Wrote this on UA:
From my point of view, OOP solves many things, and the shortcomings are the multitude of properties you have to take care about, and the need to make your code land on its feet, no matter where it's called from. You don't control the program flow anymore; you write reactions to user's clicks & kicks. But then, it's not the OOP, it's event-driven paradigm. Lots of things which worked in FP, but were essentially written quickn'dirty, won't work anymore simply because the programs/methods don't necessarily execute in the same order. It takes more and more planning, and less coding. The trouble is we use the same computers for planning, so there's no rest for our eyes (unless you go out on the street and see few dozen pairs of reasons for walking around).
The big dance around opening the first Mc in the city. It was kind of a prestigious thing, and there was political pressure to get it open asap. The politics was coming, as far as I remember, from some guys from JUL, Mira's quasi communist party, and the trouble began when they submitted the request for inspection, (... 369 words...) Vlastimir did. He was always willing to avoid making a political issue, except when someone would be in his way. He'd sign anything if bribe was good enough or if there was a wink from above that it should be signed. Often he'd just offer to sign with no visible gain, just to be remembered among higher echelons as useful.
I've been to this Mc just once, some time in december, where I was supposed to meet Pali and Brlja. Didn't order anything, they came within ten minutes.
It closed in 2002. because of low demand. There was a posh layer of richer kids who'd go there for the happy meal (nobody cared how stupid that sounded), whatever that was, because they'd get a tiny chinese toy with it, and of some teenagers who'd think it was desirable to be seen there. The novelty soon wore out, and the only sign that there is a Mc in the city was a certain amount of discarded styrofoam vessels around the main street and square. For about half the money, you could get a very good burger (actually, a pljeskavica, much better, looks the same from a distance) at Cvele's. Cvele was once a professor in mašinska, some metallurgy subject, but decided that charcoal pays better than chalk, so he opened a kiosk 30m away... and he was there first, since, I'd say, 1984. And he lasted beyond 2005, until the spot between the two buildings was finally built on.
Around this time Boća wrote on oldwave that we should meet at a seminary on thirtieth, in Interkontinental (or was it Hajat?). Which was probably that one by Novell, where Joška was some kind of host, as the firm from Novi, where he worked, was reselling Novell. All fine and dandy, there were snacks, I remember seeing ajVar there, and that the lady from Novell was an utter housewife, in some plaincloth shoes and wide red patterned dress. And that it all looked quite good (except her), the software was rock solid, we already knew that you can't move it with a cannon. But don't remember seeing Boća there.
Actually no, this was at some other time. It was me who was absent, as the harvest of barley has begun and Svemiks has our app on four tractor weigh stations, half of the machines brand new, staff semiliterate, so fuckit. Three villages where they have them have the same initial letter, so at least twice I got in the car (lada, I'd say) and drove to a wrong one.
They don't quite know themselves why do they buy it (except it's not bad as an investment, and is a legal way to raise cash money), because none of the state firms are coming forth with intent to buy, specially not when and at which price. I think there'll be a serious dance with cereals this year.
Barley season is in full swing, and not one brewery said anything about the offer. Never was there a year like this. Some even say they won't be buying at all, they have enough of last year's stock.
The raising of cash money was a problem since forever, because the cash is traceless, in the main ledger it can be written off as „buying on [green] market“ and no inspection can do a thing about it. Which is why the state always saw to it that the cash is prevented, or in any ways possible limited and controlled, who can handle it and how, and why would a firm want to have cash at all. This is why so many things had to be paid via virman, because nobody was crazy enough to deal with a cash register, too much work, too many papers, attracts too many controls. So paying to peasants was a good excuse to get a larger amount of firm's own cash from the bank, and the difference between of what money was pulled and what was paid to the peasants was easy to cover up. The amount of cereals in the silo can't be checked - by volume only very approximately, the weight depends on humidity... ideal.
Actually, this transfer of data between the weigh station and the central I did for MXM first, I see that I have a handful of scripts for Telix, which I picked up somewhere then reworked for this occasion, dated 22nd. This transfer was among the most insane projects, because I had to solve generating keys in a distributed manner, so each transactional table had a key with a prefix and a counter, where the prefix would mean location of record's origin. And each record had to have a timestamp, so I could know which records in which table were to be copied into temp tables to carry out. It was complicated indeed, and I was so self-relevant for being able to solve it in such a symmetrical and orthogonal way, no catches nor ugly spots, simply a mechanism which works and always lands on its feet.
Too bad it never went into production, just worked fine on tests, because the connections were bad. The telephony wasn't of even decent quality in the city, and it was much worse in villages. So I made it possible to transfer the data on floppies as well, which worked swimmingly while a machine was new, perhaps for a month or two, and then that wouldn't work anymore, it's a grain silo, there's always fines in the air.
21-VIII-2010 - 17-XI-2025