A link to Computer Jobs in Israel in this feed by a “yoz” piqued my curiosity. Google assured me that this must be infamous british Perl hacker Yoz Graham, whose real name is Yoram.
Lots of good stuff on his blog, BTW: an Excel rant (Dad: But that’s ridiculous. I don’t believe you. Everyone knows how to use Excel. You’ve got a bloody computer science degree. How can you not know how to use Excel?
), a rave about the new star in CPAN, IO::All (And it is marvellous: if Perl is the Swiss Army Chainsaw then this is the new light saber attachment – can’t do anything you couldn’t do previously but it slices through most IO jobs in one or two lines, from file slurping (one line, obviously) to creating a forking server (er, two lines). This Perl.com piece would be a great introduction if another burst of coding from Ingy hadn’t rendered it half-obsolete a mere three days later.
), and this fine Wired parody:
Pausing only to spill some famous London ale down the front of his XXL-sized rugby shirt, Barry outlined some key points in the rapidly-evolving lexicon of British desire. “So what you do, right, is you spot a nice tart over by the bar and you think, lovely, I’ll have a bit of that. And you tip her the wink, you know? And then, if she looks back at you, she’s gagging for it.”
“Just like Bluetooth signalling,” I commented as I tapped hurried notes into my Zaurus. “Ingenious!”