SOW System specs

[Chivas]

Promises....that is the problem for some....there were never any promises. Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know promises are impossible in such a complicated project. There are only hoped for time frames, unless you have a publisher demanding time frames be met no matter what state the project is in. Luckily we seem to have a developer who has some control and sticks to his guns.

[philip.ed]

Originally Posted by Chivas

Promises....that is the problem for some....there were never any promises. Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know promises are impossible in such a complicated project. There are only hoped for time frames, unless you have a publisher demanding time frames be met no matter what state the project is in. Luckily we seem to have a developer who has some control and sticks to his guns.

Exactly, that's why it's best not to say anything unless you are 100% sure

[nearmiss]

Originally Posted by philip.ed

Exactly, that's why it's best not to say anything unless you are 100% sure

That's funny... you get this crew to keep quiet you'll be a miracle worker.

It's all about the anticipation and speculation, along with some argument and whines.

Heck, that is the substance of a good poem.

Maybe someone could write us a poem of anticipation, speculation, argument and whines.

[Flanker35M]

S!


From whells of despair to the fountains of joy.
Deepest of passion and jealousy, suspicion beyond reason.

Harsh words, slashing looks at the spur of a moment.
Anticipation shaking foundations, turmoil of thoughts.

To feel your plastic skin, the first snap of opening.
Trembling, the scent of new print.

How much has one awaited, oh for this moment!
Now show me your treasures, beloved box of SoW.

[nearmiss]

Originally Posted by Flanker35M

S!


From whells of despair to the fountains of joy.
Deepest of passion and jealousy, suspicion beyond reason.

Harsh words, slashing looks at the spur of a moment.
Anticipation shaking foundations, turmoil of thoughts.

To feel your plastic skin, the first snap of opening.
Trembling, the scent of new print.

How much has one awaited, oh for this moment!
Now show me your treasures, beloved box of SoW.

Good stuff Flanker, just what we need. Thoughtful verbal substance to sustain us.

but it doesn't rhyme...

[nearmiss]

All poems don't have to rhyme.

They are more fun if they do.