Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: Fortunato
Date: 22 Jul 05 - 07:45 PM

Dear 'spaw. Although I have the utmost respect for your technical evaluation of the mudcat. I feel that I must remind you that this is a music site and therefore it would be more appropriate to sing it.

For example: with all due respect to Mr. Presley

Sung to the tune of "I'm all shook up"

Sing:   "it's all fucked up, oh uh huh, uh huh, yay, yah it's all fucked up."

see isn't that better?
yours, chance

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: Mr Happy
Date: 22 Jul 05 - 08:02 PM

[Duplicate post from Help Forum]


Many Thanks Max!

For providing this invaluable resource.

We're all used to some glitches & disasters in our own lives - so y would yours [or Mudcat's] b any different!

Keep up good work - & scorn detractors!

Blues/Folk/Rock on Max!!

Cheers ma man!

All the best,

Mr H

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 10:08 AM

Mr Happy, what have you got against agricultural vehicles, why should we "scorn de tractors"?

Nigel

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From:
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 03:34 PM

Thanks, Max for all the work!

I am not a brilliant programmer, but have been known to sort out programming errors so, IF I can help, please let me know.

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: Mark Cohen
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 04:18 PM

I wrote a computer program once, when I was in college. It was in FORTRAN. Haven't touched the stuff since then. Bad for you.

Aloha,
Mark

(But good for the rest of us...mahalo a nui loa, Max!)

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: katlaughing
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 11:27 PM

LOL @ Fortunato/Chance...BRILL!

Subject: RE: Hi Max: What's wrong with mudcat?
From: JennyO
Date: 23 Jul 05 - 11:37 PM

Mark, your mention of Fortran reminded me of this poem. Yes, I know it's been posted before, but I like it.

      When I Was A Boy
      Copyright 1997 by Frank Hayes, Firebird Arts & Music (BMI)

      When I was a boy our Nintendo
      Was carved from an old Apple tree
      And we used garden hose to connect it
      To our steam-powered color tv.
      But it still beat that ancient Atari
      'Cuz I almost went blind, don'tcha know,
      Playing Breakout and Pong on a video game
      Hooked up to our radio.

      And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
      Barefoot, uphill both ways,
      Through blizzards in summer and winter
      Back in the good old days.
      Back when Fortran was not even Three-tran
      And the PC was only a toy
      And we did our computing by gaslight
      When I was a boy.

      When I was a boy all our networks
      Were for hauling in fish from the sea--
      Our bawd rate was eight bits an hour (and she was worth it!),
      And our IP address was just 3.
      And you kids who complain that the World Wide Web
      Is too slow oughtta cut out your bitchin',
      'Cuz when I was a boy every packet
      Was delivered by carrier pigeon

      And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
      Barefoot, uphill both ways,
      Through blizzards in summer and winter
      Back in the good old days.
      Back when Fortran was not even Two-tran
      And the mainframe was only a toy
      And we did our computing by torchlight
      When I was a boy.

      When I was a boy our IS shop
      Built relational tables from wood,
      And we wrappered our data in oilcloth
      To preserve it the best that we could.
      And we carried our bits in a bucket,
      And our mainframe weighed 900 tons,
      And we programmed in ones and in zeros
      And sometimes we ran out of ones.

      And we walked twenty miles to the schoolhouse
      Barefoot, uphill both ways,
      Through blizzards in summer and winter
      Back in the good old days.
      Back when Fortran was not even One-tran
      And the abacus? Only a toy!
      And we did our computing in primordial darkness
      When I was a boy.