I can see my *work* from here!
It seems GoogleMaps updated the antwerp region with hi-res pictures.
I can now see perfectly where I work and where my previous car was parked and everything.
I can see my *work* from here!
It seems GoogleMaps updated the antwerp region with hi-res pictures.
I can now see perfectly where I work and where my previous car was parked and everything.
I can see my *work* from here!
Alright, first things first. Wednesday, I went to a rehearsal of the upcoming band: Blade.
This is the new self-proclaimed *evil sXe hardcore* band, of my neighbour xJanx aka xStoopidx.
The thing I find important in this kind of music is the adrenaline/anger feeling you get in some parts of the songs. Well, if this is what makes hardcore good, Blade is doing one hell of a job.
I took some (stupid) pictures, which you can view right here: Blade Rehearsal. (again, hosted on Picasa Web-Albums)
By the way, the band was not complete. They were missing their singer at the time.
Other thing I wanted to get out onto the web is the following:
The belgian government managed to miscalculate their annual tax budget…
They had a difference of near one billion euro’s.
According to spokesmen of the government it was due to software that produces the numbers on which they base their calculations.
Afterwards it was admitted that this erronous result was due to some employee not filling in the correct code (or field, whatever…) in the software.
When I heard the news, I instantly had this quote in my mind:
“Data quality starts with data entry”
I’ve seen this quote so many times being appropriate for discussion I frequently have with our end-users, but never brought it forward. Next time I will (bring it forward), and use this funny story as an argument.
The Shetland pony I took care of, for as long as I can remember, died yesterday.
She died of age (around 38′ish) and weariness. On top of that, a wound covered by fly-maggots was causing her much pain and the vet decided it would be better to give her a shot.
We agreed to make her suffering stop. As I gently petted her head, I saw the final bit of poison go out of the needle and I started crying.
Here’s to Dora.