SOUP stands for software of unknown (or uncertain) pedigree (or provenance), and is a term often used in the context of safety-critical and safety-involved systems such as medical software. SOUP is software that has not been developed with a known software development process or methodology, or which has unknown or no safety-related properties.
Often, engineering projects are faced with economic or other pressure to embody SOUP into their high integrity systems.
The problem with SOUP is that it cannot be relied upon to perform safety-related functions, and it may prevent other software, hardware or firmware from performing their safety-related functions. The SOUP problem is therefore one of insulating the safety-involved parts of a system from the SOUP and its undesirable effects.
SOUP is now a defined term ("Software Of Unknown Provenance") in some medical device regulations through the standard IEC 62304:2006 "medical device software – software life cycle processes". It is not prohibited to use SOUP but additional controls are needed and the risk needs to be taken into account. Specific practices to take when using SOUP as part of a medical device may include review of the vendor's software development process, use of static program analysis by the vendor, design artifacts, and safety guidance.
Soup is a 1974 children's novel by Robert Newton Peck.
Its main characters are two boys, Robert (the narrator) and his close friend Luther, better known as "Soup". It takes place during the 1930s in a small town in Vermont where the author also grew up, and deals with the daily lives of the main characters. Soup is a well-meaning, but mischievous schemer, constantly coming up with elaborate plans that invariably land him and Robert in trouble. Robert is more sensible but less wily, and frequently finds himself conned into doing Soup's dirty work. However, they are best friends and watch out for one another. Their frequent villain is school bully Janice Riker and Eddy Tacker, and Robert has a mad crush on the lovely Norma Jean Bissel.
Typical moments include the boys losing their clothes and stealing more from a rummage sale that has only women's, or Soup painting his name on a barn without permission and running the "p" over onto the corner, causing the farmer to yell "'Souf'! I'll get you 'Souf'!"
Soup is a primarily liquid food.
Soup may also refer to:
Attitude is Japanese Pop singer and actress Meisa Kuroki's first EP. It was released on January 1, 2010, by her record label Studioseven Recordings.
All lyrics written by Momo "Mocha" N., all music composed by U-Key Zone.
In heraldry, an attitude is the position in which an animal, fictional beast, mythical creature, human or human-like being is emblazoned as a charge, supporter or crest. Many attitudes apply only to predatory beasts and are exemplified by the beast most frequently found in heraldry—the lion. Some other terms apply only to docile animals, such as the doe. Other attitudes describe the positions of birds, mostly exemplified by the bird most frequently found in heraldry—the eagle. The term naiant (swimming), however, is usually reserved for fish but may also apply to swans, ducks or geese. Birds are often further described by the exact position of their wings. The term segreant is apparently reserved for mythical creatures, as this term is the approximation of rampant as it applies to winged quadrupeds such as griffins and dragons.
Additionally, there are positions applying to direction, to indicate variations from the presumed position of any charge. Animals and animal-like creatures are presumed to be shown in profile, facing dexter (the viewer's left), and humans and human-like beings are presumed to be shown affronté (facing the viewer), unless otherwise specified in the blazon.
Attitude is the thirteenth studio album by the Canadian rock band April Wine, released in October 1993 (see 1993 in music). It was the band's first album since their break-up in the 1980s. The boy on the front cover of the album is Myles Goodwyn's son.
All tracks written by Myles Goodwyn unless otherwise noted.
Orally potent, lethal, but steady
Man your battle stations, I'm ready
Cold gettin bigger, an idol-like figure
Play me if you want and make like a trigger
Squeeze off your best, you can huff and puff
But it's kiddie stuff because your best ain't good enough
Stand at attention, your body in line
This ain't your average rhyme, if it is, it ain't mine
Ducks, has-beens, I'ma show them all
I'm not a joker but I laugh cause y'all can't brawl
I roll the mic, smoked I lay it to rest
Embalmed in my palm, I touch it and it's blessed
Got style, I know the routine
All punks poppin junk can't join my team
I got an attitude
I run through the motions, I don't ramble
20:1 I'm up to par, don't gamble
I take it till you're broke, you think it's a joke?
The last duck that laughed choked from my smoke
I light the mic on fire, set alarms to perk
Antoinette is alert, I put bodies to work
My attitude fills the room, you can feel the tension
And if I ain't around, just mention
I'm on the way with the mic at my side
Watch the ducks hit the road up to Duckhill Drive
When I finally approach I’ll be in the mood
To get loose and get mine, me and my attitude
I got an attitude
Come to the party with an attitude, a mood to chill
When the music starts kickin I can't keep still
Biters watchin me, eyein me, waitin to make
Little rumors causin tumors that I might break
But I'll never break, I'll just arrest the crowd
There's no ifs, no ands when it's pumped up loud
Cause I'ma rush em, crush em, shame, tame and blush em
Voices that are moist - I'll hush em
I'm no joke, the mic smoker of chicks
From the pack of the pick, no, it ain't no trick
I got rhymes that'll rock ya, beat that'll knock ya
If it don't shock ya the body'll stop ya
But don't play it close, other words hands off
Deep voice, heart moist, playin hard when you're soft
You want a cutie? Don't mean no harm Mr.Charm
Dom Perignon in the arm, duck alert the alarm
I'm not braggin or boastin, don't wanna be rude
But sad sorry lookin Sally’s keep tellin u I got an attitude
You wanna know why I play you like that? I don't like your face
Take your running shoes off, you ain't in this race
Kick back, sit back, step off, sit down and be numb
Feed crumbs to bums, rock rhymes over drums
It ain't complicated, must I break it down?
Def rhymes from a lady with a real live sound
Must admit it I'm with it so get with it, you dig?
Flossin karat in gear, real hair, not a wig
Bodily I'm vivacious and vocally gracious
Antoinette's put together in all the right places
Fit to carry wit, makin hit after hit
Never ask me to quit cause I'm eternally lit
You ain't ready, baby, sorry Sally, this is my thing
A lot of male vocalists can't even hang
And if they sound like a sissy when they diss they just p*ss me
Off, I get wild and on the mic I get busy
Bold just like a bee, I'm the queen of this thing
Rock a beat inside out like Whitney can sing
Clear my throat, hit a note, cold scold and bruise
You run circles with my words, I finds and loose
Ya, run you right into the edge, you must be on qualudes