Dick

In about a month’s time, Dick…

“He’s behind youuu…!”

PigPen

I’ve spent my spare time during the last few weeks writing another app, this one for the pnut.io social network. It enhances the failures of my first app, for 10centuries.org. Yes, more social networking, surprising for such an antisocial [expletive deleted.]

https://github.com/bazbt3/PigPen

It’s a Python program, application; heck call it an app if you must, I’m old. I began programming in the early 1980s, a time at the beginning of the UK’s home computer boom, and a time when one had to program to make computers work. And then came the Sinclair Spectrum and its awesome games and all was lost for me by the mid-eighties.

Back to the present…

Yes, I’ve gone for feature bloat rather than iterate through the creation of bulletproof functions, but it’s so satisfying when something works, when something clicks into place in my head, and when someone helps me understand something. That’s the very best bit, cooperation!

FAQ (usually means ‘frequently asked questions’):

So what does it look like? Old-fashioned.

How advanced is the graphical user interface? There isn’t one.

Does it have a SnapChat plugin? Er… a say what now?

Does it have the ability to– Wait! It’s written in Python 3.5; in good hands it can do pretty much anything a computer can do–

Ok, can it– No. I’m on but the second rung of the ladder, I can see snakes from here.

Roll 1d6 Oi! You f[CARRIER LOST]

Ok, the main thing I’ve gained from my progress so far is an enhanced understanding of the effort involved in the creation and maintenance of all the apps and services I’m using right now.

Respect.

Remembrance

We attended the church Remembrance Day service earlier then walked along to the War Memorial where the village congregated for the open-air service.

In church, the Last Post was followed by ‘Jerusalem’ and the hymns were rounded out by ‘Abide With Me’.

The last time I heard the Last Post was, well, the previous years’ services and at a great Uncle’s funeral service. He’d fought in Burma during WWII, was a member of the Burma Star organisation, had a significant number of compatriots along in his last day.

So yeah, I LOL’d this time as well as that.

No, wait, no; the thing with tears and a swelling of the breast. Yeah, that thing.

Feedback (LibDems)

Online feedback I provided to the UK Liberal Democrat party after being asked why I’ve not renewed my membership:

“During the General Election and Brexit campaigns the party failed to detail the compromises you found necessary to remain a partner in government with the Tories. When presented with in-your-face opportunities to spell out the goals junked by the LibDems to allow moderation of socially egregious Tory policies, every one of your representatives rolled over and failed to spell it out for the benefit of the casual voter. The public in general are sheep, have binary choices - Labour or Tories - their impression is the LibDems are Tory-lite; you’ll have a long, long time in the wilderness being nice to the nasty party.”

Sweaters

I’m old enough to remember the day sweaters (jumpers if you like) were designed to keep one warm, and not a paper-thin, size-too-large fashion statement.