This is my (in)activity log. You might like to visit my employer
Novell which is an amazing company, and also
Dell who in days of yore provided me with a
free laptop for Gnome development / conferences.
Also if you have the time to read this sort of stuff you could enlighten
yourself by going to Unraveling Wittgenstein's net or if
you are feeling objectionable perhaps here.
Stuff Michael Meeks is doing
- Up very early, had to drive the parents to
school so they could go to Wales in a minibus with some
girls & my younger brother.
- No mail from J'. Strange solaris ORBit2
problems reported by Mark, time to get on the case. By
the time I had returned, I had a mail from J' - excellent.
- Hacked away at Mark's problem, IRC debugging
session, argument with Bill H about UTF-8 coding in CORBA
strings and what the spec said. Mercifuly saved by the
recent specs that do sensible things with encodings.
Suddenly had a phone call from my georgous girl -
lovely to be able to try and comfort such an exquisite
creature so far from home - upsetting though.
- Re-wrote a chunk of the giop code, a load
more fuzzy logic with 'register' scattered across it.
Implemented the CHAR_SETS tag to please Bill - so now
all ORBit2 strings are utf-8, and utf-16 for wstrings.
- Tried to remember what I did this week, I
certainly did nothing but fight fire that came from Sun
today, an untouched TODO.
- Wrote to my Girl at some length, what a
- Got a lift to a Music group barbeque / party
at Richard James' house with Tim & Charlie Spanner & a
couple of others. Lovely barbeque.
- Spoke at length to (Sir) Peter Woodhead, who
was a Chief of Staff in the Falklands war ( became a Christian
just beforehand ), and commander of 8 battleships in the
British intervention in the Iran / Iraq war. He managed to
survive [ by means he doesn't know - but wouldn't be suprised
if it was God ] rear rotor failure in a small helicoptor at
1000 feet above the sea ( flying back from saying 'bye to the
local Sheik ). 2 non Christian pilots praying, and Peter in the
back as it plummetted - hit the sea not verticaly - whence it
would have sunk without trace, not horizontaly - meaning instant
death, but at a pleasant angle - crumpling to absorb the shock.
All suffered serious spinal injuries, and were unconcious. On
regaining conciousness the pilots managed to get out the front
[ large windows, crash resistant seats ], Peter's escape hatch
had crumpled on impact and was unusable. Helicoptor filling
with water and sinking fast - Peter ran out of air, lungs filled
with water. He escaped ( some say ~90 ft down ) he doesn't
remember how. 3 months of intensive care later, and 2 inches
shorter he lived to tell the tale. He preaches occasionaly,
can often be seen cleaning the church and sits on the PCC.
- Back to bed.
In case it's not painfully obvious: the reflections reflected here are my
own; mine, all mine ! and don't reflect the views of Novell, The
Lithuanian Gov't or Arnold Schwarzenegger. It's also important to
realise that I'm not in on the Swedish Conspiracy.
Occasionally people ask for formal photos for conferences,
Michael Meeks (email@example.com)