It is 3:28AM and I do hope what I will scribble here would still make some sense.
As you might have noticed May has become a month for TheLair. I've been sleeping around 4AM (and sometimes even around five in the morning (when the sun.daylight.init event happens)) working on that seven year old site.
Maiden Seven of Azure Realms / Download 1600x1200 illumination
We released V7 last May 19 and I was still tweaking the site up until hmmm... 30 minutes ago before I devoured what some might consider a midnight snack at three in the morning.
Good thing I introduced and trained qs how to code and develop database applications in VisualFoxpro (the samurai/jedi way) a couple of years ago.
Every now and then she discovers things in FoxPro which I haven't even encountered yet... which is good.
But when she starts to grumble and mumble random incoherent words and stuff, it starts to scare me though.
In random places, to make things worse. Random places!
Like there was this one time when we were in the mall... a crowded mall, and I with all my invisible hover drones were mapping and calculating the fastest route we could travel from Point A to Point B, and qs out of nowhere started blurting out normalization principles, dtos/alltrim approaches, cdx optimization and database initialization topics and techniques.
Did I mention we were in a crowded mall when she started doing that..?
Anyway... come June 2006 I will return to the usual programmer mode, and will work on graphics/web related stuff on weekends.
I am also planning on how to integrate VFP on my site.
Upload, download and synchronization mechanisms included.
Also, I am heeding Craig Bailey's call to make Visual FoxPro cool. In line with that I am creating some icons, which I plan to release for free once I'm done with one set.
Visual FoxPro (and other developers as well) can download and use these icons in their applications.
Ok... 3:48AM... bed's calling.
It's no secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest
It's no secret ambition bites the nails of success
Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
- U2 (The Fly)