IPOD
RADIO
The Aged Pilot Man
Mark Twain
On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
From out the clouds at noon that day
There came a dreadful storm,
That piled the billows high about,
And filled us with alarm.
A man came rushing from a house,
Saying, "Snub up your boat I pray,
Snub up your boat, snub up, alas,
Snub up while yet you may."
Our captain cast one glance astern,
Then forward glanced he,
And said, "My wife and little ones
I never more shall see."
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
In noble words, but few,
"Fear not, but lean on Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
The boat drove on, the frightened mules
Tore through the rain and wind,
And bravely still, in danger's post,
The whip-boy strode behind.
"Come 'board, come 'board," the captain cried,
"Nor tempt so wild a storm;"
But still the raging mules advanced,
And still the boy strode on.
Then said the captain to us all,
"Alas, 'tis plain to me,
The greater danger is not there,
But here upon the sea.
So let us strive, while life remains,
To save all souls on board,
And then if die at last we must,
Let . . . . I cannot speak the word!"
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
Tow'ring above the crew,
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
"Low bridge! low bridge!" all heads went down,
The laboring bark sped on;
A mill we passed, we passed church,
Hamlets, and fields of corn;
And all the world came out to see,
And chased along the shore
Crying, "Alas, alas, the sheeted rain,
The wind, the tempest's roar!
Alas, the gallant ship and crew,
Can nothing help them more?"
And from our deck sad eyes looked out
Across the stormy scene:
The tossing wake of billows aft,
The bending forests green,
The chickens sheltered under carts
In lee of barn the cows,
The skurrying swine with straw in mouth,
The wild spray from our bows!
"She balances!
She wavers!
Now let her go about!
If she misses stays and broaches to,
We're all" then with a shout,]
"Huray! huray!
Avast! belay!
Take in more sail!
Lord, what a gale!
Ho, boy, haul taut on the hind mule's tail!"
"Ho! lighten ship! ho! man the pump!
Ho, hostler, heave the lead!
"A quarter-three! 'tis shoaling fast!
Three feet large! t-h-r-e-e feet!
Three feet scant!" I cried in fright
"Oh, is there no retreat?"
Said Dollinger, the pilot man,
As on the vessel flew,
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
A panic struck the bravest hearts,
The boldest cheek turned pale;
For plain to all, this shoaling said
A leak had burst the ditch's bed!
And, straight as bolt from crossbow sped,
Our ship swept on, with shoaling lead,
Before the fearful gale!
"Sever the tow-line! Cripple the mules!"
Too late! There comes a shock!
Another length, and the fated craft
Would have swum in the saving lock!
Then gathered together the shipwrecked crew
And took one last embrace,
While sorrowful tears from despairing eyes
Ran down each hopeless face;
And some did think of their little ones
Whom they never more might see,
And others of waiting wives at home,
And mothers that grieved would be.
But of all the children of misery there
On that poor sinking frame,
But one spake words of hope and faith,
And I worshipped as they came:
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
(O brave heart, strong and true!)
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
For he will fetch you through."
Lo! scarce the words have passed his lips
The dauntless prophet say'th,
When every soul about him seeth
A wonder crown his faith!
And count ye all, both great and small,
As numbered with the dead:
For mariner for forty year,
On Erie, boy and man,
I never yet saw such a storm,
Or one't with it began!"
So overboard a keg of nails
And anvils three we threw,
Likewise four bales of gunny-sacks,
Two hundred pounds of glue,
Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat,
A box of books, a cow,
A violin, Lord Byron's works,
A rip-saw and a sow.
A curve! a curve! the dangers grow!
"Labbord!_stabbord!_s-t-e-a-d-y! so!
Hard-a-port, Dol! hellum-a-lee!
Haw the head mule! the aft one gee!
Luff! bring her to the wind!"
For straight a farmer brought a plank,
(Mysteriously inspired)
And laying it unto the ship,
In silent awe retired.
Then every sufferer stood amazed
That pilot man before;
A moment stood. Then wondering turned,
And speechless walked ashore.
I would wish everyone a farmer and a plank, where applicable.
Mark Twain
On the Erie Canal, it was,
All on a summer's day,
I sailed forth with my parents
Far away to Albany.
From out the clouds at noon that day
There came a dreadful storm,
That piled the billows high about,
And filled us with alarm.
A man came rushing from a house,
Saying, "Snub up your boat I pray,
Snub up your boat, snub up, alas,
Snub up while yet you may."
Our captain cast one glance astern,
Then forward glanced he,
And said, "My wife and little ones
I never more shall see."
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
In noble words, but few,
"Fear not, but lean on Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
The boat drove on, the frightened mules
Tore through the rain and wind,
And bravely still, in danger's post,
The whip-boy strode behind.
"Come 'board, come 'board," the captain cried,
"Nor tempt so wild a storm;"
But still the raging mules advanced,
And still the boy strode on.
Then said the captain to us all,
"Alas, 'tis plain to me,
The greater danger is not there,
But here upon the sea.
So let us strive, while life remains,
To save all souls on board,
And then if die at last we must,
Let . . . . I cannot speak the word!"
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
Tow'ring above the crew,
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
"Low bridge! low bridge!" all heads went down,
The laboring bark sped on;
A mill we passed, we passed church,
Hamlets, and fields of corn;
And all the world came out to see,
And chased along the shore
Crying, "Alas, alas, the sheeted rain,
The wind, the tempest's roar!
Alas, the gallant ship and crew,
Can nothing help them more?"
And from our deck sad eyes looked out
Across the stormy scene:
The tossing wake of billows aft,
The bending forests green,
The chickens sheltered under carts
In lee of barn the cows,
The skurrying swine with straw in mouth,
The wild spray from our bows!
"She balances!
She wavers!
Now let her go about!
If she misses stays and broaches to,
We're all" then with a shout,]
"Huray! huray!
Avast! belay!
Take in more sail!
Lord, what a gale!
Ho, boy, haul taut on the hind mule's tail!"
"Ho! lighten ship! ho! man the pump!
Ho, hostler, heave the lead!
"A quarter-three! 'tis shoaling fast!
Three feet large! t-h-r-e-e feet!
Three feet scant!" I cried in fright
"Oh, is there no retreat?"
Said Dollinger, the pilot man,
As on the vessel flew,
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
And he will fetch you through."
A panic struck the bravest hearts,
The boldest cheek turned pale;
For plain to all, this shoaling said
A leak had burst the ditch's bed!
And, straight as bolt from crossbow sped,
Our ship swept on, with shoaling lead,
Before the fearful gale!
"Sever the tow-line! Cripple the mules!"
Too late! There comes a shock!
Another length, and the fated craft
Would have swum in the saving lock!
Then gathered together the shipwrecked crew
And took one last embrace,
While sorrowful tears from despairing eyes
Ran down each hopeless face;
And some did think of their little ones
Whom they never more might see,
And others of waiting wives at home,
And mothers that grieved would be.
But of all the children of misery there
On that poor sinking frame,
But one spake words of hope and faith,
And I worshipped as they came:
Said Dollinger the pilot man,
(O brave heart, strong and true!)
"Fear not, but trust in Dollinger,
For he will fetch you through."
Lo! scarce the words have passed his lips
The dauntless prophet say'th,
When every soul about him seeth
A wonder crown his faith!
And count ye all, both great and small,
As numbered with the dead:
For mariner for forty year,
On Erie, boy and man,
I never yet saw such a storm,
Or one't with it began!"
So overboard a keg of nails
And anvils three we threw,
Likewise four bales of gunny-sacks,
Two hundred pounds of glue,
Two sacks of corn, four ditto wheat,
A box of books, a cow,
A violin, Lord Byron's works,
A rip-saw and a sow.
A curve! a curve! the dangers grow!
"Labbord!_stabbord!_s-t-e-a-d-y! so!
Hard-a-port, Dol! hellum-a-lee!
Haw the head mule! the aft one gee!
Luff! bring her to the wind!"
For straight a farmer brought a plank,
(Mysteriously inspired)
And laying it unto the ship,
In silent awe retired.
Then every sufferer stood amazed
That pilot man before;
A moment stood. Then wondering turned,
And speechless walked ashore.
I would wish everyone a farmer and a plank, where applicable.
Night Reconnaissance
The Dresden Dolls
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall
(And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all
So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
No-one can stop us the plot is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
Mary you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood
"HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!"
And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke
And we wear what we want on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the dark suburban lawns
And we give them good homes give them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born
The Dresden Dolls
Nothing is crueler than children who come from good homes
God'll forgive them I guess but whose side are you on
Driving around the old town I remember it all
Dropping my lunchbox and tampax all over the hall
(And they said) you are a socialist cokehead we know from your clothes
You are a Satanist worshipper of things evil
Think you're a poet a folksinger poseur nah-oh
A volleyball player you've got to be kidding us all
So we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
No-one can stop us the plot is a work of genius
No-one has bought the rights yet but we're not giving up
Every unwanted lawn jockey fits in the script
Directed by Spielberg and starring the masochist club
Mary you look like hell
Stuck in that ridiculous shell
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We know what you've been dreaming of
Give us some light and god's pure love
We're taking you to Hollywood
"HOLLLLEEEEEEEEWOOD!!!!"
And we hide from the guns on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes from the dark side of the lawn
One plays a socialist cokehead we dress in my clothes
One plays a Satanist worshipper of thing evil
One plays a poet who starts up a band of his own
One plays a volleyball player with both her wrists broke
And we wear what we want on our night reconnaissance
Steal flamingos and gnomes the dark suburban lawns
And we give them good homes give them love they've never known
In the loft of the barn in the town where I was born
For this reason, the victorious army first realizes the conditions for victory, and then seeks to engage in battle. The vanquished army fights first, and then seeks victory,
Sun-Tzu, The Art of War
Sun-Tzu, The Art of War
I'm probably going to be quiet for a while, in terms of blogs. As the 26th of this month (and my exam) approach, I'm increasingly nervous, and I just don't tend to write well under stress.
I'll let everyone here in on a little secret... fundamentally, I'm pretty much content with my life right now. If whatever higher power might exist in the universe said to me right now, "Hey- you there- I have an offer for you! Things can pretty much stay the same for you, for as long as you'd like!", my first thought would be "Thanks, that's not a bad offer at all!" (It would be a better offer yet, if death had not yet claimed a few of those I care about, but...)
You see, I'll always be interested in this world. I'm always changing, even standing still. There's always something to learn. There's a lesson in every moment, and every aspect of being. Now, I don't always get or see these lessons. On bad days, I'm not even open to them. But these lessons are always there.
And I love that.
That's one reason I don't think I'll ever leave here, or go anon. I've been graced by knowing a lot of remarkable people on here, and they all add something to the whole set of thoughts that make me up.
For some of them, I would wish a level of drama that's equivalent to mine, so they can just relax and enjoy being themselves for a while. It's not that I wouldn't wish that for the others, but they seem to already be where they fit being. And that's a good thing.
But, getting back to that hypothetical offer? I'm not going to get it. (well, the odds are against it, although I am quite open to being proven wrong...)
No, the universe is always moving, and there comes a time when you have to fight a bit to make your place in it. Maybe I should have chosen my time a bit sooner, but past choices aside, I have work to do.
So, at least until the 27th, and maybe longer, I can't promise I'll be talking all that much. What I can promise is that I won't really be gone, and that I will always be here to listen, if I can help anyone by listening. I always have time to read, and think a bit, and respond. (Even if I don't always have time to look down inside myself and see what needs writing about from my perspective)
There are so many people around here that make this place for me. I'm going to mention a few. If you are reading, and you don't get mentioned this time, well, dammit, you still matter, and I'm sorry for skipping you, this time.
KatieKat - you always make my morning. Even on the days when we miss each other. You're also one of the rare people who has actually physically met me... and one that I am very, very glad is included in that number. You're an awesome mother, and a good friend, and someone I can't imagine not knowing.
Thaddius- you have a quiet grace to you, and you are always cheering me up. Even when I thought I was as cheery as I could be. You also have kept me from being a complete slackass about taking pictures... a few words of encouragment from you mean so very, very much- the difference between having a chore to do, and having fun.
Oh- and I love your pup, too.
velvet_petal- I think you're a rock of sanity and calm. I always find you reassuring (in a incredibly hot kind of way ). I think if I were to take someone as a role model around here, you would be a great choice.
EDIT: All of you first three got way shorter entries than you deserve, by the way.
catdad You're my oldest friend on here. I'm glad you're still around. You're kind of my younger, cooler, west-coast opposite number. And someone who gets cats.
Franpire- I know I'm *really* glad I just happened to be reading one morning and chanced across your blog at just the right moment. What did I do to deserve such luck? It's given me much happiness having you as a friend. Every time I see a comment from you, I smile. You've brightened my days lately, ever so much. 
I look forward to talking with you much, much more as time goes by.
Ilectra You add so much to this whole place. You are the queen of silliness. I would probably not know most of the people that I know here if not for you and V2, for you're the ones that lured me into silliness. Take care of yourself, because you really matter to a lot of people, and I am definitely one of them. V2 gets lumped in with you, I'm afraid... but that's not intended to slight him. You two just seem to fit so well together, and this makes me
Incidentally, you two also have some (I am sure) astoundingly bad pictures of me that you were kind enough never to have posted. Thank you ever so much for that, it is deeply appreciated.
Mneylu- You are an artist in the highest sense, and your energy amazes me. I suspect you won't ever see this- especially with your current internet situation- but you deserve mention. You're also one of my rare pre-silliness friends, and that makes you extra special to me. I always love getting letters from you.
Allegro There's something about you that draws the attention, and holds it. (and quickens the pulse a bit <-- gross understatement ) You are endlessly interesting, and I am glad to know you. Even when I am slow writing, even when I start things and am slow to finish them, you are still not forgotten. Even when I haven't commented on some of the writings you've shared with us, I've still been fascinated. Sometimes, it's just hard to do justice.
You combine drama and life (as you relate it to us) in a good way. I think you once said flirting was your favorite game... and I think you are someone who brings a positive light to that aspect of life. (IE: you use your powers for good, not evil. )
And I've got to add... I am ever so glad you wound up not leaving, and I hope you won't for a long, long time.
FormerlySid, Lusyd - and I hope I don't err by mentioning you both together at this moment... it's been hard to follow everything that's been going on with you, because it seems to change so often and so fast. I wish you both the best, regardless of whatever may happen. Both separately and together, you have made me smile. Lots.
I'll let everyone here in on a little secret... fundamentally, I'm pretty much content with my life right now. If whatever higher power might exist in the universe said to me right now, "Hey- you there- I have an offer for you! Things can pretty much stay the same for you, for as long as you'd like!", my first thought would be "Thanks, that's not a bad offer at all!" (It would be a better offer yet, if death had not yet claimed a few of those I care about, but...)
You see, I'll always be interested in this world. I'm always changing, even standing still. There's always something to learn. There's a lesson in every moment, and every aspect of being. Now, I don't always get or see these lessons. On bad days, I'm not even open to them. But these lessons are always there.
And I love that.
That's one reason I don't think I'll ever leave here, or go anon. I've been graced by knowing a lot of remarkable people on here, and they all add something to the whole set of thoughts that make me up.
For some of them, I would wish a level of drama that's equivalent to mine, so they can just relax and enjoy being themselves for a while. It's not that I wouldn't wish that for the others, but they seem to already be where they fit being. And that's a good thing.
But, getting back to that hypothetical offer? I'm not going to get it. (well, the odds are against it, although I am quite open to being proven wrong...)
No, the universe is always moving, and there comes a time when you have to fight a bit to make your place in it. Maybe I should have chosen my time a bit sooner, but past choices aside, I have work to do.
So, at least until the 27th, and maybe longer, I can't promise I'll be talking all that much. What I can promise is that I won't really be gone, and that I will always be here to listen, if I can help anyone by listening. I always have time to read, and think a bit, and respond. (Even if I don't always have time to look down inside myself and see what needs writing about from my perspective)
There are so many people around here that make this place for me. I'm going to mention a few. If you are reading, and you don't get mentioned this time, well, dammit, you still matter, and I'm sorry for skipping you, this time.
KatieKat - you always make my morning. Even on the days when we miss each other. You're also one of the rare people who has actually physically met me... and one that I am very, very glad is included in that number. You're an awesome mother, and a good friend, and someone I can't imagine not knowing.
Thaddius- you have a quiet grace to you, and you are always cheering me up. Even when I thought I was as cheery as I could be. You also have kept me from being a complete slackass about taking pictures... a few words of encouragment from you mean so very, very much- the difference between having a chore to do, and having fun.
Oh- and I love your pup, too.
velvet_petal- I think you're a rock of sanity and calm. I always find you reassuring (in a incredibly hot kind of way
). I think if I were to take someone as a role model around here, you would be a great choice. EDIT: All of you first three got way shorter entries than you deserve, by the way.
catdad You're my oldest friend on here. I'm glad you're still around. You're kind of my younger, cooler, west-coast opposite number. And someone who gets cats.
Franpire- I know I'm *really* glad I just happened to be reading one morning and chanced across your blog at just the right moment. What did I do to deserve such luck?
It's given me much happiness having you as a friend. Every time I see a comment from you, I smile. You've brightened my days lately, ever so much. I look forward to talking with you much, much more as time goes by.Ilectra You add so much to this whole place. You are the queen of silliness. I would probably not know most of the people that I know here if not for you and V2, for you're the ones that lured me into silliness. Take care of yourself, because you really matter to a lot of people, and I am definitely one of them. V2 gets lumped in with you, I'm afraid... but that's not intended to slight him. You two just seem to fit so well together, and this makes me
Incidentally, you two also have some (I am sure) astoundingly bad pictures of me that you were kind enough never to have posted. Thank you ever so much for that, it is deeply appreciated.
Mneylu- You are an artist in the highest sense, and your energy amazes me. I suspect you won't ever see this- especially with your current internet situation- but you deserve mention. You're also one of my rare pre-silliness friends, and that makes you extra special to me. I always love getting letters from you.
Allegro There's something about you that draws the attention, and holds it. (and quickens the pulse a bit <-- gross understatement ) You are endlessly interesting, and I am glad to know you. Even when I am slow writing, even when I start things and am slow to finish them, you are still not forgotten. Even when I haven't commented on some of the writings you've shared with us, I've still been fascinated. Sometimes, it's just hard to do justice.
You combine drama and life (as you relate it to us) in a good way.
I think you once said flirting was your favorite game... and I think you are someone who brings a positive light to that aspect of life. (IE: you use your powers for good, not evil. )And I've got to add... I am ever so glad you wound up not leaving, and I hope you won't for a long, long time.
FormerlySid, Lusyd - and I hope I don't err by mentioning you both together at this moment... it's been hard to follow everything that's been going on with you, because it seems to change so often and so fast. I wish you both the best, regardless of whatever may happen. Both separately and together, you have made me smile. Lots.
janegeraldine- I miss you! Come back soon! You are such a sweetheart! And you deserve more fawning over than I've done to this point.
CaptainJAllama- I think you would make a great Time Lord. For someone who looks at the world very differently than I do... you still never feel alien, though. I'm glad you're around, and I wish you all the best. Stick around and keep sharing your wisdom when you feel inclined.
Greaser For whatever reason, I feel you're kind of the Elvis of my circle on here, in a rock-star kind of way. Or maybe the Tom Jones. I'm jealous... in a friendly kind of way.
phrogg You're more the Jimmy Buffet of my social circle on here, and that rocks, too.
Also one of the rare people who has physically met me. And a gentleman.
BrightRedScream I think you're one of the legends of silliness. You mean a lot to a great many people, and you make this place better on a large scale.
dmac Like catdad, you're also a west-coaster who's (a) generally pretty damn awesome and (b) someone I am glad to have in my friends. We don't talk all that much, but I always read your blogs, and you pretty much rock. I admire your attitude.
RedRobin13 In all my time on here, I've started one appreciation thread. It was for you. I stand by that choice. Proudly. (Your wink is the Chuck Norris roundhouse kick of winks, and always will be...)
Ms_Magdalena I'm glad you're quiet lately. Not that I don't miss your blogs, but because I think you're off being happy with someone... and that makes me glad, for you both. I think it's well-deserved.
There are surprisingly many of you who are new. (JennRose, Marvel,googirl,Rory13,dreamergirl, Lunne, et al.) I look forward to having you as friends for a long time. Be well... and don't go anywhere. I'd miss you.
There are some of you that have moved on from SG. You will never see this, most likely (Loe, Dainty, rosehips,_rampage_,ClearBrightFire, FitzSimmons, et al.). I miss you all. I'm lucky enough to talk with one of you from time to time, but I wonder about all of you, and hope you each are well. I hope I sign on one day, and am surprised to see you back and posting.
There are a few people out there that I follow, that I hope will be friends sooner or later, as well.
And there's one person out there I really respect, who is another legend in these parts, even though we're not friends any more. I don't think that's from any animosity (and I know it's not on my part!) but just from having a different focus. And from me being slow to keep up with everything sometimes, and not always having the greatest degree of grace in correspondence. I can be so effin' awkward. *sigh* That person, should they stumble across this, and perhaps recognize themself, is wished the best. [And I use the plural to avoid giving away a gender.]
It just hit 4 AM a few minutes back. I need to study. I need to sleep. I need to write people. I need to think about what needs doing at work today. I need to just enjoy being here with my kitties, because they won't be here forever.
But then, I won't, either.
But then, also, I will be here, however you define that here, for a while yet. So I'm going to get to work and make of it what I can.
You know, it's not a bad life, is it? It's worth working on.
I am glad all of you are around... even if you weren't specifically mentioned.
My Saturday:
Gives:
Super Static 1
Super Static 2
Static 1
Static 2
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
Inside Main!
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
Do note that without the
It would be:
Inside Main!
Super Static 1
Super Static 2
Static 1
Static 2
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
This is just a fundamental thing- but it pays to review the fundamentals to the point where you don't even think about them.
Now, back to it...
class Foo {
{ System.out.println("Super Non Static 1");}
static{ System.out.println("Super Static 1");}
public int Bob = 7;
public static final Integer Sam = Integer.valueOf(10);
public static final int Ted = 3;
Foo(){
System.out.println("Super Constructor");
}
{ System.out.println("Super Non Static 2");}
static{ System.out.println("Super Static 2");}
}
class Bar extends Foo{
{ System.out.println("Non Static 1");}
static{ System.out.println("Static 1");}
Bar(){
System.out.println("Constructor");
}
{ System.out.println("Non Static 2");}
static{ System.out.println("Static 2");}
}
public class InitTest{
static Bar bq = new Bar();
public static void main(String[] args){
System.out.println("Inside Main!");
Bar b = new Bar();
}
}
Gives:
Super Static 1
Super Static 2
Static 1
Static 2
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
Inside Main!
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
Do note that without the
static Bar bq = new Bar();
It would be:
Inside Main!
Super Static 1
Super Static 2
Static 1
Static 2
Super Non Static 1
Super Non Static 2
Super Constructor
Non Static 1
Non Static 2
Constructor
This is just a fundamental thing- but it pays to review the fundamentals to the point where you don't even think about them.
Now, back to it...
Cut to the Chase
Rush
It is the fire that lights itself
But it burns with a restless flame
The arrow on a moving target
The archer must be sure of his aim
It is the engine that drives itself
But it chooses the uphill climb
A bearing on magnetic north
Growing farther away all the time
Can't stop - moving
Can't stop - moving
Can't stop
You may be right
It's all a waste of time
I guess that's just a chance
I'm prepared to take
A danger I'm prepared to face
Cut to the chase
It is the rocket that ignites itself
And launches its way to the stars
A driver on a busy freeway
Racing the oblivious cars
It's the motor of the western world
Spinning off to every extreme
Pure as a lover's desire
Evil as a murderer's dream
Young enough not to care too much
About the way things used to be
I'm young enough to remember the future -
The past has no claim on me
I'm old enough not to care too much
About what you think of me
But I'm young enough to remember the future
And the way things ought to be
What kind of difference
Can one person make?
Cut to the chase.
Rush
It is the fire that lights itself
But it burns with a restless flame
The arrow on a moving target
The archer must be sure of his aim
It is the engine that drives itself
But it chooses the uphill climb
A bearing on magnetic north
Growing farther away all the time
Can't stop - moving
Can't stop - moving
Can't stop
You may be right
It's all a waste of time
I guess that's just a chance
I'm prepared to take
A danger I'm prepared to face
Cut to the chase
It is the rocket that ignites itself
And launches its way to the stars
A driver on a busy freeway
Racing the oblivious cars
It's the motor of the western world
Spinning off to every extreme
Pure as a lover's desire
Evil as a murderer's dream
Young enough not to care too much
About the way things used to be
I'm young enough to remember the future -
The past has no claim on me
I'm old enough not to care too much
About what you think of me
But I'm young enough to remember the future
And the way things ought to be
What kind of difference
Can one person make?
Cut to the chase.
I went to bed (considerably) later than usual last night.
This morning, I woke up at pretty much the usual time, although I had set my alarms an hour later. Heh.
I'm going to need to go by the vet's today, or at the very latest, tomorrow. I've (nearly) used up my first box of syringes. Funny to think that around two months ago, I had never given a shot. Now, it's fairly routine.
Fearless has obviously started gaining weight again, which is a good thing (he was down a bit). Apparently all the shots are not too much of a trauma, because he presents himself every morning when it's time.
I got a wonderful card from Franpire yesterday, which made me no end. On the off chance that you haven't already... these sets need (and very much deserve) some comment love:
In Between Husbands
Psychedlic Summer
Let's see... anything else? No. And I have an hour I should be using to go over answers I got wrong yesterday, so that's it for now...
EDIT: oh... there was one thing. I just remembered I had a dream last night about a new programming tool. There are, in Java and elsewhere what are called "design patterns"- kind of a grand strategy for tackling a given problem. Anyway, this tool let one work from the pattern down. It worked entirely too well to exist outside of a dream... for now, at least.
Nice dream though. Apparently there was still a use for programmers even with this nearly magical tool around.
This morning, I woke up at pretty much the usual time, although I had set my alarms an hour later. Heh.
I'm going to need to go by the vet's today, or at the very latest, tomorrow. I've (nearly) used up my first box of syringes. Funny to think that around two months ago, I had never given a shot. Now, it's fairly routine.
Fearless has obviously started gaining weight again, which is a good thing (he was down a bit). Apparently all the shots are not too much of a trauma, because he presents himself every morning when it's time.
I got a wonderful card from Franpire yesterday, which made me
no end. On the off chance that you haven't already... these sets need (and very much deserve) some comment love:In Between Husbands
Psychedlic Summer
Let's see... anything else? No. And I have an hour I should be using to go over answers I got wrong yesterday, so that's it for now...
EDIT: oh... there was one thing. I just remembered I had a dream last night about a new programming tool. There are, in Java and elsewhere what are called "design patterns"- kind of a grand strategy for tackling a given problem. Anyway, this tool let one work from the pattern down. It worked entirely too well to exist outside of a dream... for now, at least.
Nice dream though. Apparently there was still a use for programmers even with this nearly magical tool around.
I believe the saying is... "It's on!"
Now, I think I shall flit about here for a bit, take one more practice test, and get to sleep.
Now, I think I shall flit about here for a bit, take one more practice test, and get to sleep.
