Software as a service finally comes of age, with the web’s new-found ability to pipe the sad trombone and instant rimshot directly into your office or home (via b3ta).
Inspired by the title of the relevant Slashdot article, to the tune of My Bonny:
Your mashup is probably legal.
Your mashup is probably sound.
Your mashup is probably legal,
So pass all that data around!Stuff here
Stuff there
And something mashed up in between (be-tween!)
Stuff here
Stuff there
And something mashed up in betweenYour mashup is probably legal;
You could monetize it as well!
But though I contend it's all legal,
Remember I-A-N-A-L![Repeat chorus]
Twitter are no longer delivering outbound SMSes over the UK number. A real shame, and while it's hard not to begrudge the mobile networks their cut, operators in the UK are notoriously expensive. If Ofcom weren't so legislatively toothless and ministers so technologically clueless then maybe we'd still have a system that Canada, India and the US are still enjoying. Other moblogging systems are available, of course, if you're willing to buy new kit to replace an already functional infrastructure.
Web architects must understand that resources are just consistent mappings from an identifier to some set of views on server-side state. If one view doesn’t suit your needs, then feel free to create a different resource that provides a better view (for any definition of “better”). These views need not have anything to do with how the information is stored on the server, or even what kind of state it ultimately reflects.
From Greenpeace comes Coalfinger, the dangerous megalomaniac trying to open coal-fired power stations across the world:
Twitter has done my urge to blog a mischief, that's for certain. When I do write, I trim it down to 140 characters. Much like this, in fact.
I met a cleaner from an office block
Who said: two vast and screenless colo'ed hosts
Sit in a cellar. 'Twixt them on the rack,
Half configured, a firewall lies, so close
Its blinking lights and beeps of foiled attack
Merge with those of the other two machines
Which yet broadcast, unheeded, on the wire
Requests blocked by that firewall in between.
And from an email to us now we hear:
"This is your hosting company, 'Hosts On Fire.'
Your two machines are firewalled: do not fear!"
No traffic through can pass.