On Sun, May 05, 2002 at 06:57:01PM +0100, Jonathan E. Paton wrote:
> > Anyway, I am pleased to announce that the TPR(0,3) golf
> > tournament is now accessible through SMS. The first
> > service to be offered is called 'Dial-a-rank'. To access
> > one's personal rank for the course, you can go to: ...
>
> Hang on... isn't SMS the technology that brings us text
> messages?
*nodnodnod*
> Oh well, it appears that SMS Internet exists
> through a brief search on google.
>
> Wouldn't it be better if you used something like Genie,
> which sents instant messages to phones?
Oh. I could. Easily.
The question, though, is do peoples want me to spam their
cell phone, or do they prefer to access the url when the fancy strikes
them. Somehow, I assumed everyone (well, anyone who cares) would prefer
the second option. But if some of you really want to receive
a phone call each time your rank slip down the leaderboard, I
would be more than happy to provide the service. :)
> You could have
> something like:
>
> /---\
> | |
> | |
> | |
> /-------------------\
> | /---------------\ |
> | |TPR:0,3 update:| |
> | | Jerome: | |
> | | 54.11[-2.01]| |
> | | You: | |
> | | 55.45[-0.01]| |
> | | 2nd -> 14th | |
> | | Since 4 hours | |
> | \---------------/ |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> | |
> | ## ### ### ### |
> \-------------------/
The current interface looks like:
http://babyl.dyndns.org/golf/wml_sample.png
> With just 150 characters or so you'd need to think hard
> about what information would be provided. Cryptic would
> be okay if it squeezes in the information hardcore players
> need.
Again, if anyone care for this service (and honestly
I'll be surprised if it turns out to be the case), we
can discuss on want are the data we need, and how to display them.
Joy,
`/anick
Shameless plug: intoxicated by this newly WML thingy,
I also created an interface for my Naborale of the Day
(http://babyl.dyndns.org/naborales/notd.wml).
--
Drink and dance and laugh and lie
Love, the reeling midnight through
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.) - Dorothy Parker, 'The Flaw in Paganism'
