Re: Gimp testing

2000-11-12 Thread Tom Rathborne

Chuck;

I'm watching the relevant part of Pulp Fiction on Showcase at the
moment.

On Sat, Nov 11, 2000 at 03:38:33PM -0600, Chuck Egner wrote:
 Where could one find more information on gimp dev and testing?

Try IRC. There, and this mailing list.

 Is there a functional spec. anywhere?

No, not as such. In fact, many GIMP developers probably won't know
what you mean by "functional spec".

 Does anyone have a test suite that they can release to the public?

I don't, but I can say that the GIMP works for what I do most of the
time, and when it doesn't, I try to fix it. That's how I ended up in
the AUTHORS file :)

 Is there anyone specifically in charge of SQA?

Not AFAIK, but I think the GIMP project could really use some Quality
Assurance. If you have about three full-time people to donate to the
project it would be greatly appreciated by most developers and
resented by only a few.

Cheers,

Tom

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Re: Gimp testing

2000-11-12 Thread Garry R. Osgood

Chuck Egner wrote:

 Hey all,

 Does anyone have a test suite that they can release to the public?
 Is there anyone specifically in charge of SQA?


After hours of struggle in the tropic heat,Wilber and Crew --finally! --
shifted the massive granite barrier just enough so that the small
band of intrepid explorers could cd to gimp/app/unittest.

Bunched together, wary, eyes wide orbs and still sun-blinded,
they crept cautiously down steep, stone steps into the cool darkness
of the directory, electric torches swinging to and fro, probing,
picking out here and there dusty shards of shattered shell scripts.

Quiet. then some soft scuttling off to the right where a dark form
massed against the wall.

Wilbur swung his torch to the right. They all gasped.

Lying in the pool of incandescence, clothes rotted, bones picked
clean, still intwined in the infinite loop that was his undoing,
the skeleton grinned back at the crew, sightless sockets empty,
black and unable to service connection requests.

"Asbjorn" Wilber whispered softly. "Asbjorn Pettersen."

"We all knew he was working down here somewhere. It looks
like it got the better of him, poor sod."

Frightened by the light, bugs scuttled into the dark recesses of
the Application, where few have dared to wander and even
fewer been known to return.

Be good, be well

Garry