Brenna: “Outside of Austin you realize how miniscule and irrelevant your existance is to the rest of the world, but in Austin, you’re part of the process, you’re living art, you’re changing things and moving things and shaking things up and you never notice when everything stays the same, and if they do, you think it’s because of you. Everyone is part of the scene and the scenery. You not only know the cross-dressing homeless guy on the corner by name, you voted for him for mayor. The waitress bringing you your meal used to go out with a friend of yours and you’re planning on getting drinks when she gets off work. The bartender at the pub where you bought your first legal beer still remembers your birthday, and he’s opened his own pub down the street where he still makes the rounds to see that everyone is happy.”

A good, well rejoinder of a sort, to a recent CowboyD post…

Senor Dude: “I just can’t think of a [better?] time in my life than when I worked at FundsXpress. I had the freedom to express myself in the programs that I wrote, but most of all, I loved everyone that I worked with…. Going in to work was a pleasure because I couldn’t wait to see everybody and laugh with them.”

Make sure to go check out Arley’s post from the last week…: he’s done a good job of telling jokes through links, as always.

“I don’t like the Manheim Steamroller shit.”
–Michael Sr. speaks out

Here’s a quick, clean, and fun way to get pure XML from your DOMs:

import javax.xml.transform.TransformerFactory;
import javax.xml.transform.Transformer;
import javax.xml.transform.dom.DOMSource;
import javax.xml.transform.stream.StreamResult;
import javax.xml.transform.TransformerException;
import javax.xml.transform.OutputKeys;

import java.io.StringWriter;

public class XMLOut {


    private static String toStringJAXP(org.w3c.dom.Document dom)
	throws
	    TransformerException
    {

	//
	// Get out Transformer via Ye Olde Factory...
	//
	TransformerFactory fact = TransformerFactory.newInstance();
	Transformer trans = fact.newTransformer();

	//
	// Set output to be XML
	//
	trans.setParameter(OutputKeys.METHOD, "xml");

	//
	// Wrap up dom as our source
	//
	DOMSource domSrc = new DOMSource(dom);

	//
	// We'll write to xmlString through StreamResult...
	//
	StringWriter xmlString = new StringWriter();
	StreamResult result = new StreamResult(xmlString);

	trans.transform(domSrc, result);

	return xmlString.toString();
    }

}

Ain’t that exciting?

Yuh!

Subject: Cote’
Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 07:59:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Kinman

Allright Cote’, I give. Which little scamp are you in
your 1st and 2nd grade fotes? I’ve thought of
printing
them out and drawing beards on all of the little boys’
faces to help with the determination.

I’m going to guess you’re the rather round boy in the
redshirt in your third grade photo. Perhaps before
your metabolism caught up with your eating prowess?

Matt

As I was telling JP this morning…
in the first grade fote, I’m the little lad in the second row from the top, 4th over from the left.
And, indeed, in the third grade fote I’m the gordito, second row from the top, second in from the left: just look at that smile!

Well, folks, last week I was the traveling man: I caped off a half
week in Seattle by driving all the way up to Ft. Worth to visit
family. My mother scrounged up some old class fotes that are only
of interest because they reveal that our very own Cally transplant,
Miss. Brenna, was,
in fact, in my 1st and 3rd grade class. Or, at least, someone who
looks damn near like she’d look at that age:

My second time in 1st grade.

3rd Grade.

Also, you might spot a wee Sarah
(née) Radin — last seen getting married — in that 3rd grade picture.

FuckedCompany.com – FX-talk:

They are rolling out the ol’ chopping block again. DR finally got rid of his lackey in MIS so he can run the show. It was about this time last year that they started to lay people off and I bet’cha they will do another round before the end of the year to become even more profitable. So watch your butt because it might get caught in the grinder.

I don’t know who “DR” is, or whatever, but there’s a lone new post on the FXHFSC, well, from Dec 7th.

It was a cold February in 1997 and an aspiring lad by the name of Jean-Pierre Louis had a simple question…