No bull, really how much ?
I think that I am just winging it most of the time.
Just now, while I’m translating the Release Logs : I copied them to my computer, but they’re on a cms system, don’t have a clue what this is. Anyway I copy the images that I must link to locally. I make perfecty good links in the WYSIWYG part of Nvu : won’t work. Click on the image-that-links-to-the-big-picture go into the source and my cursor is at the end on an event line full of things I can’t figure out : so I delete that line, right ?
I’ve mass-deleted in Emacs all those lines from all the files and everything is fine now.
so when i try to do stuff on the computer, and it breaks, i simple google the error and stuff. if i get an answer, i can read it fast, then act like i remembered after reading parts, and it makes me look like im smart.
“another great thing about the mac is upgrades, On a pc you have to open up your case swap out your video cards, change jumpers. On the mac, when its time to upgrade you just pick it up throw it away, and buy a new one, now thats convenience!” - Gus Sorola Rooster Teeth
For starters …I have absolutely NO CLUE about what you´re
rambling about in your first post - no problem…as long as YOU do…
we´ll all get along just fine
Seriously…
Do I have a clue?
WELL?!..
DO I? (Said with Krusty the clown voice)
As a matter of fact IF in fact… I have a clue
it would be that I have no clue at all.
That is…most of the time I go around imagining that
I have a clue about a great deal of things but I usually
end up discovering that I really have no clue.
On the other hand… when I watch other people try to
do the same stuff I have no clue about - I realize that
they have no clue either and if I do better than them in
some areas - then they must be virtually clueless, however
them being clueless does not really matter to me other
than being some form of “personal” measurement system.
Here’s when you realise you don’t know what you’re doing:
Lenny: Those lousy Germans can’t fire me. I’m the only one who knows how to unjam the rod bottom dissociator.
Karl: Well, they can’t fire me. I’m the only one certified to run the gaseous contaminant particular [sic] fire.
Homer: Well, they can’t fire me!
Lenny and Karl: Why?
Homer: Because… [long silence]
On the whole, I’d say I was a bit of a hack. I don’t know what I’m doing all day long. I learn meaningless stuff all the time and bluff my way by on that. It doesn’t bother me because I always look at the big picture and consider that in this meaningless universe, even if people know what they’re doing, they know what they are doing about something which is ultimately meaningless and that puts them in the same leaky boat as me.