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While cleaning up/assessing damage following our house flood, I finally found a lost digital stylus I’ve been looking for for a couple of months.
Unfortunately it’s been sat under the water line so I don’t know yet if it survived. But it’s FOUND, at least!
(Look at me, finding ways to stay positive!)
It feels inconceivable to me that we’re only at F-Day plus three; that is, three days since a flash flood rushed through the ground floor of our house and forced us to evacuate. We’ve been able to visit since and start assessing the damage, but for now I figured that what you’d want would be the kinds of horrible pictures that make you say “wow; I’m glad that didn’t happen to me”.
These pictures are all from F-Day itself (which happened to be Friday the 13th; delightful, eh?):
We’ve had a few nights in Premier Inns, but it’s a new week and it’s time to hassle the insurance company to come and have a look around. And then, maybe, we can start working out where we’ll live so the repair work can start.
Ugh.
I want normal life back now, please.
I appreciate that it’s only 40-ish hours since my house flooded and we had to move out. But with all the stress and activity that’s necessarily followed, it feels like it’s been so much longer.
Unrelated note: why has the person in the room above me at this hotel been using a pogo stick since around 05:30?
This morning, from my Premier Inn window, the skies are clear. I could almost forget that, just 4 miles away, my house is full of water.
Today may well be a day of waders and damage assessment, conversations with insurance companies and of working out where we’ll be living for the near future.
But strangely, what’s thrown me first this morning was that I couldn’t make this post submit.
Turns out my crosspost-to-mastodon checkbox was checked. Because my Mastodon server… runs on my homelab. Which is currently unplugged and in one of the highest rooms of a house with no electricity or Internet access. (Or, probably, running water… although that matters less to a homelab.)
I think I moved it before it got wet, but yesterday is such a blur that I just don’t know. I remember we spent some time fighting back the water with sandbags and barricades. I remember the moments each room began to fail, one by one, and we started moving whatever we could carry to higher floors (max props to folks from Eynsham Fire Bridade for helping with the heavy stuff). But if you ask me what order we rescued things in, I just don’t know.
I guess we’ll find out when the waters recede, and it’s safe to go check.
Fucking hell.
My house is under water.
Well, fuck.
James van der Beek died this week of bowel cancer; he was only a couple of years older than I am. I guess I’m at that point of my life where unexpectedly-early celebrity deaths might start being “around my age”.
I’m neither young nor angsty enough to enjoy a re-watch of Dawson’s Creek, but I especially loved him in Don’t Trust the B—- in Apartment 23 so maybe I’ll re-watch that.
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- What fragments you?
- What defragments you?
- How are you balancing both?
My dear friend Boro raises this curious provocation, which I really enjoyed musing upon this evening. His choice of words are excellent.
Fragmentation is about context-switching. About disfocus. About the scattering of ideas. We think of defragmentation – the “re-ordering” of data – as a necessary good: bringing management and logic to how our information is arranged. But it’s Boro’s third question that reminds us that that’s not necessarily true.1 2
Anyway: Boro’s post is a reminder that a human brain is not a magnetic drum, and fragmentation is not necessarily something to fear. What’s an extra millisecond or two of psychological “seek time” as you aim to remember the date of your friend’s birthday… if the mental journey takes you past memories of parties long-ago? How bad, really, is a few moments of seeking the right word if, on the way, you discover the perfect metaphor for that blog post?3
What Boro accidentally touches on, for me, is the concept of premature optimisation. We talk about this being bad in software engineering circles, but it’s also bad for us psychologically. Taking shortcuts weakens our ability to think things through “the hard way”. Earlier today, I had a thought about… something inconsequential about heart rates… and chose to use mental arithmetic, over the course of several minutes, to estimate an answer to my query. My phone – with its built-in calculator app – sat in my pocket the whole time. I chose the less-efficient route, and I felt better for it. Efficiency is not always the goal.
Or, as folks in my circles are saying a lot lately: inconvenience is counterculture. I quite like that.
Anyway: thanks, Boro, for the thought.
1 Brief side-note #1: if you’re wondering why you haven’t had to “defrag your hard drive” for the last decade or so: the biggest reason is that SSDs don’t suffer fragmentation in the same kind of way (and, indeed, trying to defragment them probably reduces their lifespan!). Fragmentation on physical media is a problem only because the magnetic heads need to jump back and forth between “parts” of a file or stream of data, which introduces wear and slows down seeking. But on solid state media, where data is referenced directly by memory address, fragmentation is no impediment.
2 Brief side-note #2, with the understanding that the side notes are now getting to be longer than the actual content: one of my favourite features of late-stage HDD defragmentation utilities was that they were smart about what they defragmented where. Not only could they group individual files “together”, they could also group frequently-used-together files close to one another (minimising head movement) and could even cluster frequently-accessed files like operating system data very close to the edge of physical media, where the angular rotation of the heads would be smallest (because the track length was greatest). Mind-boggling how these things, like e.g. screen savers as a mechanism to prevent CRT burn-in, become completely obsolete but still live on in popular consciousness.
3 Y’know, the one about defragmentation.
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It’s the year 2101. Corporations have taken over the world. The only way to be free is to join a pirate crew and start plundering the galaxy. The only means of survival is to play basketball.
Now it’s your turn to go out there and make a name for yourself. Create your crew and start wandering the galaxy in search of worthy basketball opponents.
The game is under heavy development and breaking changes are often introduced. If you can’t continue an old game because the save file is invalid, you probably need to start a new one or open an issue to check if the save file can be migrated.
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Just try it out!
Connect via SSH to try the game.
ssh rebels.frittura.org -p 3788Save files are deleted after 2 days of inactivity.
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I feel like I’m reading a lot about SSH lately and how it can be used for exotic and unusual tasks. Tarpitting‘s fun, of course, but really what inspires me is all these dinky projects like ssh tiny.christmas that subvert the usual authentication-then-terminal flow that you expect when you connect to an SSH server.
These kinds of projects feel more like connecting to a BBS. And that’s pretty retro (and cool!).
Anyway: Rebels in the Sky is a networked multiplayer terminal-based game about exploring the galaxy with a team of basketball-loving space pirates. I met the main developer on a forum and they seem cool; I’m interested to see where this quirky little project ends up going!
(The pixel art planets, based on Deep-Fold’s work, are amazing too. Honestly impressed to see animations like these transmitted over a shell!)
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Welcome to my collection of cones that have found themselves in peculiar circumstances.
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In the style of Wild Bread, Curious Cones is a catalogue of traffic cones in unusual places, and that is all.
How wonderful and weird our World Wide Web is, that such a thing can exist. And it’s got an 88×31, too (now sported on my blogroll)!
With thanks to Piece of the Pie’s “Site of the Week” for helping me discover it!
Mostly as a note to myself, but here’s what to do if you’re running linuxserver/syncthing via Docker on Unraid and it keeps saying:
ERR Database error when getting previous version (error="getkv: database disk image is malformed (11)" log.pkg=syncthing)
The problem is that Syncthing’s index has been corrupted. I was able to fix it by getting a shell into the relevant Docker container and moving the index: Syncthing detected it as absent and re-created it, re-indexing everything. Here’s what I did:
docker exec -it syncthing bash
mv /config/index-v2 /config/index-v2-BROKEN
Everything fixed itself immediately and the Docker logs showed the reindex underway.
My partner and her husband (my metamour) have a tradition that every 5th wedding anniversary they get the “next size up” of champagne bottle.
This meant that on yesterday, when we celebrated their 15th, we needed to get through a Methuselah: a massive 6 litre bottle equivalent to nine standard bottles of champagne (rightmost in the attached picture).
It’s times like these you’re glad of friends you can call on to help you drink such a monster!
This checkin to GC8X84J Crawley to Minster Loop - #1 Acrux reflects a geocaching.com log entry. See more of Dan's cache logs.
One last cache on this afternoon’s walk before I had to take the geopup off for a doggy bath! We tried a couple of obvious hosts near the GZ before expanding our search and quickly finding its hidey-hole. TFTC!
This checkin to GC7YHDV One with the tree reflects a geocaching.com log entry. See more of Dan's cache logs.
QEF in the third host I tried. SL. TFTC!
This checkin to GC8X88R Crawley to Minster Loop - #12 Zosma reflects a geocaching.com log entry. See more of Dan's cache logs.
Walking backwards and forwards past the GZ eventually enabled the geopup and I to spot this very-visible but high-up cache. Soon it was retrieved, the log signed, and returned. Logbook is very full; I had to just initial it.
This checkin to GC8X888 Crawley to Minster Loop - #11 Wasat reflects a geocaching.com log entry. See more of Dan's cache logs.
The dog’s walk needed extending to make sure she’s well worn-out and not too-excited for some guests we’re having over this evening, so she and I came and parked on Dry Lane (ironically-named, it seems, as the road was flooded) and walked down to try to find this cache. Unfortunately we weren’t able to find it, this time, but we’ll try again next time we’re in the vicinity.
