Smart Objects, in this context, are pieces of code that are aware, but not in a ‘Terminator, Rise Of The Deathmachines’ kind of way. Instead, they’re aware of how to do all (but probably not all) of the back-of-house stuff of getting data and updating data and communicating to other objects and whatnot so that you, the developer, don’t have to waste your time figuring out that you spent the last 3 days writing procedural code to talk to a SQL Server backend when your data layer is, in fact, being delivered by MySQL, which will make you want to stab coworkers with a letter-opener. In theory, your Smart Object should just be able to solve all of that frontier code-wrangling hassle so you can spend a lot more time trying to figure out the problems with getting the Smart Object itself to work the way they said it would in the product fact sheet.

Murray @ Midnight

I always try to make time to concern myself with things that fall well outside of my direct control or influence… it’s kinda of a policy of sorts.

I wish I understood what you mean by this. It’s like… it’s like you’re practically begging for a schoolbagging.

Murray @ Midnight

…….and yet no comment from the midnight regarding this post’s supporting image… I mean come on man… give me a testify for crying out loud! TESTIFY!

I have the following brief statement to make:

HAS ANYONE SEEN MY CAR KEYS? THEY HAVE TO BE HERE SOMEWHERE, BECAUSE MY CAR IS PARKED OUTSIDE. THERE IS NO WAY I COULD HAVE, FOR EXAMPLE, HOTWIRED IT TO GET IT HOME, IN CASE THAT CROSSES YOUR MIND. I AM NOT AT ALL MECHANICALLY-APTITUDED, WHICH HAS ALWAYS MADE ME FEEL THAT I SHOULD BE LESS SECURE ABOUT MY MASCULINITY, EXCEPT THAT WHO HAS TIME FOR THAT?

That is all.

Murray @ Midnight

Couldn’t agree with you more Midnight…. the other stock standard self-serving phrase that really gets my goat up (and he doesn’t like getting early unless food is involved) is “it’s the policy”

I hear you. I feel your emotional anguish at bizarre, arbitrary rules put forward as personal policies. I know this one guy who won’t let you use the bathroom at his place. Madness. And this other guy who won’t go on roadtrips. Insan… wait… they’re the same guy!

I must hunt this man down and make sure he is punished with the age-old ritual of being hit by multiple heavy schoolbags from a number of unexpected directions.

It’s how we rolled in school. It’s definitely a guideline.

Murray @ Midnight