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I have had it confirmed!

It is not wrong of me to want to put the word "dipshit" on the end of some of the error messages I'm a writing.

It would be wrong of me to actually do it, but it isn't wrong of me to actually want to.

Just thought you'd like to know.

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rantinan
Feb. 1st, 2008 04:41 am (UTC)
Every year i have requested the issue types "Student is nucking futs" "School staff memebr is nucking futs" and 'E&R staff member is nucking futs" added to the issue database.

So far i have not succeeded, but i still ahve hope.
paradigmshifty
Feb. 1st, 2008 05:08 am (UTC)
I think it's generally considered an implied or silent term anyway.
elfs
Feb. 1st, 2008 06:56 am (UTC)
The other day I got a reminder from QA: "You have left several error messages beginning with WTF in the debugging log again."

There are at least three error conditions in my current project that warrant the "What kind of idiot are you?" attitude toward my users.
vaingloriesque
Feb. 1st, 2008 03:17 pm (UTC)
well, it's good to have this sort of thing nice and clear.
fire_wuff
Feb. 2nd, 2008 11:51 am (UTC)
I think that this would be much more informative than the "General Error" dialog in Final Cut Pro......
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