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Why do I make these things so long? I'm defective, that's why.
Mr. Walp pointed out a problem with "allow only peeps in my buddy list"
for ICQ, so I fixed that. One important problem: If you set your
permdeny to "allow only peeps in my buddy list," and then add or remove
someone from your buddy list, it will not update the allow/deny list on
the server. And that's a bad thing.
I changed an error message string or 4 in oscar.c for various reasons.
1) I feel that "he/she" is much better than "it." If you disagree,
please let me know, because I'm not sure of the correct phrasing.
2) There is only 1 unknown reason, it just applies to multiple messages.
I shuffled some of the clientauto functions around in oscar.c to make
it more uniform. I intend to look into why status messages aren't
working well soon.
I added some semblance of more advanced ICQ info support to libfaim.
There's also a bit of support in oscar.c for it, but making it display
itself nicely will take a little work, so I'll do it later.
A patch from the good Mr. Blanton taking out a non-ascii character
from oscar.c (my bad).
A patch from the good Mr. Blanton adding support for i18n to away
messages and aim profile info. Questions for the good Mr. Blanton:
1) Line 59 of info.c, in the first half of that if statement, should
profile_len also be &&'ed in with the other 2?
2) I changed a gaim_parse_user_info so that it works for non-unicode
away messages and profiles. Or so I think.
3) I changed little bits of your patch to appease my annoyingness,
so it might not cvs update cleanly for you. Sorry.
I organized the ChangeLog entries for 0.60. I tried to put stuff
that I thought was more important near the top of each category.
Please change stuff around, because I'm pretty sure it could be
better.
Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...
Tied to a wheel...
committer: Tailor Script <tailor@pidgin.im>
author | Mark Doliner <mark@kingant.net> |
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date | Sun, 29 Dec 2002 17:12:05 +0000 |
parents | cce40a648f7a |
children | eb63f9960d07 |
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The Penguin by Jeramey Crawford <jacrawf@marko.net> and Rob Flynn <rob@marko.net> Once upon a term'nal dreary, while I hack'ed, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten code-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a beeping, As of some one gently feeping, feeping using damn talk mode. "'Tis some hacker," I muttered, "beeping using damn talk mode-- Only this. I hate talk mode." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak semester, And college life wrought its terror as the school year became a bore. Eagerly I wished for privledges;--higher access I sought to borrow For my term'nal, unceasing sorrow--sorrow for a file called core-- For the rare and radiant files of .c the coders call the core-- Access Denied. Chown me more. "Open Source," did all mutter, when, with very little flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Penguin of the saintly days of yore. Quite a bit obese was he; having eaten lots of fish had he, But, by deign of Finnish programmer, he sat in the middle of my floor-- Looking upon my dusty term'nal in the middle of my floor-- Came, and sat, and nothing more. Then the tubby bird beguiling my sad code into shining, By the free and open decorum of the message that it bore, "Though thy term'nal be dusty and slow," he said, "Linux be not craven!" And thus I installed a new OS far from the proprietary shore-- The kernel code open but documentation lacking on this shore. Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" Much I marvelled this rotund fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore; For we cannot help believing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird in the middle of his floor-- Bird or beast sitting in the middle of his cluttered floor, With such instructions as "pipe grep more." But the Penguin, sitting lonely in that cluttered floor, spoke only Those words, as if its soul in that instruction he did outpour. Nothing more did he need utter; understood did I among that clutter-- Understood his command as I could scarcely do a few moments before-- I typed as furious as was willed me, understanding just a minute before. Again the bird said "pipe grep more!" "Amazing!" said I, "Penguin we will conquor the world if you will! By the Network that interconnects us--by that Finn we both adore-- We'll take this very world by storm!" For now grasped I what he'd meant, The thing I do while searching /usr/doc/* for that wond'rous lore-- Those compendiums of plaintext documentation and descriptive lore. Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" And the Penguin, never waddling, still is sitting, still is sitting In the middle of my room and still very cluttered floor; And his eyes have all the seeming of the free beer I am drinking And the term'nal-light o'er him glowing throws his shadows on the floor; And this OS from out the shadows that is pow'ring my term'nal on the floor Shall be dominating--"Pipe grep more!"