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Posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2002/12/23 18:40:32
So, my qmap replacement is ready for testing. Go ahead and create accounts, create threads and post in them. Complain about bugs and make other site related comments in this thread. Notes: since this board is still in the testing phase, be aware that posts or users may have to be deleted if i find a need to change the table structures or something.

Things I Know Don't Work Yet:
#1 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2002/12/23 20:48:18
- the little display on the forum page that tells you how many new and total comments are in a thread.
- moderator functions (shouldn't bother you guys since nobody but me can moderate at the moment.)
Wow...
#2 posted by grahf [68.70.124.210] on 2002/12/23 20:56:09
it's qmap 1.5! ;)
2nd post too!
<smile>
Tags Etc
#3 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2002/12/23 20:57:45
bold, italic, and quote tags work just like in qmap. To get a link, just put the url itself (anything that starts with "http://" will be a link)
4th Post!
#4 posted by leviathan [151.203.197.193] on 2002/12/23 21:01:00
4th post!
If you don't input a title, you're not allowed to post.
BIBLEMAN, Cont.
#5 posted by biff_debris [24.158.204.153] on 2002/12/23 21:01:13
Speaking of URLs, here's one: http://www.bibleman.com/
Http://yourmom.com
#6 posted by http://yourmom.com [66.231.198.47] on 2002/12/23 21:32:35
http://scampie.spawnpoint.org
Lets See If This Works...
#7 posted by is it ok to post LONG LONG posts? [66.231.198.47] on 2002/12/23 21:50:44
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. --opening paragraph"Now, three to three, ye stand. Commend the murderous chalices! Bestow them, ye who are now made parties to this indissoluble league.... Drink, ye harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow -- Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!" --Chapter 36 (The Quarter-Deck)
Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.
Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.
His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field.... Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil; -- Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, where visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it. --Chapter 41 (Moby Dick)
It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude: on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea. --Chapter 51 (The Spirit-Spout)
But the placing of the cap-sheaf to all this blundering business was reserved for the scientific Frederick Cuvier, brother to the famous Baron. In 1836, he published a Natural History of Whales, in which he gives what he calls a picture of the Sperm Whale. Before showing that picture to any Nantucketer, you had best provide for your summary retreat from Nantucket. In a word, Frederick Cuvier's Sperm Whale is not a Sperm Whale, but a squash. --Chapter 55 (Of the Monstrous Pictures of Whales)
The hatch, removed from the top of the works, now afforded a wide hearth in front of them. Standing on this were the Tartarean shapes of the pagan harpooneers, always the whale-ship's stokers. With huge pronged poles they pitched hissing masses of blubber into the scalding pots, or stirred up the fires beneath, till the snaky flames darted, curling, out of the doors to catch them by the feet. The smoke rolled away in sullen heaps. To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of the boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces. Opposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden hearth, was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the watch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the fire, till their eyes felt scorched in their heads. Their tawny features, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards, and the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were strangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul. --Chapter 96 (The Try-Works)
There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath; like those fabled undulations of the Ephesian sod over the buried Evangelist St. John. And meet it is, that over these sea-pastures, wide-rolling watery prairies and Potter's Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by their restlessness. --Chapter 111 (The Pacific)
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.
Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small, unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air; but to and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.
But though thus contrasting within, the contrast was only in shades and shadows without; those two seemed one; it was only the sex, as it were, that distinguished them.
Aloft, like a royal czar and king, the sun seemed giving this gentle air to this bold and rolling sea; even as bride to groom. And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft and tremulous motion -- most seen here at the equator -- denoted the fond, throbbing trust, the loving alarms, with which the poor bride gave her bosom away.
Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven. --Chapter 132 (The Symphony)
Like noiseless nautilus shells, their light prows sped through the sea; but only slowly they neared the foe. As they neared him, the ocean grew still more smooth; seemed drawing a carpet over its waves; seemed a noon-meadow, so serenely it spread. At length the breathless hunter came so nigh his seemingly unsuspecting prey, that his entire dazzling hump was distinctly visible, sliding along the sea as if an isolated thing, and continually set in a revolving ring of finest, fleecy, greenish foam. He saw the vast, involved wrinkles of the slightly projecting head beyond. Before it, far out on the soft Turkish-rugged waters, went the glistening white shadow from his broad, milky forehead, a musical rippling playfully accompanying the shade; and behind, the blue waters interchangeably flowed over into the moving valley of his steady wake; and on either hand bright bubbles arose and danced by his side. But these were broken again by the light toes of hundreds of gay fowl softly feathering the sea, alternate with their fitful flight; and like to some flag-staff rising from the painted hull of an argosy, the tall but shattered pole of a recent lance projected from the white whale's back; and at intervals one of the cloud of soft-toed fowls hovering, and to and fro skimming like a canopy over the fish, silently perched and rocked on this pole, the long tail feathers streaming like pennons....
On each soft side -- coincident with the parted swell, that but once laving him, then flowed so wide away -- on each bright side, the whale shed off enticings. No wonder there had been some among the hunters who namelessly transported and allured by all this serenity, had ventured to assail it; but had fatally found that quietude but the vesture of tornadoes. Yet calm, enticing calm, oh, whale! thou glidest on, to all who for the first time eye thee, no matter how many in that same way thou may'st have bejuggled and destroyed before. --Chapter 134 (The Chase -- First Day)
As if to strike a quick terror into them, by this time being the first assailant himself, Moby Dick had turned, and was now coming for the three crews. Ahab's boat was central; and cheering his men, he told them he would take the whale head-and-head, -- that is, pull straight up to his forehead, -- a not uncommon thing; for when within a certain limit, such a course excludes the coming onset from the whale's sidelong vision. But ere that close limit was gained, and while yet all three boats were plain as the ship's three masts to his eye; the White Whale churning himself into furious speed, almost in an instant as it were, rushing among the boats with open jaws, and a lashing tail, offered appalling battle on every side; and heedless of the irons darted at him from every boat, seemed only intent on annihilating each separate plank of which those boats were made. But skilfully manoeuvred, incessantly wheeling like trained chargers in the field; the boats for a while eluded him; though, at times, but by a plank's breadth; while all the time, Ahab's unearthly slogan tore every other cry but his to shreds. --Chapter 134 (The Chase -- Second Day)
Long Posts
#8 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2002/12/23 22:57:15
i think i should limit post length, but i'm not sure about the length. 5k? 8k? I can't see needing more than 8k, but maybe even that is overkill.
Well
#9 posted by underworldfan [172.161.250.242] on 2002/12/23 23:02:33
8k is nice, sometimes people like to write a lot, and freedom of speech is a good thing.
Wow
#10 posted by Dietz [66.82.9.45] on 2002/12/24 01:52:19
nice... a preview function would be nice though :]
Wow
#11 posted by Dietz [66.82.9.45] on 2002/12/24 01:56:09
nice... a preview function would be nice though :]
Test Like A Bitch
#12 posted by DaZ [212.159.41.237] on 2002/12/31 13:28:19
da fuk?? <smile>
U craka! <sad>
http://www.planetquake.com/fuckyou...
sw33t
Teh B0rk
#13 posted by DaZ [212.159.41.237] on 2002/12/31 13:28:56
whats the code for the smileys in posts?
Hybrid
#14 posted by daftpunk [194.217.194.138] on 2003/01/05 15:27:12
with the xperimental qmap.
so once you solve the basics you could incorporate the thingy for showing who is logged in @ that moment
oh, DONT put the preview btn on the lhs. its bloddy confusing. put it on the rhs plz
Stuff
#15 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/07 12:08:32
Icons in post body: not supported at the moment. It's low priority.
Total replies, new replies in thread lists: hidden for now, but they will be back when they actually work. This is high priority.
Preview function: will do. Medium priority.
oh, DONT put the preview btn on the lhs. its bloddy confusing. put it on the rhs plz
Is it really any more confusing than using a bunch of nonstandard acronyms and shorthand slang?
#16 posted by [24.102.24.203] on 2003/01/07 22:54:52
don't put it on either side. Plop it straight on the submit button.
Limit Post Lenght
#17 posted by Auhsan [62.42.233.244] on 2003/01/08 06:20:31
What about limit it to say... 10/15 lines and put a more link to the rest of the post?
Limiting Post Length...
#18 posted by Wazat [144.38.206.22] on 2003/01/09 12:13:24
...would only make people split their long posts into 2 posts. :) However, Auhsan's idea is a good one. If each person could set in their personal profile how long they wanted the post to be before it was cut off with a more link, it'd be great. Although, I'd have no limit, because I don't mind long posts. Heck, I'm the source of most of them. :)
Metl: you've done really well. Very cool start. The board looks very much like the original and is working quite well, considering.
Test
#19 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/11 11:15:40
testing more crap
Another Test
#20 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/11 11:18:48
asdasdsadasd
Cum On
#21 posted by daftpunk [147.197.200.13] on 2003/01/11 11:20:03
now i get told off for writing plz and lhs!!!
yep, i vote for auhsan's idea (R)
Snoo
#22 posted by Paul [217.39.123.23] on 2003/01/11 13:13:39
1112143245365476576868756911121432...
Pop?
Title Eh?
#23 posted by Paul [217.39.123.23] on 2003/01/11 13:14:38
<br<br<br<br>
Testing and stuff
Okay,
#24 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/11 13:51:42
the little numbers that tell you how many total posts and how many new posts are finally working.
Okay,
#25 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/11 13:59:28
the little numbers that tell you how many total posts and how many new posts are finally working.
How Embarrasing.
#26 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/11 13:59:47
:P
Looks Good, Metlslime
#27 posted by SleepwalkR [217.230.189.198] on 2003/01/12 05:48:30
I even can post with my new IMAK gloves =).
What's The Code For That One?
#28 posted by necros [172.146.210.7] on 2003/01/13 21:47:58
<pitfall> <pf> <pitf> <piitpitpitpitpitfalllllll>
?
Read Up A Few Posts...
#29 posted by Scampie [66.231.198.47] on 2003/01/14 22:02:04
Icons in post body: not supported at the moment. It's low priority.
Testing Smilies
#30 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/15 17:34:25
It's still telling me to login...
;) ;-) :-) smilies work
(a graphic is not a smiley, and Netnews is not "discussion groups")
Testing Smilies
#31 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/15 17:52:55
It's still telling me to login...
;) ;-) :-) smilies work
(a graphic is not a smiley, and Netnews is not "discussion groups")
Testing Smilies
#32 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/15 18:20:52
It's still telling me to login...
;) ;-) :-) smilies work
(a graphic is not a smiley, and Netnews is not "discussion groups")
Yes ...
#33 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/15 18:53:37
i still need to write some code to prevent double-posts.
Metl
#34 posted by SleepwalkR [217.225.9.187] on 2003/01/16 04:50:37
Use tokens: generate UID, store in a hidden field and in the session, then on submit check if submitted token == session token and invalidate the session token.
Well...
#35 posted by Wazat [144.38.206.27] on 2003/01/16 10:36:38
The simplest answer is just to kill those who double post. :)
Testing Smilies
#36 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/16 11:27:24
It's still telling me to login...
;) ;-) :-) smilies work
(a graphic is not a smiley, and Netnews is not "discussion groups")
Akk!
#37 posted by metlslime [12.231.113.167] on 2003/01/16 11:54:26
you've posted that 4 times now, and i still don't know what you're talking about! Netnews? a graphic is not a smiley? What do you mean they 'work?'
Testing Smilies
#38 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/16 14:00:40
It's still telling me to login...
;) ;-) :-) smilies work
(a graphic is not a smiley, and Netnews is not "discussion groups")
Figured Out What The Hell Is Happening Here, Sorry
#39 posted by spentron [66.33.195.194] on 2003/01/16 14:07:11
I'm getting the duplicate posts by refreshing the page (since my last non-refresh access was a post -- it does ask me if I want to "repost form data" but that happens sometimes in other cases). I'll stop doing that.
I'm old timer I guess, I just don't like the graphical smilies as much, it's kind of opposed to the shorthand nature of what they are for.
Testing...
#40 posted by bascule [134.146.9.19] on 2003/01/24 03:17:16
<quote>this is quoted text</quote>
this is normal text
Mmm...<cube>
I'll Try Again
#41 posted by bascule [134.146.9.19] on 2003/01/24 03:21:07
<span class="quote">This is quoted text</span>
this is normal
this is also quoted
Booo
#42 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 21:55:30
what is this place?
Boo
#43 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 21:56:48
is anyone there
Boo
#44 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:01:04
is anyone there
Boo
#45 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:01:04
is anyone there
Boo
#46 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:01:05
is anyone there
Boo
#47 posted by boo [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:05:05
hello
Sdfsdf
#48 posted by gsf [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:05:24
sdfsdfsdf
Xzxzxcz
#49 posted by zzxzxz [207.230.203.234] on 2007/11/20 22:05:51
xzzz
Wishing Moderators Had The Ability To Edit Posts.
#50 posted by Shambler [82.47.200.179] on 2007/11/20 23:43:40
<nt>

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