Ubuntu!

Ubuntu, as we all know, means “scared of this linux stuff that the big kids talk about” in the langauge of some tribe or other.

Still, I’m a bit impressed with it thus far. It’s taken me something under an hour and half to go from “knackered windows box” to something the appears to go like shit off a shovel (or at least, boots in a tiny fraction of the time that my windows gaming rig boots in), is connected to the electrical internet, has had half a dozen new apps intalled, and is generally showing every sign that by this time tomorrow, I’ll have a working development server, with version control and everything set up for my use.

And what’s most impressive about it, is that I’ve got it up and running while drunk.

I could get used to this linux stuff, if it keeps on like this.

Over

So, that’s it for The West Wing. A slow shuffle off to the end. There were a couple of lovely moments in the last episodes, but that’s all they were, lovely moments. As much as seasons six and most of seven were a marked recovery from the awful fifth season, the last few episodes had nothing in them. A function of the drama – this isn’t the sort of fiction you can build to an explosive climax, because we all know how it has to end – exactly as it did, with a wind down.

It never got back to the days of seasons one and two when it won all those awards for a damn good reason, but still: this is the first and only TV show that I can make any sort of claim to have watched end to end (I joined in at the back end of season one, but I got the DVDs as damn fast as I could…). I’ve never actually had a TV show end that I really genuinely was sorry to see go before. It’s an odd feeling. I suspect it’ll be a long time before it happens to me again.

Music in brief.

Lilly Allen is a bloody scattershot artist. Most of her stuff leaves me cold, but when she hits the mark, she’s spot fucking on. I still love “LDN”, and now I’ve got to say, her cover of The Kaiser Chiefs “Oh My God” is also bloody fine.

If you haven’t heard of The Pipettes, then you may have been under a rock, so once you’ve checked that you’re not pinnned down by extraneous minerals, you really should educate yourself. One of the current wave of Spector-pop revivalists, head and shoulders above most of the others I’ve heard, as they reach for other touches to it, both contemporary with Spector, and more modern. Top stuff. Must get to a live gig.

Disturbingly, Andrew W.K.’s latest, “Pushing Drugs” is quite a lot of fun, too. (Via NYUB.)

Am I Mouse Or Man?

A question that men have struggled with through the ages. Tonight, however, I find it a moot question. Regardless of which I am, my plans have gong[1] agley.

ewa‘s away this weekend, so the plan had been to indulge in chronic anti-social nerdism, and to spend the weekend playing City of Heroes,. moving from my computer only to find the phone and order pizza. But I find that the hot weather and my computer disagree. Specifically, when my graphics card starts to work (as is demanded of it by City of Heroes) the temperature inside my computer hits something like 70 degrees centigrade. So, in self defense, it shuts down. In this heat, it’s running at the very limit of what it can cope with, just running Firefox and Thunderbird. So that’s my plans out the window.

So instead, I have a bottle of very cold white wine, and I intend to watch the second half of the second season of the West Wing. You have to make the best of these things, after all.

[1] I assume that this is the correct past tense…

Answers To Yesterday’s Questions.

Short version: There is no correct answer – the test doesn’t give you enough information to come up with a single correct response. What matters most is that you applied a consistent set of rules.

The most likely (read: the ones that I, just about any programmer, and about 75% of you would give/gave) correct answers are (and the programmers will have to bear with me while I explain this in the simplest terms I can think of, and I apologise for patronising anyone):

Question 1: a=20, b=20
Question 2: a=7, b=7, c=3
Assuming that a, b and c are ‘containers’ that start out holding the number values given, and that ‘=’ means (approximately) ‘assign the value on the right, to the value on the left’, and that we execute each line in sequence, changing values as we go.

But, for example, these would also be completely reasonable answers (and was far and away the most common second choice):

Question 1: a=b, b=20;
Question 2: a=c, b=a, c=b;
If a, b and c are not ‘containers’, but values in and of themselves, and equals has the same meaning as above, and each line is executed in sequence..

As would:
Question 1: a=20, b=20
Question 2: a=7, b=5, c=3
a, b and c are ‘containers’, ‘=’ has the same meaning as before, but we execute each line as if ‘simultaneous’ – so changes wrought on line one have no relevance to anything further down.

Or hell, if you want to get really esoteric about it:
Question 1: a=10,b=a
Question 2: a=b,b=c,c=a

If a, b and c are not ‘containers’, and ‘=’ means ‘assign the value on the left, to the value on the right’.

My test isn’t close as useful as the original, which has 12 questions, all in that format. The original was multi-choice, with an optional “other” write-in for every question and provided the cue that the answers at least seemed to be expected to be numeric. I left that out on purpose, just to see what would happen. (And also because I couldn’t be arsed setting up the massive poll it would have been if I’d left the multi-choice in, and besides this test was designed to work even for children educated in modern schools, not the sparkling paragons of intellect on my friends list…)

Approximately 90% of the answers fell into answer set 1 or 2. I suspect had the numeric cue been present, it would almost all have been option 1.

So, what does this prove? Absolutely nothing, of course, but it certainly seems like most of the non-programmers gave answers that a programmer would, and in only about 6% of cases was I unable to work out what system had been used. Draw your own conclusions.

Interesting…

Apparently, researchers have come up with 12 question test (I’m not linking to the research, because I don’t want to give the answers away) to determine if someone’s likely to make a decent programmer or not, prior to them ever having been taught anything about programming – a fundamental difference in the way that people who make decent programmers think. Nothing to to with IQ, or any other skills, just a quirk of thinking.

Me, I think it’s toss.

I present here, the first and last questions from the test, for you lot to have go at. I’ll be interested to see if there is a big difference between the programmers and non-programmers on my friends list. I’ll let you all know how it turns out.

Question 1:
a = 10;
b = 20;
a = b;

Question 2:
a = 5;
b = 3;
c = 7;
a = c;
c = b;
b = a;

(Edited to add: these are the questions and exactly as much info about them as presented on the test. Make whatever assumptions you like about them. I’m screening comments so as not to have other people’s answers prejudiced….)

Just out of curiosity:

Is there anyone reading this who does not understand what is meant by the phrase Net Neutrality, or not understand why the subject is likely to be one of the most important issues of the next few years?

I’ve been meaning to write something of reasonable length about it for months, but have been unable to find the time, and the issue has got more and more press over the last month or two, so I’m wondering is there’s any need to bother…

Fruit/Music Interface.

Innocent drinks, known mostly around these parts for the endless phonecalls my former colleagues and I used to get for “Hannah from Innnocent Smoothies”, while I was working at Sanctuary, are throwing the same free music festival that they have for the last couple of years again this year. (Thus, perhaps justifying the music-related telephonic confusion.) You’d have been forgiven for not noticing the last couple of years, since there was no-one that thrilling on the line-up.

This year, the Saturday (5th August) sees the Puppini Sisters, Nouvelle Vague, Norman Jay and Arrested Development all on the same stage (plus the promising-sounding Whisky Cats). For free. And Carluccios are doing some tasty-sounding (but sadly not free) hampers to be picked up on the day, if you order in advance. It’s in Regent’s Park.

Anyone else think that this sounds like a civilised way to spend a Saturday afternoon? (More details on the fruitstock website. And yes, that name is fucking awful.)