The Occasional Sin: Code Monkey

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Code Monkey

Some of the past weekend was spent helping Rock re-design the back-end code of NobodyComesHere.com. Well, "helping re-design" is too strong a phrase. It might be more accurate to say that first I watched movies while Rock spent hours coding, then I tried very hard to understand as he explained the basics of object oriented programming and PHP, and then I copy/pasted a lot of his original code, deleted certain words, and wrote other words in their place.

I can't say I'm any nearer to writing SQL queries or figuring out what classes to write or how to write a DAO from scratch, but I do know what these things are. And I have some vague concept about the general design of NobodyComesHere.com: there's a database, and data access objects, and a controller...and I think I'm forgetting something. In any case, I found the experience not too unpleasant and, even though I'm not planning to become a programmer any time soon (I still have not forgotten that my only C in college was from the one computer science class I elected to take), I am looking forward to my next coding assignment.

Mood: accomplished
TV/Music/Book: Bridget Jones's Diary. Oh Colin Firth, how do I love thee, let me count the ways...

3 comments:

Rock said...: Don't forget the POPOs which get feed from the DAOs via the MYSQL DB :)

So proud I am of you!; May 5, 2009 at 9:01 AM
Sin said...: I think I almost understand that! :); May 5, 2009 at 9:08 AM
Rock said...: Oh and you forgot to mention what IDE you used :); May 5, 2009 at 9:18 AM

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There was times that week when I'd hear that full-throttled laugh,watch him scratching his belly and stretching and yawning and leaning back to wink at whoever he was joking with, everything coming to him just as natural as drawing breath, and I'd quit worrying about the Big Nurse and the Combine behind her. I'd think he was strong enough being his own self that he would never back down the way she was hoping he would. I'd think, maybe he truly is something extraordinary. He's what he is, that's it. Maybe that makes him strong enough, being what he is. The Combine hasn't got to him in all these years; what makes that nurse think she's gonna be able to do it in a few weeks? He's not gonna let them twist him and manufacture him.

And later...I'd take a look at my own self in the mirror and wonder how it was possible that anybody could manage such an enormous thing as being what he was. There'd be my face in the mirror, dark and hard with big, high cheekbones...eyes all black and hard and mean-looking, just like Papa's eyes...and I'd think, That ain't me, that ain't my face. It wasn't even me when I was trying to be that face. I wasn't even really me then; I was just being the way I looked, the way people wanted. It don't seem like I ever been me. How can McMurphy be what he is?...He hadn't let what he looked like run his life one way or the other, any more than he'd let the Combine mill him into fitting where they wanted him to fit.

~ One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey