Here is something I found interesting:
Joe Rosenbum: pod asks: « There are plans for more content types to be added in future releases of the Suite? »
Kevin Sours: Yes, yes, and yes. We have a lot of ideas in mind which will probably go out the windown once we hear about your ideas. We also hope to make it easy for 3rd party developers to create their own content types.
hi,
how much to upgrade my forum please??
anyone interested please make a bid 🙂
hi,
i do have groups already on my forum, so why is this one better please :-
https://unpapapro.com/social-groups-enhancements-bundle/nexias-social-groups-enhancements-bundle/5187/sayfa2.html
thanks
hi,
are there any screenshots for The Office is Open Suite please :-
https://unpapapro.com/office-open-suite/release-office-open/5105/
thanks 😉
WOW…what do vb have to say about this article.
Forum king vBulletin muzzles paid-up protesters ? The Register
Hey Shelley, i was reading this when i thought of you, trying to beat my analogies… lol
Brand = User Experience: The Interface of a Cheeseburger Smashing Magazine
When your day is long
And the night, the night is yours alone
When you’re sure you’ve had enough
Of this life, well hang on
Don’t let yourself go
‘Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts sometimes
Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it’s time to sing along
When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go (Hold on)
If you think you’ve had too much
Of this life, well hang on
Everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts
Don’t throw your hand, oh no
Don’t throw your hand
If you feel like you’re alone
No, no, no, you are not alone
If you’re on your own in this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you’ve had too much of this life to hang on
Well, everybody hurts sometimes
Everybody cries
Everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes
So hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts
in Postnuke, we started using kinky terms in our work, and we continued in IPB… it was boring to see that vB did not permit it…
so here is a list of some:
doppelganger: cached content
input-sanitizer: kind of a « gpc » 😉
skeleton: the structure of a site, without style or content
bleeping: censorship
distiller: parse content and drop everything unwanted, like bbcodes, html codes etc
trickle: no permission filter/display
would be cool to create our own protocol of terms, so we know where we go… 😉 OOP is full of these strange terms i do not understand…
Matt Johnson a écrit cette chanson après la mort de son frère. Lorsqu’il passait sa dépresion, il indiqua qu’écrire ces chansons était thérapeutique pour lui.
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Me and my friend were walking
In the cold light of morning
Tears may blind the eyes, but the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter ain’t what it seems
Here come the blue skies, here come the springtime
When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies shall rise
Love, love, love is stronger than death
Love, love, love is stronger than death
In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch
All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
But awoke by grief, our spirits speak
How could you believe that the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached, and a heart that beat
And lips that smiled, and eyes that cried could ever die?
Here come the blue skies, here come the springtime
When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies shall rise
Love, love, love is stronger than death
Love, love, love is stronger than death
Love, love, love is stronger than death
Love, love, love is stronger than death
Shall rise
Shall rise
Shall rise
Shall rise
Une chanson à propos de la fiancée du chanteur, Dexter, qui est décédée dans un accident de voiture.
Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can’t deal it’s so unfair
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven’s so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you’ve gone away
Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary’s
Can’t bring back what’s taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would
And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven’s so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you’ve gone away
Mon style est atypique :
Mon objectif : contribuer à des initiatives qui changent la vie, redéfinissent les standards et rassemblent les gens — en bâtissant des solutions aussi humaines qu’innovantes.
