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Getting totally ridiculous and survive

I will report here happened to me in kind: "more stupid than me, you die." I'm not dead, so we must believe that there must be more stupid.
I have a (small) excuse, I was young. Not very very young (21 years), but enough, especially for me who have matured very late (how that, I am not yet?).

So this year, I had to go to England, a small port in Cornwall, Falmouth, for an exchange student. A graduate of the Ecole des Beaux-Arts de Marseille came to Falmouth in the second quarter of the school year and I went to Falmouth for the third quarter.

Here I am, with my luggage, first by train from Marseille to Calais, then from there to London where I had to take another train from London to Falmouth. It is from the moment I arrived in London it started to m *** er. First I made all around the city by metro, the circular line because I have not taken in the right direction.
Good, I can still at the station. I already know that I did not train for Falmouth until morning. I start looking for a bed and breakfeast "for the night. Once installed in the room, I go to the station to get my ticket, saying that it is always it's less I have to do tomorrow morning.
Here at the station, I understand that, no, actually, there is a train for Falmouth this evening in not very long. I say "damn, it's stupid to pay a hotel night, so I could take the train there."
After my post, I returned post-haste to the hotel, told the gentleman that finally I have a train tonight. He agreed to refund me and I go again with all speed to the station, after collecting my luggage.
I come to the train, settle down beside a gentleman, very English in its appearance. Suddenly: "shit, my ticket!" And as I look in my bag, everywhere, no ticket. Shit, no ticket, I had forgotten at the hotel. But the train is leaving in a short time, even though the hotel is not far, I have no time to recover.
I turn then to the gentleman next door and he somehow explains my problem. He wants to help me and we went in search of the conductor asked him to delay a little the start, while I make a jump to the hotel to get my ticket. When and where we find the gentleman chic tells him what happens, I put hand in my coat pocket and finds ... YES ... you guessed it: my train ticket.
So I leave this one in my pocket and shows the two men looking at me smiling a little nervously. "Ah, women said the gentleman, they are all like that!"

Well, here I am again in my train, which departs at last towards Falmouth. But the story is not finished. During the journey, I realize the conversations taking place around me, not really, this train is not going to Falmouth tonight, I misunderstood. Truro is only up to thirty kilometers. A straw! As it is already nearly 24 hours that I travel from Marseille and I am out with fatigue and nerves, I start to cry.
Nobody pays attention to me, fortunately.

At the train station in Truro, I ask the employee who collects the tickets at the exit where there is a telephone. Since I do not see myself spending the night in Truro, I think to call the school director asking him to pick me up.
Hearing me ask that and probably saw my look completely clueless, a couple who had come for their son to the station and passing through Falmouth, I propose to accompany me. However, I spend my call and I come to warn that the director gives these people the address where to drop me off. It is 11 o'clock.

I finally arrive in Falmouth, about 11:30 ET I wake up the lady in charge of hosting students for it lead me to my room.

And here is my odyssey ends. The English are really nice and helpful for most. At least they were back then. And they took pity on this poor little gourd that accumulated French co *** ies.

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My first poll: easy opening

Just to save blogitexpress my first poll.

Poll inspired by a note from maevina (link to his blog in my links).

When you see a package says "easy open" what do you do?

* I open the process with easy opening and I always come	0%
* I try to open the process with easy-open, but I can not, so I ended up taking scissors (knife)	50%
thingy * I study carefully to understand as is done, then I try and usually I succeed	16.66%
* I study carefully to understand how the widget is done and I flaps on the scissors (knife )	16.66%
* I try to understand: I am directly scissors (knife): experience inside	16.66%

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Books and fish

I think those who used to visit my blog a bit, know that reading is one of my passions. It is
clearly see how my house is filled. A home gives a good idea of the person (or persons) living (live) in it. Those who come to me there are mainly books and fish.

Since 2000 when we began to look at the aquarium (the real one, not that of maintaining an unfortunate goldfish in a jar or tray tiny compared to the real needs), the number aquariums in our house has followed a steep curve. Each site was studied in order to add a tray.
Then when my husband started getting sick and could not longer perform the same way the technical management, we had to begin to decline. Eventually he will not stay me "only" three bins, the largest since a large tank is easier to manage (and harder to sell, especially full) a small tray. More than a tank or hospital emergency it is always good to have on.

Regarding books, I brought with me, moving in with my man my collection that was already important. Mostly paperbacks. I'm not a bibliophile in the sense of "love of fine books and rare books." What I like most is the content, even if I have a few art books.

But fourteen years, counting my daughter also loves books, the number of those following at home has always increased. Now every place is studied in order to add to a library.
In our room, we had already added there is one to two years, two libraries (the IKEA Billy, I do not know if you know them, but they are very good, easy to assemble and very simple form, So based on any surroundings.Its). It was planned with him that we add on the same wall a third.
So I did and I'm currently filling it. Or rather to reorganize all my books, which is no mean feat.
I also want to try to throw someone, but I can not. It's not that I'm addicted to the subject, here again, it's more that I wonder if I would not want to read it again. When I get to answer me as decidedly not, I shall not want, then I throw.
There is also the case of "classic". An example: "Wuthering Heights". Here is a book I have tried many times to start and fell from my hands every time. However, I keep it anyway in case my daughter would have to study it. If it turns it does not need it, it will fall to the trap to the next sort.

Then I went to other parts of the house. I already know I want to add some shelves in my hallway. I know where and how. In the room of my daughter as I am studying the possibility of redevelopment to make it more ergonomic and add shelves for his books of hers who, for now, are in my library because it has not enough room.
For now, it will stop there, but it will take me quite some time to do all this.

When everything is a little longer in place, I'd pictures of my existing libraries. Then later when she comes.

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Reporting

Here, take a long time I did not make the shot "I remember." This memory is much less ancient than the memories I have already mentioned in this blog.
It dates back to when my daughter was in elementary school. I was then part of an association of parents and I attended the meetings which were held at school on Saturday morning.
That day we spoke of an incident that had been much talk among the parents.
That first story:

It involves a mother who was also part of the association for many years. She had two girls in school both for many years also in the establishment. Much that was already at the primary and a girl who was last kindergarten class. One morning the teacher of his second daughter (who was also director of the school) appears in front of it a bump. She asks the child (5 years): "What is it?" The boy replied: "It's mom who did this to me." It is neither one nor two, it sets in motion a process of reporting, only without talking to the mom to know her story.
The next day the mother is called to the school doctor who asks her to undress the child to see if she has no bruises elsewhere.

The mother, who is kind of quite nervous and a little big mouth, did what he said without mufti. But once out, it starts to make a scandal with other moms, a member of the association and also her friends. She is outraged that we have been able to both think she beat her daughter and make a report without hearing it before.
As I know I talk to her and explain what happened. In fact the girl is a little demon in the air of an angel. The day of the incident, she annoyed her sister who was trying to do his homework. The mother takes her by the arm and tries to bring out the kid in the room of his sister. She struggled and managed to drop his mother. But given that it derives from his side from a stroke and pat his head on the doorpost. In his child's head, if she has this bump is the fault of his mother, where his response to the teacher.

So we end this meeting (the mom in question is not there) and before we start talking about something else, the director has to tell us about this incident to "silence the rumors," she said. So it tells you what I said at the beginning. She adds that she also reported the reaction to the medical school indignant mom and they both conclude that if the mother has this reaction is that there is something fishy.

On my seat, I feel anger. I think "this mother has been known for a long time there has never been a problem with his children, neither large nor small who are in that school for years and saw a small bump (it also had two days when it instit is seen) and a childish response, it immediately triggers the reporting process and the more one enjoys the rumor with the terms fishy ".

When the director asks if anyone has anything to say and I see that the "friends" of the mother does not react, I can not help but open my big mouth. Therefore I speak in these terms.

I begin by saying that instead of this mother I would probably react the same way, indignant. What I hear reporting process and I'd hear about human relations. it might be had first heard the mother before coming here, especially that this mum is known and there has never been a problem with her children. And he was still time to file a report if it happened again.

She replied that I do not know what I'm talking about (thank you contempt) and wait a second incident is too late.

Well, I do not mind that there may be some cases where there is an emergency, then it does not seem the case at all. At least hear the version of the mother before. But it would have required that a principal is able to communicate with parents other than the aggressive mode, which was not the case.

So what I remember most of it is lack of communication from the woman who sheltered behind a process for fear of facing a parent.
The other thing I remember is the cowardice of the so-called friends of the mom who said nothing, then they supported it before her.
And finally, how quickly we can spread a rumor and especially how we can interpret a reaction (she was indignant, so that it has something to be ashamed).

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After the color bar, here are square. An animated gif a little heavy, but otherwise it would have been too small. It is prettier in 400x400, but still heavier (almost 2 MB).

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Joke telephone

The lab where I work is on three levels. Tuesday I needed to show something to a person (call it D) to where I work, that is to say the lowest. Him, sometimes works at the same level as me, but also the third where his office.
Having looked down, I decided to call his office at the top. It is not he who answer me, but someone else. Not recognizing the voice, I just ask to speak to D. without introducing myself.
Then the person speaking to me again to tell me he is not in the immediate vicinity, but it will get him, I know it (call S.). However, it does not keep the phone in his ear, so I can not tell her who I am and leave a message for D. without disturbing more than that. I hear that works, works.
Then I see her pass me. I said to myself, convinced that the person I'm looking for is at the top: "Ah, well no, then it was not it ".
then I hear the person who won said:" hey D. someone on the phone for you "I tell
D. I need to see him down." But I'm here, "he replied and he appears in front of me.

I realizes that I called upstairs to talk to D. was the same floor as me and went down two floors S. me to pass, when he was only a few meters from me.

All because I did not recognize immediately the voice of S., that I did not attend and did not recognize mine either.

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Yesterday, I had to go into town, so I joined the business with pleasure (or rather the pleasant with the useful) through a supply store for Fine Arts. The kind of very dangerous place for me.
Reason: I have no Colorex "Turkey red", so I MUST buy me a drink.
Then I threw a glance (fatal) on colored pencils and I could not resist the call of a box of 40 crayons Caran d'Ache "Prismalo. That is to say who is both pencil and watercolor. I apologize, it was not expensive. Less than a penny the pencil, which, when you see the price of good quality pencils is given.

short, got home and having no particular idea of drawing (from my "wife jewelry" is the desert in the pictorial inspiration), I just tested colors. And here is the result. I give you today the "color bar". Tomorrow we will see the square. Click on the small bar, you'll see a very large (and very long above).

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Change Blog

Hello everyone!

Following multiple views of different people who have made many comments, this blog has just undergone a facelift ...
So feel free to post your comments and ideas regarding the new layout!

Typically, I'm looking for a color and a font of interesting code blocks ... Reviews welcome ;-)

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Journal of mourning

I opened another blog: "diary of a bereavement." I am trying to import all of the notes relevant to the death of my husband and all my experience from that.

I wanted to remove these notes following this blog, but at the same time it would remove your comments, so I do not do it.

Everything else I have to say on this subject, I'd do it there when I finish everything imported.

Here's the link: http://journal-deuil.blogspot.com/

PS: The previous note: "test" was to test the new version from blogger.com. She walks on three legs a bit, I think, but ...

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Pig

I always wanted to have a pet pig, one of these minipigs, often black and wrinkled. So when I saw in the catalog for a publisher specializing in books on animals, a book on minipigs, I ordered it.

I received it yesterday and I've almost finished reading it.

I ais essentiellemnt learned that I probably will never minipigs. We must be able to live outside the animal and I live in an apartment, so it's cooked. And I will never afford to pay me a house. Ais I also learned that despite its name, a dwarf pig is still between 40 and 80 pounds in adulthood, making it still a hulking beast, impossible to get an apartment. He needs to dig much of the day (hence the need for an outside).

I would just like dogs and cats throughout the world, so there!

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Analysis Services 2000 Service Pack 4 - Anti DSO remote weapon!

Hello everyone! If the steering

Analysis Services 2000 via the namespace DSO is extremely simple, as we saw earlier, it is nevertheless surprising that the connection is done properly without a connection string well formed.
Indeed, only the server name is provided in connection with the DSO. The connection string is then retrieved by the registry, decrypted, and provides access to the Analysis Services Repository.

In practice, Analysis Services stores two encrypted connection strings in the registry:
- a first string for local connections:
Provider = Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0; Data Source = C: \\ Program Files \\ Microsoft Analysis Services \\ Bin \\ Msmdrep.mdb
- a second channel for remote connections:
Provider = Microsoft.Jet.OLEDB.4.0; Data Source = \\ \\ \u0026lt;servername> \\ MsOLAPRepository $ \\ msmdrep. mdb

You'll notice here that the Repository for Analysis Services 2000 is stored in an Access database.

From SP3, a bug appeared on the connection with the DSO. Unfortunately, the HOTFIX realize at the time was not included in Service Pack 4 Analysis Services 2000.
Indeed, the encryption of the remote connection string fails. It follows that the connection string decrypted by the DSO is invalid.

Thus, when a remote connection via DSO, the following message may be granted:
The Can not connect to repository. OLAP Server: Error: \u0026lt;servername> [Microsoft] [ODBC Driver Manager] Data source name too long

The misunderstanding often comes from the fact that the same action performed with a local connection is not a problem, a blurring Just over the tracks of correction.

A bug so insidious, for which there is a HOTFIX here. The reference description is HOTFIX KB907323 .
More simply, you can change the value of containing the key chain remote connection by performing a right click on the name of your server in Analysis Manager in the menu "Edit Repository Connection String".

course, it is totally unnecessary to pass this HOTFIX if you have no problems ;-)

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Make a cube process dynamically ... A New Blogger in

Hello everyone!
Many of you may have hoped one day to perform a Process Analysis Services cube dynamically in an application. The namespace
DSO (Decision Support Objects) allows you to connect to Analysis Services server offers a simple and intuitive API based on COM components through Interop.
The namespace is available in the DSO framework 1.1 and can drive Analysis Services 2000 and 2005. The namespace
AMO (Analysis Management Object - Microsoft.AnalysisServices) replaced advantageously the namespace in the DSO framework 2.0.

Here are some basics for using DSO ...

The following code allows for a connection to the local server:
DSO.ServerClass dsoServer DSO.ServerClass = new ();
dsoServer.Connect ("localhost");

Then it is possible to position based on "Test" as follows:
DSO.Database dsoDB dsoServer.MDStores.Item = ("Test");

Finally, a cube or dimension can be given identified as follows:
DSO.Cube dsoCube dsoDB.MDStores.Item = ("Moncube");
DSO.Dimension dsoDim dsoDB.Dimensions.Item = ("MaDimension");

The process of the cube or one dimension is then very easily done:
dsoDim.Process (DSO.ProcessTypes.processFull)
dsoCube.Process (DSO.ProcessTypes.processFull)

If you change the cube dynamically (adding or deleting dimension modification of the terms of jointness, ...), it is necessary to update the cube before performing the process:
dsoCube.Update ();

Think of you always Logout - typically in the finally your try-catch blocks:
dsoServer.Disconnect ();

... And for the use of AMO ...

The following code allows for a connection to the local server:
Microsoft.AnalysisServices.Server amoServer Microsoft.AnalysisServices.Server = new ();
amoServer.Connect ("Data Source = localhost");

The Process the cube is equally simple:
amoServer.Databases ["Test"]. Cubes ["Moncube"]. Process ();

Note the names of the collections much cleaner (instead of Databases MDStores).

A simple steering for government applications interactive! But be careful not to forget that a process cube can be a costly action, and it is often not very fashionable to make the data unavailable during the day ;-)

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satisfaction of accomplishment

I planned to do a lot of things today and ... I did everything! And more. It is not beautiful that!

Program:

-Go to the Post Office to pick up my package (I do not even remember what it was actually two books, one on pet pigs and the other cichlids Malawi)
remove sub-
tinkering food-buy two I missed (they were transformed into five odd jobs, but we all know what it is when we go into a store, it is rare that one comes out with only what they had come to buy)
-fill the tank of my car-repair
my daughter's pants
-Clean shelf in my driveway and put the drawers that I bought in the week to store shoes
-vacuuming

I even spent the mop and strolled on the forums. A busy day. A few weeks ago I was unable to do this. The form returns. A little stress is gone (although there is always sorrow), a few drugs that my doctor gave me (homeopathic, do not think I do drugs with amphetamines) and I began gently slope.

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Detail

As promised, I put a detailed drawing of the woman with jewels, scanned. As you can see, the colors are quite different than the picture. Here are the true colors.

By clicking on the picture you will reach a much larger version (and heavy enough attention).

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Panic in the elevator

little anecdote that dates this afternoon. Now, I laugh (still yellow), but at the time the least we can say is that I was not proud.
I'm visiting my sister this afternoon to help assemble the furniture. I take my dog because since qq time, she can not bear to be alone at home.

I want to unwind with his leash. I enter the elevator and when the sliding door (you know those elevator doors that are in several pieces and returning to the side of the cab) closes this %$¤£^¨@! of μ dog shows. The door closes completely and the elevator rises. I'm in and my dog out at the end of the leash that I hold the other end. Normally when there is an obstacle to reopen those doors there, but that the wire end of the leash was not a sufficient barrier.

Imagine the table. I was completely panicked. I already imagined my dog hanging from his leash, choking on the ceiling of the ground floor. I start yelling "Help, my dog, my dog." I did not know what to do. Then I come to the floor where my sister who had heard me scream waiting. I quickly pressed the button on the floor and my sister fell off. It does not really understand what was happening in fact. She just saw that I was completely decomposed and the wire leading down towards the floor of the elevator.
Luckily my sister does not live on the first floor and leaves is 5 meters. So my Toutout waited quietly at the bottom. She did not realize anything. Going down the way, I heard him barking, so even before arriving, I knew she was fine.

It still took me over an hour to calm the trembling of my hands.

It makes me never be another one there. Indeed we call "stupid dog".

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http://bulledepapier.typepad.com/weblog/2007/01/note_o_lauteur_.html

In reading this note, I said 'It's not true, but that's me! " So rather than longuissime put a comment on his blog, I prefer to make a note on my own.

Well, not quite totally me, but the problem of relations with others, and I know I suffered ais.
The desire to become close with the person who does not care about you. Me it was closer terms than friendly love ... although ... I remember the first year of Fine Arts where I tried desperately to fit in, without success. And whence I came out full of blues to the soul. Ais I also met my best friend (and we still are). A few years later she told me she saw me transform myself during that year. "At first you laughed all the time, told me she said and at the end, you were sad."

I remember when I was little, my school friends often told me that I was weird. Me, I thought it was they who were odd.

Not in standards, not in the mold, you overtake, you bother, you're not accepted, you're alone. And you'd like to be like others, have friends like everyone, lovers too. But it is not possible, then you suffer.

Only since a few years since my analysis, since my marriage, too, since I had a husband and a child I began to accept myself and no longer want to fall into line. And things are better. Perhaps the acceptance of being different that the others accept it better too. And no more worrying about what people think of me. I often tell my daughter: "I'm ashamed of nothing." Because she is still at an age when there is concern for others and look to have a mother so contrary ... it's shameful!

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I got the money, I broke out, I break

At work, we use vials for bacteria cultures. Here's how it is presented mostly:

There is no cap. We manufacture it ourselves (the photo) or we use all made use only.

Now for some specific crops must vials with screw cap.

The first that were bought were plastic.

The first time I put the washing (93 °), they have melted. Since they must be autoclaved (120 °), it was not good. So we bought glass.

The first time I made ais autoclave, I left the cap screwed too and one of them exploded in the autoclave: the glass dust everywhere!

Now I'm careful not to over tighten. Today, the cap was so screwed that the taking, he was detached and the vial broke. Bits of glass everywhere, too.

short between the vials and me is not a love story.