I'm looking for SCXML engines. I know of these two:
I used SCXML as a standard way of representing workflow in a project some time ago. At the time, using the fledgling Apache SCXML engine was not an option. Now I'm starting a project to revise and expand the original project's deliverables. I decided to look into replacing my quick-and-dirty PHP class for processing SCXML with the Apache (or other engine).
While not difficult, getting the Apache StopWatch example working took awhile -- finding dependencies, downloading, installing, and figuring out where to place resources the app needed was tedious.
"Common sense is very important in ghost research."
I find this quote amusing because it is well known that when the brain thinks about ghosts it undergoes clownossification. For those not familiar with clownossification ...
Clowns are not happy with their bodies. That is why they paint their faces and wear big, baggy pants.
If you meet a clown in civilian dress on the street, you won't know it's a clown. If you meet a naked clown, you ...
Once upon a time there were some people who called themselves "programmers" and they ticked me off because I'm a programmer.
These people wrote "program" code in a bizarre and utterly nauseating language called "Visual Basic." They also didn't smell like ...
On a dry, balmy summer day, the skin of a snake is dry and not slimy. On a rainy, warm, summer night the skin of a snake is wet and slimy.
The same holds for ....
I somehow have come to believe that classy women are better than men. They certainly smell ...
Captain Blog was lost at sea for his crew of They spoke only Bubbly.
If you are captain, you should choose a crew with which you can communicate. If you are not captain, you should be more concientious so that you will be promoted. Either way, you should take some time, now, to learn to speak Bubbly.
I am a bud nipper.
Constamavis smelled like pencils. It wasn't where she lived or worked, her lifestyle, detergent, or what she ate. It was the way she was made. Something peculiar to her body chemistry gave her the unmistakably distinct aroma of graphite. There was nothing she nor anyone else could do about it.