1. JavaScript / Говнокод #25378


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    checkDateNP(value) {
            const date = new Date(value)
            const dateValue = date.setDate(date.getDate() + 1)
            return formatDate(dateValue, 'DD-MM-YYYY') === formatDate(this.item.date, 'DD-MM-YYYY') &&
            formatDate(dateValue, 'DD-MM-YYYY') === formatDate(this.item.dateEnd, 'DD-MM-YYYY')
          checkDateOther(value) { // Проверка корреткности ввода данных по заявкам типа "КА" и "МС".
            return formatDate(this.item.startTime, 'DD-MM-YYYY') >= formatDate(this.item.date, 'DD-MM-YYYY')

    VueJs. Проверка корреткности ввода данных по заявкам

    Запостил: DKVitol, 14 Февраля 2019

    Комментарии (11) RSS

    • Что-то сложно...
      • Сложно - иди дворы подметай!
        • подметатели дворов более интеллектуальны чем JS "программисты"
          • Поэтому я за "PHP".
            • Программисты на "PHP" подносят мётлы подметателям дворов
              • Поэтому я за «PHP».
                • Кстати, пароль от моих двух петухов не сложный. Можешь пользоваться.
                  • Кстати, напомни нам его?
                    • Пароль:
                      Her ashes burn our eyes
                      Black lines on solemn faces
                      Concern'd we are by our necessary deed
                      Moved by the pathetic begging of the witch

                      So cruel our duty, yet so joyful in the lord!
                      For Alas! Ye poor sinners there's devils everywhere!

                      In shades they lurk and on meadows fair
                      They may obsess your neighbor, your friend, your lover
                      For the hearts of the weak are their favour'd lair

                      Devils everywhere!

                      In evil eyes they dwell and in women fair
                      As the devil is a spirit and a prince of the ayre
                      He appeares in many shapes by joyning thickened myst together

                      And the devil is cunning
                      By drawing out of teats
                      He doth really enter the body as reall corporeall substantiall creature and forceth that creature to his desired ends
                      Useth the organs of that body to speake withall
                      To make his compact up
                      With his hideous agents
                      The heretic, the heathen, the witch

                      His genital is sore and scaly
                      And his semen cold as ice
                      Maybe she was stirred by our painful interrogation

                      For god's compassion she yell'd
                      And Io! How mercyful we were!
                      The burning flames of the stake
                      May slacken her torture in hell

                      "There is no peace," says the Lord, "for the wicked."
                      We'll have no peace 'til they are all purged
                      "There is no peace," says my God, "to the wicked."
                      We'll have no peace 'til they all burn

                      The wicked are like the troubled sea
                      Whose waters cast up mire and dirt
                      We'll have no peace 'til our country is cleansed
                      "There is no rest," says the Lord, "for the wicked."
                      We will not rest 'til ye are all purged

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