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[gaim-migrate @ 14436] SF Patch #1356575 from Kevin Stange (SimGuy) "This patch moves buddy pounces out of the menu and into a new dialog, as suggested by Sean. I'm not ready to say this is finished, but it's a solid starting point and it does work. I changed the namespacing a little from gaim_gtkpounce to gaim_gtk_pounce to be consistent with the rest of Gaim. I wanted to try to get more information into the pounce manager, but I wasn't sure how to display it. I thought perhaps a column containing a row of icons representing which events are being watched (so the user can see which of several pounces for the same buddy are which), however, while I know how to do this, there aren't icons in Gaim suitable for representing all the events. Like "returned from away" and "idle/unidle", as far as I can see. I'm not sure what else could be shown to make the manager dialog more "informative." The dialog updates automatically to show pounces only for connected accounts and updates when a pounce is added, changed, or removed in some other way than the dialog. I'd like to get feedback on it if anyone has anything they think I should change or fix, I'll do that and update this patch. Otherwise, feel free to commit. :)" As ridingpigs commented in the tracker, this is "far better than the current menu thing." I made a few small changes to this. I believe most of them were related to adding hooks to disable things if there were no accounts connected. I also sorte d the Tools menu a bit and updated the docklet to match. I wish the plugin action code could sort the items it added. committer: Tailor Script <[e-mail]>

The Penguin

by Rob Flynn <[e-mail]>
   and
   Jeramey Crawford <[e-mail]>


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!"