.
The most shocking one of all? Almost everyone in my real life thinks of me as being a remarkably modest person. I know right? Think about what kind of person you’d have to be to where even though you know you’re way ahead of the game almost all the time, you still do the right thing and come off as modest? Almost anyone with my intellect and my abilities in the world would act in person like the dickhead that I act like on ILP, but I don’t. I just do it here.
Today at work the tiniest hummingbird found itself trapped in the greenhouse. It was an awesome rescue. After trying different methods unsuccessfully I finally climbed the ladder and put my hand in front of it. Part of my palm was flat facing the roof, it landed on my palm and stayed. I curled my fingers over the bird and climbed down from the ladder. It did not struggle and I had no vertigo. When I opened my hand outside the greenhouse to release it. The tiny bird stayed for a few seconds then flew away. I grinned like a little kid. It made my day.
I decided to hone in on my artistic potential. I’ve been, naturally, a good drawer ever since I was a kid, but, unfortunately, I never had any formal training in art.
You’ve really gotta read all my posts. If you just read some of them, then it doesn’t make sense. It’ll leave you confused like a kid who just read 1 or 2 of Nietzsche’s works and no other philosophy. Totally oblivious.
Today I drove about 600 miles. It rained the whole time. I went into a dunkin donuts this morning to get a latte and a ham and cheese croissant, and when I bit into they’d put mayo on the fucking thing. It was all I could do not to throw it out the window on the interstate. I waited and threw it away at a gas station. Then I decided to eat some chik-fil-a a few hours later, and I got an 8 piece nugget. Then I needed to be home to meet some people so I didn’t stop and eat again. So then I got here, and I waited for these 2 people and they came and went, then I was starving. So I just went to this restaurant down the street and ate a huge ribeye, totally rare, a chunk of bread and some kind of mac and cheese, drank a pint of beer, (an ipa) and ate a creme brulee. Then I took a carrot cake to go. Now I’m back at home about to get high as a motha and in a bit, when the munches kick in, I’m gonna eat a bite of that carrot cake and them go and pass out because I"m completely exhausted.
No man, you’re fine when you’re discussion topics and stuff, but in the water cooler here you don’t come across at all as a chill modest dude. I’ve just been here for less than 2 months but I already feel the vibe that most older posts already have from years of knowing you. You may as well come to terms with having a douchey personality. It’s not the end of the world, you know.
Today I drove about 600 miles. It rained the whole time. I went into a dunkin donuts this morning to get a latte and a ham and cheese croissant, and when I bit into they’d put mayo on the fucking thing. It was all I could do not to throw it out the window on the interstate. I waited and threw it away at a gas station. Then I decided to eat some chik-fil-a a few hours later, and I got an 8 piece nugget. Then I needed to be home to meet some people so I didn’t stop and eat again. So then I got here, and I waited for these 2 people and they came and went, then I was starving. So I just went to this restaurant down the street and ate a huge ribeye, totally rare, a chunk of bread and some kind of mac and cheese, drank a pint of beer, (an ipa) and ate a creme brulee. Then I took a carrot cake to go. Now I’m back at home about to get high as a motha and in a bit, when the munches kick in, I’m gonna eat a bite of that carrot cake and them go and pass out because I"m completely exhausted.
wtf lady… a croissant isn’t junk food, neither is the ribeye and creme brulee meal he had.
The rest of the stuff is obviously because he was on the road.