Thursday, June 26, 2014
Johnny Half-Ass Planet
Update : Vault-Co Reader Found This Link To Information About This Winnarz System of Victory
It is likely running a WinCE minimal OS underneath with a simple graphic display, probably a driver for a VGA LCD with a magnetic reader.
I had thought for a while of using WinCE as a host for VOS until I got some experience actually coding for it and deploying apps to it. It's a toy. It was heavily promoted by M$ but never really ready for prime-time. It is the Hasbro plastic M-16 with forward assist of the embedded world.
It is attractive because much of the hardware and API is so standardised, but I have not found it reliable.
You can't see the code for it clearly here but this is a common exception thrown in these situations and whoever worked on these units for the city neglected to put a simple trap (try-catch block) for it on the outside of the code. Guarantee you if you got a look at the code running on this thing you'd be astonished it was actually deployed in that condition, with no review or oversight. It would be something that had cost millions and was likely hacked together overseas offshore by some guy whose brother landed an outsourcing contract and together the two of them had less than a week's experience writing apps for WinCE. They likely just punched it together with one code fragment at a time until they got something that could pass muster at the tender review but mysteriously somehow skipped the whole ISO-9000 blah-blah-blah that nobody ever actually does they just sign off on it lying that they did do it and then they burn it onto some flash and send it to the factory which is in Thailand also with no oversight or quality control whatsoever and they make ten million of these cheap things.
I'm not picking on this particular unit or this particular instance. I'm saying … everything in our civilisation is totally johnny half-ass. Everything. All people do is talk about how sophisticated and enlightened and advanced we all are and you are and I am … but you know people by their fruits and this looks like a handful of catsh*t thrown at a brick wall by a madwoman.
At the end of the day, most of the remnants of Western civilisation talk about our destiny amongst the stars in our pyjamas talking on our tricorders and beaming here and there in our advanced edjamafacashunal society and you know what … I'm not seeing it.
I'm trying to imagine modern winnarz starting a colony on mars and waking up one morning to see this message on their oxygen generator with a note on the dialog message window reading "CONTACT MANUFACTURER" and it is a company that went out of business ten years ago somewhere in India.
I don't think this current generation is going to explore outer space in their pyjamas and breech belts talking into their tricorders. I'd settle for just keeping the lights on and gasoline below $50 a litre. Hell, I'd be happy if one in ten people could demonstrate the literacy that used to be commonly insisted upon to graduate from the third grade. That looks increasingly unlikely going into the future.
Consider all the programmers and software developers out of work right now in the West and imagine not one of them being sourced to take part in this or to personally see to it that it was done right. Instead just imagine a big long line of government halfwits with a taxpayer funded check book doing this in the way that seemed best to them. The results are what you'd expect. Everything completely half-ass and increasingly unaccountable to the people who paid for it. It seems to decay with no one to speak of it and nobody to see it except for the people who have decided there is no point in mentioning it.
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
THE SECOND COMING
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?