Still trying out Oovoo, as I can see by screenshots. Though, it always shoots everything in displayed resolution, i.e. it's an ordinary screenshot of its own window, not saving the image in the received size.
For Richard a special build of Feds 5.2, don't remember what was it different that he had. Nobody likes to have a special version for just one customer - if it can go as an add-on, we have methods to activate it conditionally, and then that customer satisfies that condition, or it becomes a part of the exe and gets used by one or perhaps three of them - irrelevant, they pay for it and they get it. Why did we do a special version for him (aha, found it, it's SHET!), wish I knew. On the other side, it's good that this lopsided reality didn't last, perhaps a few weeks, and then he got the next regular build.
Added a new validation rule to SHET, that ineligible cycles have to have records but need not be validated (whatever that may mean). In the afternoon Jan held a programmers' meeting, and invited Suez and Das to join in. Seems to be Hana was also there, though I'm not sure she really counted as a programmer. The subject was, it seems, how to avoid work of adjusting this SHET contraption for 5.2, because it's complicated and costs time. And so Daniel got the task to talk Richard into buying an escueelle server as soon as possible, because he was the only one left with SHET and deebyeffs.
Big cosmetic surgery on Feds is up. For starters I got the task to look up the classes supplied by Aleksej Grigorjev (Алексей Григорьев), with pretty buttons, and also a replacement for the menu system, because the extant meny system in windowses is tehcnicolor shit, not to be washed but made from scratch, and the guy did make it. In the end it looked much better, and of course I managed to find a way to run it all from my table (not menu.dbf, but rather an apltree.dbf), and I even wrote a form to edit the menus, not only the main one but also various dropdowns, onform toolbars etc. Looked much better and the code wasn't scattered in dozen places.
Packing Lena for the beginning of the school year (which will start in october, but let's start a bit earlier). It being a wednesday, I worked regularly until 17, then we got into the saxo and drove off. I guess we had coffee at her place. We switched the shooters - she got the Fujica 9100 (or 9600, I'm bad with names*), and I the eeex. The first shots with it I made in near dark, down around the building, I think we went to buy milk or something like that.
On twonyforth, picking grapes at Vanji's (his what?). Well it's been a while, once upon a time we were regular at dad's (ditto), and even in Hungary I was once in a moba for picking. He made the place neatly, only there's no tree to make shade, there in front of the cellar, but at least the inside is cool, dug in. Not quite into a hill (v. 04-XII-1995.), but the influence is visible, not to say from where he lifted the tricks. His wife actually looks fine, but at first sight, which happened after no sight at all for almost twenty years, all those years came to surface at once, I even thought she was ill. Until I took a better look.
It's at the end of the next village, first [street] left and to the end. The end is not where it once was, the construction went on, so the prefab house that Veca and her husband put there (wouldn't say built) was the last one once, didn't recognize it this time. They didn't stay there for too long, as soon as they made the current one in the city, they moved there and sold this one.
I wasn't the only guy with a shooter, Joška brought his too, so at least I have some trace of my presence. From the shots I can't figure out who else came, I see only one guy from IV6.73, I made more shots of the surroundings than of the company. The hunk of a guy must be their older son, though the likeness doesn't quite fit with what I remember of him, guess it's because of the beard. He can finally come from Hungary at will, though now it's when his work allows him, not the state.
Spoke with Go and Stanley in the evening. They bought loads of silver, even a pound coin, almost a pedalj across. Who once gets burned on inflation, blows at a cold yogurt.
In de blogue:
Why does Google want to know?
The Gugao is slowly becoming the new Big Brother (not of the TV kind, which I never watched and wouldn't know - I mean the 1984 kind). Maybe I exaggerated. Not slowly at all.
I just wanted to check whether I got any comments to vet, and voila, Google tells me that I should enter my cell phone number. In proper Serbian (not the mockery that tries to pass for one on Panoramio or in various other places around Google, and not even remotely resembling the ridiculous attempts of to use Google translate to, well, translate into Serbian), no less.
The excuse this time is that if I lose my password, they may not have a way to send it back to me, specially if the account was hacked and/or stolen.
Nice try, guys.
Let's see: if the account was in wrong hands, the new "owner" would then also have my cell phone number, eh? Worse than that, Google would have it. They keep adding features here and there that put more and more of your personal information together. Recently I got two invitations (in googlespeak: two invites) to join various groups on Panoramio, but I couldn't, because I didn't "upgrade" my account there. The upgrade would mean "join my accounts to use a single login" - IOW, Google would henceforth be able to put the dots together**, and have my blog, some of my email, and my landscape pictures put together, knowing they're all done by the same person.
It gets worse: a few guys who tried G+ say that they all of a sudden had people offered up as contacts, people whom they barely know... actually, they only called them once, but that was on... an Android powered cell phone. On which they probably write a few emails as well - which probably the offered contacts did too, and Google was able to put two and two together. Add to this the street view imagery, combined with cell tower info and/or GPS signal that your phone may be broadcasting... Google knows where you live, whom do you call. Try to imagine how many of the googlets that you use every day call home and tell on you.
The question is not how much does Google know about you. It's how much you don't know about yourself that Google knows. While trying to answer, think of how far can you stick to "do no evil" while wielding such power.
p.s. I knew exactly why I opted for a nokla cell phone, just days after they were saddled with a m$ commissar, with Symbian on it. No suspicious looking updates are almost guaranteed. I'm not saying I'm sure my phone isn't spying on me, just that the spy probably won't be getting new tools.
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* joke from Alan Ford, when general War wants to contact Number One, and tells his secretary „and call this Number Two or Three, I'm bad with names“. And the Fujica did have both names, one for the US market, other for the rest of the world. Why did the marketing insist on that, wish I knew.
** which they already can, but until I click on „okay, do it“ they don't have my consent. Then it wouldn't matter how coerced it was, they can claim I gave it, which means something to them legally, this wee token of courtesy.
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