Думаю вот.. Людей, которые сделали M$ Office - расстрелять. Публично. Причем расстреливать их должны непременно сотрудники Майкрософта, а лучше - лично Марк Руссинович и Дэвид Соломон. За недостроенную технологию OLE в двух версиях. За разное количество параметров в одних и тех же функциях разных версий офиса. За отсутствие нормальной документации. Я не понимаю, у них что, двойной стандарт? Почему по WinAPI в MSDN есть абсолютно все, что нужно, а элементарного нормального описания функций офиса нет? Одни примеры на VBA. (Нафиг он мне сдался, этот VBA? Спасибо, правда, хоть параметры в нужном порядке идут. Ну макросы еще сильно спасают.) Беглое обшаривание инета вменяемых результатов тоже не дало. То, что работает на Win2000, отказывается работать на WinXP. Совместимость офисов 2000, XP и 2003 вообще никакая, приходится для каждой версии писать свой код. Ну что за отстой? Бьюсь третий день, очень не хочется отказываться от возможности просмотра вордовых документов непосредственно в моей проге. Уже есть мысли, что надо забить на этот долбаный OleContainer и просто вызывать нормально Word. Хоть работать будет везде. Предположения по поводу того, что это просто у меня такие кривые ручонки, постепенно рассеиваются после чтения сайтов типа delphikingdom'a, где по OLE количество вопросов превышает количество ответов раз этак в 5-10.

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OLE = Objects Linking and Embedding = Подключение И Внедрение Объектов = ПИВО.

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Стоило вчера забрать с работы и сегодня поутру натянуть куртку, как днем потеплело. Причем резко. Градусник в Мифяге показывал 20 градусов. Куртку оставил снова на работе. Ибо жарко.



Сижу, ностальгирую. Слушаю Кейва. Вспомнил одну из любимых песенок - O'Malley's Bar. Текст - дальше (длинный) ))

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O'Malley's Bar

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I am tall and I am thin

Of an enviable hеight

And I've been known to be quite handsome

In a certain angle and in certain light



Well, I entered into O'Malley's

Said, "O'Malley, I have a thirst"

O'Malley merely smiled at me

Said "You wouldn't be the first"



I knocked on the bar and pointed

To a bottle on the shelf

And as O'Malley poured me out a drink

I sniffed and crossed myself



My hand decided that the time was nigh

And for a moment it slipped from view

And when it returned, it fairly burned

With confidence anew



Well the thunder from my steely fist

Made all the glasses jangle

When I shot him, I was so handsome

It was the light, it was the angle



Huh! Hmmmmmm



"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed

I banged my fist upon the bar

"I bear no grudge against you!"

And my dick felt long and hard



"I am the man for which no God waits

But for which the whole world yearns

I'm marked by darkness and by blood

And one thousand powder-burns"



Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips

That clean the ocean floor

When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife

That's exactly what I saw



I jammed the barrel under her chin

And her face looked raw and vicious

Her head it landed in the sink

With all the dirty dishes



Her little daughter Siobhan

Pulled beers from dusk till down

And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke

But she pulled the best beer in town



I swooped magnificent upon her

As she sat shivering in her grief

Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall

In whale's blood and banana leaf



Her throat it crumbled in my fist

And I spun heroically around

To see Caffrey rising from his seat

I shot that mother fucker down



Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah



"I have no free will", I sang

As I flew about the murder

Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed

You really should have heard her



I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept

I panted like a pup

I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes

And her husband stupidly stood up



As he screamed, "You are an evil man"

And I paused a while to wonder

"If I have no free will then how can I

Be morally culpable, I wonder"



I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach

And gingerly he sat down

And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"

And then lay upon the ground



"None taken", I replied to him

To which he gave a little cough

With blazing wings I neatly aimed

And blew his head completely off



I've lived in this town for thirty years

And to no-one I am a stranger

And I put new bullets in my gun

Chamber upon chamber



And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes

I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows

And as I shot down the youthful Richardson

It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows



Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm



I said, "I want to introduce myself

And I am glad that all you came"

And I leapt upon the bar

And shouted out my name



Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool

Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed

And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick

I split his head in half



His blood spilled across the bar

Like a steaming scarlet brook

And I knelt at it's edge on the counter

Wiped the tears away and looked





Well, the light in there was blinding

Full of God and ghosts of truth

I smiled at Henry Davenport

Who made an attempt to move



Well, from the position I was standing

The strangest thing I ever saw

The bullet entered through the top of his chest

And blew his bowels out on the floor



Well I floated down the counter

Showing no remorse

I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter

Recently divorced



But remorse i felt and remorse I had

It clung to every thing

From the raven's hair upon my head

To the feathers on my wings



Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw

With it's golden hairless chest

And I glided through the bodies

And killed the fat man Vincent West



Who sat quietly in his chair

A man become a child

And I raised the gun up to his head

Executioner-style



He made no attempt to resist

So fat and dull and lazy

"Did you know I lived in your street?" I said

And he looked at me as though I were crazy



"O", he said, "I had no idea"

And he grew as quiet as a mouse

And the roar of the pistol when it went off

Near blew that hat right off the house



Hmmmmmm Uh Uh



Well, I caught my eye in the mirror

And gave it a long and loving inspection

"There stands some kind of man", I roared

And there did, in the reflection



My hair combed back like a raven's wing

My muscles hard and tight

And curling from the business end of my gun

Was a query-mark of cordite



Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right

And I spun to the left again

"Fear me! Fear me! Fear me!"

But no one did cause they were dead



Huh! Hmmmmmmmmm



And then there were the police sirens wailing

And a bull-horn squelched and blared

"Drop your weapons and come out

With your hands held in the air"



Well, I checked the chamber of my gun

Saw I had one final bullet left

My hand, it looked almost human

As I raised it to my head



"Drop your weapon and come out!

Keep your hands above your head!"

I had one one long hard think about dying

And did exactly what they said



There must have been fifty cops out there

In a circle around O'Malley's bar

"Don't shoot", I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!"

So they put me in their car



And they sped me away from that terrible scene

And I glanced out of the window

Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars

And I started counting on my fingers



Aaaaaah One Aaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaaaaah Four

O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar



ps: Добавил Кейва в интересы. Гы. ))

pps: Йопт, а раньше в дайрах баннеры сверху тоже были? Сегодня на работе первый раз увидел. (Дома баннеры секутся)