I’m thinking of taking a course in an area of programming I know little or nothing about, to improve my CV and keep my meagre programming skills up to date. I know there are a number of ‘IT professionals’ who pop in a nd read this blog from time to time, can you check what’s on offer and make suggestions as to the most marketable skills to have.
|This is my little bit of the Mandelbrot set.
I got it from the mandelbit generator.
You can get one there too.
Entirely pointless but very pretty!
This says it all:
The actual article is here. Straight from the County clerk.
“Section 10.065 (7)(i) – It is unlawful for any owner, keeper or walker of any dog, Philippine pot-bellied pig or cat to have his dog, pot-bellied pig or cat discharge such animal=s excreta upon any public or private property within the Village other than the property of the owner of such dog, pot-bellied pig or cat if such owner, keeper or walker does not immediately thereafter remove and clean up such animal=s excreta from the public or private property.
No person shall walk a dog or pot-bellied pig beyond the limits of his own property without carrying or having in his possession a scoop, bag or other items designed to pick up and remove dog or pot-bellied pig feces; and, further it it unlawful for any person to dispose of the dog or pot-bellied pig feces on public or private property other than his own. “
I was too tired to stay up and watch game 7 of the Colorado Avalanche vs.l Minnesota in the play-offs, but all I can say no farking way did The Avalanche lose 3-2 to those backass, inbred eeedjiots from MinnesOta. The Stanley Cup is shamed yet again.
The Straight had been one of the finest avenues of old Cora. Ten thousand spans long with the magnificent Municipal buildings blocking the landward end, it pointed to the docks, source of all the wealth on show. The grandeur faded before the Glacier war and the bombers that gutted the Municipal had signalled the end.
On a normal day, Commerce Square would be bustling with the stalls of fresh produce and black imports. The stalls were up, but none of the hawkers were present. Bags of pulses had been piled up into barricades behind which riflemen scanned the mouth of the Straight.
The Municipal was a fortress. New stairways were camouflaged with ash and chokepoints and kill zones had been established on every floor. There were even escape routes across to nearby roofs. Shara and Fynn were atop the Municipal with the finest sharpshooters the city could provide. Shara was forming the most accurate sabots she could imagine, ready for a psychological blow with her first shot. �They are forming up at the end of of the avenue.� Fynn announced into the field telephone.
The mobile command post pulled up side on behind the first company of infantry. The crew rushed out, unlatched the whole of the side panel and removed it. �There are six people around a map table, one of them is in civilian clothes, four radio operators and three clerks.�
Aurile relayed the information. �The civilian is the leader. Kill him.� Gerryl said.
�No.� Everyone looked at Aylo. �The man is an incompetent. But he has very good military advisers. You should kill them.�
�You are sure?�
�It will also scare him, and he can only make worse decisions when he is scared.�
�Very well. Who should she target?�
�Either side of Janssen should be officers with squares on their breast pockets. One of them would be best.�
�Or both. Shara likes to show off.� Aurile spoke the order into the telephone.
Shara locked her arm and steadied herself. Fynn stood beside her, touching her arm lightly and guiding her aim. There was a light pop, then another, and Shara stepped back and started flexing her arm.
The sharpshooters and their spotters kept their lenses on the command vehicle. They calculated windage, drop and flight time. One of the figures by the map table dropped, then another. There were gasps from the snipers, then silence and finally applause.
Shara and Fynn looked around at the sounds of appreciation. They had been staring at something else. Far out at sea, off white spikes were climbing into the sky.
Hola Amigos? Treasure the land of democracy? Just don’t put these countries on your CV (thats res-u-me for yankees). Just a quick quote from the article purporting that monster.com is removing references to certain countries in CVs posted and their drop down boxes. Makes you wonder doesn’t it?
“In an e-mail sent to affected account holders, Monster said it was making the changes to comply with the U.S. Department of Treasury’s Office of Foreign Assets Control, and some states, that “maintain sanctions which prohibit U.S. companies from conducting certain business activities with organizations located in or residents of” the seven countries. “
200 years of democracy. That was until the 21st century happened.