When using VIM in insert mode, when I try and move around with the arrow keys, it inserts A, B, C and D instead. Not completely sure why, but typing:
seems to fix the problem. You can make this permanent by sticking
in .vimrc in your home directory. Anyone know why?!
This is a quick guide on how to get a file anywhere in your webhost’s file tree to serve its content as if it was part of WordPress – this can be useful if you already have a site that you only want to use WordPress for part of, or if you have WordPress that is installed in a subdirectory separate from the rest of your site, but you want to “export” a bit of it elsewhere.
Use with caution!!
Being a developer, I spend quite a bit of time playing around with programming bits and bobs. A little while ago, I had a relatively old Nokia that supported J2ME (without floating point) so I decided to try and write a simple 3d renderer for it – having no FPU (floating point unit) I had to write an integer math library, and sine/cosine lookup tables against the math library. This was all good stuff, and reminded me some of the maths I learnt at uni, and some good optimization tricks.
Glassfish is a reference implentation of the Java EE 6 application server – it’s fairly easy to download and get running, but I wanted to get it running automatically on system startup on my linux server (which at the moment is running on coLinux – probably post about separately that at some point).
I’m assuming you’ve got the glassfish .zip, and extracted it to
/opt/glassfishv3… and you’re running a debian-based OS (like Debian Lenny, or Ubuntu). These commands assume you’re either running as root, or prepend all of them with sudo…
Hello, I’m Seb.
I’m a developer from England, currently focussed on backend stuff for games.
I’ve been working with basically everything to do with web, web services and cloud for the last 15 years on a variety of projects, and I’m currently Technical Director of Live Services for Creative Assembly.
I also do a fair amount of freelance web work, building things like CMS, ERP, eCommerce whatsits and associated paraphernalia.
I live with my wonderful wife and kids in Brighton, and when I’m not technical directing, I’m probably near a piano.
Anyway, feel free to have a read of some of my (relatively infrequent) posts – mostly geeky musings, but you never know…
I like DropBox. I like Android. I just wish there was a way to continously sync my dropbox folders with my phone so they’re always up to date… here’s a way I use to get round this limitation
I read the word “Digitoneurolinguistic” in an XKCD comic, about 3 hours after it appeared on Google Reader:
I’ve coined this dNLP because it looks fancy. I might try and drop it into a conversation somehow…
Anyway, it sounded like an intriguing concept; after a quick Google, I found nothing – I’ve done a bit of freelance work for a Hypnotherapy company / practice / clinic (what do you call it?!) in the past, and have read a lot of their site content about neurolinguistic programming (not the digito- kind though) and started wondering what the digital equivalent might be like.
EDIT (2011-07-18): This is a brief summary of my experience of laser eye surgery. It’s now almost a year since I had it done, and I’ve still got perfect vision. Absolutely worth every second of discomfort!
The short version
To do laser magic, they slice a flap in your eye, peel back the flap, laser it a bit, then put it back together.
And you have to be awake and watch the whole thing for some reason…
- Intralase: expensive. Safer. Better results. For my eyes, expensive==better. They make the slice with another laser instead of a knife.
- Wavefront: expensive. Dunno really what it does. Didn’t care. As above.
I opted for Intralase + Wavefront
The long version
- Consider it. Decide on it.
- Save up for it.
- Give up saving, take inheritance money.
- Get quote: £1895/eye
- Say “no. £3,000 all up ok?”
- “Yes ok.”
Wait a bit
Wait a bit more
- Wake up
- Put on glasses
- 10:30am, go to optical express in the shopping centre.
- Go upstairs, still in the shopping centre.
- Sit in waiting room
- 10:35am they take you in and put some drops in (dilate and anaesthetic)
- Pupils go the size of watermelons. Actually bigger than your head.
- Eyes feel like they’re not in your head anymore
- Get put on “laser chair”.
- First, to hold your eye in position, they put this see-through suction cap on the eyeball.
- Then press. REALLY, REALLY HARD.
- (I think my eye might pop?)
- “Oh dear. It fell off. Oh well, let’s try again”
Well that hurt.
- Surgeon moves the Intralase (the flap making laser) into position, gear it up
- It then gears down immediately.
- “Oh.” says eye surgeon
- “That’s odd. It seems to have stopped.”
- “Hmm. How strange. You work in computers don’t you? You know how computers can get themselves in a bit of muddle…”
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK!?
- “Oh, it’s ok. It’s started again. “
- “Right. Let’s have another go shall we?”
- Feels like they’re jabbing your eyeball with needles.
- Turns out the anaesthetic isn’t that strong…
- “Good. Next eye”
- Hmm. Didn’t hurt that time.
- *POP* remove the suction caps
Now it gets a bit messed up. Actually, really fucked up.
- Surgeon says “Right, just going to move the flap out the way”.
- He fiddles around with a pair of tweesers on your eyeball trying to grab the flaps – really, really digusting.
- Moves the flap out the way, everything goes crazy frosted glass looking
- They swivel you into place for the actual laser bit
- *CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK*
- Happens for about 35 seconds – each click is the laser lasering a bit
- WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?
- “Um, why can I smell burning hair?”
- “Oh, that’s your eyeball.”
- Job done, more fannying around with tweesers to put the flap back
- Flap in place, bit sore, can’t really see anything – everything’s really, really bright
- Into darkened room for 10 minutes.
- Send you home – can’t really open your eyes at all because it’s all too bright.
- Get home, put on stupid sleeping goggles, sleep for a bit
- Wake up, listen to radio, keep eyes closed.
Full night’s sleep later…
- Saturday morning, wake up.
- Open eyes.
- I can see.
Well that’s clever.
- Head back to Optical Express for 10:30am
- “Ah Mr. Maynard. Please try and read the bottom line of the sight chart”
- “Yep, perfect. Thanks. You can drive yourself home now.”