Re: Is this C style function well written and thread safe?

Pete Becker <>
Thu, 13 Sep 2007 07:42:31 -0400
On 2007-09-13 00:23:09 -0400, Old Wolf <> said:

On Sep 13, 11:15 am, Pete Becker <> wrote:

On 2007-09-12 18:44:38 -0400, Old Wolf <> said:

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: In the following function, pleas assume that the Date object is well
: written. What I really want to know is if my char buff is being
: handled safely.

: int iMonth=0, iDay=0, iYear=0;
: d.GetDate(iYear, iMonth, iDay);
: sprintf(buff, "%d/%d/%d", iMonth, iDay, iYear);

As you say, this is dreadful code because it will
buffer overflow if unexpected values comes from

But the explicit assumption is that GetDate is "well written," which
certainly implies that it doesn't produce unexpected values. If it
does, the problem is in GetDate, not in the code that assumes that it
does what it's supposed to do. If you don't trust GetDate to meet its
contract, what do you trust it to do?

As little as possible !

What happens when you link against an upgraded version
of the library that has a bug or behaves slightly differently?

What happens whenever code has a bug? You either hide it by protecting
yourself evey place you use that code, or you fix it in one place. The
lattter is clearly preferable.

If the upgraded version "behaves slightly differently" then its
specification has changed. If you can't rely on its original
specification, you have to review the code that uses it to find out
where you need to make changes.

IMHO, it is better to make sure that your own code cannot
cause a buffer overflow, even when poked with a large stick.

You recommended using snprintf instead of sprintf. How do you protect
yourself against a bug in snprintf?

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