Franchu’s lair

In the last month I’ve attended two weddings and invitations to friends’ weddings are pouring… It’s an epidemy!!!!

In case you didn’t see the following strip I hope you will enjoy the humor of Javier Malonda and his “Tira Ecol”

Bugzilla via kwout

He encontrado una serie de citas que es muy probable que hayais escuchado por separado pero encajan bastante bien todas juntas y por eso creo que merecen un post

La navaja de Occam - “No ha de presumirse la existencia de más cosas que las absolutamente necesarias”, es inutil hacer con más lo que se puede hacer con menos.

Sin embargo, simplificar en exceso es malo y por se formuló la anti-navaja de Einstein (vaya palabro!) y que en una interpretación libre se puede escribir como: “Simple, pero no demasiado simple”.

Estas ideas han dado lugar al famoso KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid!) y al no tan famoso (o por lo menos yo no sabía que tuviese un nombre…) principio de Hanlon: “Nunca atribuyas a la maldad lo que se pueda explicar adecuadamente a la estupidez”.

Y siguiendo en la línea del principio de Hanlon, se puede enunciar el principio de Clark: “La incompetencia suficientemente avanzada es indistinguible de la maldad”.

Si conocéis algún principio más, os agradecería que lo pusieseis en los comentarios

Today I received a mail from Maja that had this nice poem in it and wanted to share it with you

It is a nerdy version of the great poem The Raven from Edgar Allan Poe

The Computer

Once upon a midnight dreary,
fingers cramped and vision bleary,
Systems manuals piled high and
wasted paper on the floor,

Typing with a steady hand,
I invoked the SAVE command,
and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering,
long I sat there wond’ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning,
turning yet to churn some more,

“Save!” I said, “You cursed mother!
Save my data from before!”

One thing did the phosphors answer,
only this and nothing more,
Just, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

With my fingers pale and trembling,
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending,
hoping all would be restored,

Praying for some guarantee
Timidly I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted
words appearing as before,

Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted,
haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

I tried to catch the chips off-guard
I pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine:
I begged and cried
and then I swore.

Cursor blinking, angrily winking,
blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

There I sat, distraught,
exhausted by my own machine accosted
Getting up I turned away and paced across the floor.

And then I saw a dreadful sight:
a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me,
shocked me to the core.

The lightning zapped my previous data,
lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, “Abort, Retry, Ignore?”

To this day I do not know
The place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world is wrought
where data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls,
beyond the ether, into black holes?

But sure as there’s Makumba, JSTL,
Java and even more,
You will one day be left to wander,
lost on some ParaDe shore,

Pleading, “Clean, Compile, Reload?”