The sudden afternoon.
Oct. 19th, 2003 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hirezToday I consumed exactly the right amount coffee. The bit I thought would be hard turned out to be a swearing match, and the hand-wave will probably turn around and bite me in the arse.
In short, I have a lash-up that will post to my local unix box via the magic of about five lines of Java that assemble enough parameters to be sensible and parcel the entirety off to the kXML-RPC library, which Just Works.
However... While the Series-60 emulator builds URLs along the lines of www.site.com/xmrpc/endpoint.cgi, the Series-40 code inserts a not-strictly-neccessary ':80' ... Which appears to confuse the shit out of the webswerver at the otherwise estimable Gradwell Organisation.
Much of this discovery and swearing and incredulous pointing at Ethereal entrails was aided and abetted by the splendid![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jarkman who appeared to have little better to do than watch me acting like an overexcited teenager.
I think I'll call that a Good Day.
There's a state that you can get into where you just know how something's going to work or what's wrong with it. For those of us not unfamiliar with the process of second-guessing, it's a liberating feeling. I'm close. I can smell it.
In short, I have a lash-up that will post to my local unix box via the magic of about five lines of Java that assemble enough parameters to be sensible and parcel the entirety off to the kXML-RPC library, which Just Works.
However... While the Series-60 emulator builds URLs along the lines of www.site.com/xmrpc/endpoint.cgi, the Series-40 code inserts a not-strictly-neccessary ':80' ... Which appears to confuse the shit out of the webswerver at the otherwise estimable Gradwell Organisation.
Much of this discovery and swearing and incredulous pointing at Ethereal entrails was aided and abetted by the splendid
jarkman who appeared to have little better to do than watch me acting like an overexcited teenager.I think I'll call that a Good Day.
There's a state that you can get into where you just know how something's going to work or what's wrong with it. For those of us not unfamiliar with the process of second-guessing, it's a liberating feeling. I'm close. I can smell it.
