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Oh, mercifully incorrect calendar, you are a glistening bowl of Lubriderm nestled in the cold seas of the moon. My prior confusion between Tuesday and Friday was previously attributed to Mad Dog 20/20, but now the blame can safely be reassigned to Arcobaleno’s suavely stuporous software sophistry.
MrDiary craminates a calendar, diary, and contact database into a refreshingly inept single window. The main calendar view is completely inaccurate, having gotten the days of the week rather mixed up. Oddly, the diary manages to correlate dates with days of the week in a somewhat correct fashion. This postmodern juxtaposition of function and dysfunction is no less brilliant than sparkling crystals of urea interleaved with rich creamy chocolate.
One welcome design touch was the user interface that magically jumps to 2006 whenever any month-by-month navigation is attempted. This supernatural feature has been likened to “telling the future” by those who don’t understand calendars. Heck, Arcobaleno2001 Software doesn’t understand calendars either. Coupled with the groundbreaking “typing lockout” feature, MrDiary’s repeat users are sure to be miniscule in numbers and brain cell count. Leveraging the massive power of the REALbasic frameworks, MrDiary also gains several complementary features, including the finely honed NilObjectException dialog. Rapid application development never had it so good.
Instead of randomly jumping from month to month when attempting to move to the next day, could we suggest instead switching between Mayan, Hebrew, Twilight Chicken Time, Chinese, Reformed Pule, Enhanced Sidereal Accuracy Proto-Grommetric, and Gregorian calendars whenever any navigation occurs? This, combined with arbitrarily choosing a date of historical import at some point in the last 3,000 years, would make for a far more agitating experience than the drolly mundane flipping from one pedestrian day to the next.
We can definitively say that MrDiary is the very finest REALbasic diary application written in Italy by a man named Francesco that we have yet reviewed. Its minty power soothes our Protestant bad-software-reviewing ethic as no mere creme egg could ever manage. In our experience, choosing between diary applications is like deciding between habanero-based contact lens cleaner, and a bracing pummeling of the nads. We speculate that the laughably inept calendar navigation may be a by-product of a half-implemented “leap fortnights” feature, or possibly just Chronic Wasting Disease.
Arcobaleno2001 Software, for not including a coffee brewing function in this brutish bit of nasty, we are forced to assign an 8.7.
Posted by ladd at May 8, 2003 12:02 AM | TrackBackFirst post? Of course! I am the One!
Trinity's mine and you can't have her.
Posted by: The One on May 8, 2003 12:23 AMNads. Now there's a word you don't see every day. I like it, and when I was a lad (sorry, Ladd), I often put it to good use -- "a good kick in the nads"; "you don't have the nads to do that"; "I'll grab you by the nads and rip 'em off" ... Oh, to be young again.
But then it was kind of ruined for me. You may not have seen this in the USA, or the UK, or anywhere you might be reading this outside Australia, but there was, a couple of years ago, a particularly nasty infomercial (mercifully only about 90 seconds long) about a hair-removal creme (now there's an evocative spelling if ever there was one -- I feel like ripping out my MasterCard every time I see that instead of "cream"). It featured sundry ladies, of various ages and ethnic backgrounds (let's just say "Mediterranean" springs to mind), applying the thick white goop to their lips, armpits and bikini line. Nice! Who knew Great-Aunt Zelma wore a two-piece? But I digress.
So here was this miracle hair-remover, being touted by its middle-aged inventor and her olive-skinned, hairy-lipped daughter (why do you think she invented it in the first place?). And what do they call it? Nads. I'm serious. This woman obviously only had daughters, all of whom attended all-female schools.
So now, every time I hear of see the word "nads" I think of the five-o'clock shadow of a wax-challenged woman. Sigh!
As I said, I love the word, and I used to use it often, but somehow it's just not the same any more ...
Posted by: aussie boy on May 8, 2003 06:05 AMYes, we all have seen "Nads".
It's basically the same thing as sugaring, for those who know about hair removal. Slow and messy.
Please stop using my name in relation to this product.
Your Pal,
Craminates
You go nads!
Say that ten times fast.
Posted by: a couple of nads. on May 8, 2003 09:26 AMSee, and I thought that Craminates was the parent company producing Nads (along with a line of pasta products and a refreshing juice cocktail).
Amazing how things come full-circle.
Posted by: Rob on May 8, 2003 11:48 AMIt's interesting, because I felt a similar draw to the word 'goolies', used in a nastily nautical context in Naomi's angst-ridden diatribe of yore. 'Nads' is easier to work into a sentence, though.
Posted by: Leibnitz, N. on May 8, 2003 02:23 PMHey, Leibnitz, what was that song? "Ging gang gooly gooly gooly gooly ging gang ..." And I thought that was a children's ditty!
Posted by: aussie boy on May 8, 2003 06:31 PMThank goodness RealBasic allows people with this kind of talent to release software.
Posted by: on May 12, 2003 02:22 AMVersion 1.0.4 is nice. I'm using it
Posted by: on June 3, 2003 10:33 PM