Working on the menus in my new generator, based on Sale's, with the intention to leave no stone unturned and just let go of the dead weight. So in the nMenu.prg (the menu entry form) I did away with all the macro substitutions, and the speed gain was incredible.
These days I was rapidly developing DentoSys for this Hungarian outfit, basically taking just the dental layout form from what Joška had in his Clipper app, using the unfinished generator left and right. Couldn't do much with the tables anyway - his tables were too influenced by Clipper's limitations, and there were additional requirements (billing, lab, prosthetics workshop) which he didn't really have. Two days later I had first forms generated, in their rudimentary form.
Around this time Vanji found a way into graces of one Štiklica guy, the new merchant somewhere on Bagljaš. I have no idea what was he doing there, the guy has no technological process - he's wholesale, they all begin with that - nor did he require a blueprint of information system larger than one PC.
He took me there once, I put the general ledger on that machine, adjusted for the current version of GenerAll (which barely worked), and it ran. Though, the base routine which drove the screens was still loaded with barrelfuls of obsolete stuff from its original version.
I went there just that one time, and wouldn't be able to find the place again, the whole area was all unfinished houses. Many still had no windows yet, and none were plastered. This guy at least made the insides usable and made a business in it. The guy was undefinable, I somehow couldn't classify him as unhinged, fool, or a baseless blabbermouth, as he fit all of these equally.
Couple of weeks later he brought his daughter to have acupuncture on her, as she was still recovering from a traffic crash. The chick was, so, could have been a chick and a half if she didn't have a scar every half meter of her, and if she made sense talking. She'd fire three consecutive regular sentences, completely making sense, and then the fourth would veer at such an angle that you'd just drop your jaw and stare. And he also starred with his theory that by the smell of his sweat he could, well not quite diagnose himself, but only point in the general direction of what may be wrong.
By happy accident, we not only never saw him again, but Vanji never mentioned him.
17-X-2013 - 31-X-2025