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Separate me from my own two hands, I've killed so many times But I can't save the world from the creatures that don't die.

I kinda like the way you tell me, “Baby, please come home, I need you here right now, I'm crying underwater so you don't hear the sound.

Burst into flames Scream in the dark I'm gonna light up this place And I will be the only light I'll be the only light

Those lyrics are so good! That's why I Love Pierce The Veil.




I think the systems are in place now, at least for the most part. I feel as though the right step forward, after reviewing the previous alpha release – is to b-line the game to playable a state as close to the final product as possible.

'Playable' being the key word here. Development time is ultimately a balance between playability, variety, and quality.

The Garden Path's gameplay loop relies on variety to a degree, so I'll need to generate a good, sizeable amount of content to test the game's playability.

Quality, at least right now, matters the least. So while it may be tempting to pour time into a really good looking chair, what's important is that the chair is in the game as an identifiable object, not the artwork itself

Fortunately, since all the the items in the game are created by a single spreadsheet, if an item is on the spreadsheet, it's in the game. That means that over 200 items are already readable by the game and entirely functional, even if the artwork doesn't yet exist.

The artwork that's crucial are props, NPCs, and (to some degree) player equipment. While it doesn't matter how good ferns (as an example) look at this point, it's crucial that they're there in some form. Likewise, all NPCs play an important role in the game, so while they might sell items with no artwork, their presence and function is still felt by the tester.

This means essentially making quick splashes of colour for a concept, and moving on quickly to something else. As a result I've got lots of pretty crazy looking artboards at the moment! I'm sure the time will come when I clean it all up – but its all form over function.

Unfortunately this dampens my plan of sharing hoards of artwork content on social media to help promote the game, as most of this content is maybe 30% complete. In due course things will begin to take shape, but for now I'm a little reluctant to litter people's feeds with half drawn wood burners.

Which is one factor that lead me to consider live-streaming parts of the game's development – half-completed things are more interesting when they're being worked on.

So I did just that! Yesterday for about 2 hours I did my first ever live stream. It went better than expected, exceeding my personal goal of 2 live viewers (since 1 would just be me monitoring the stream). While I knew it wouldn't be as by-the-minute productive as a typical session working on the game, the goal is hopefully get more people interested in the development, and provide an easier place to answer questions.

I'll definitely be streaming again next week. I had a handful of folks tell me that they would have watched live if they had more of a heads up, so I'll likely be tweeting something out in advance from now on as a reminder.

But, if you're interested in live development, do check out my page on Twitch. Don't feel any pressure to make an account or follow if that's not your scene. I want to make an effort to have Twitter and Mastodon as active platforms during the stream so people can contact me there, since I know some may be reluctant to register.


Lets just take a look a couple gameplay decisions I've made over the last couple weeks.

The player character, in any game really, always has a funny relationship with the player themselves. Some people want to play themselves, some people want to play anyone but themselves, and in some games it not even questioned that the physicality of the player-character is given to you rigid.

We all love customizing our Legend of Zelda Link, for instance — deciding which armour we like the look of best with what colour dye and so on. We never question why we can't make our Link a woman, or give our Link a beard, perhaps by way of convention, or perhaps because he's a fully formed character with a name and backstory (although, plenty of games do exist where the latter is true and you can still customize the character to your heart's content).

In some games, however, if a certain customization option isn't available when so many others are, it's only natural to feel a little robbed.

I've wondered if I could do a successful balance in The Garden Path, one that's somewhat centred in the 'respect the world' philosophy I've tried to bring to root everything back to. In theory, it should reduce character-creation fatigue and keep the excitement of customization into the gameplay loop, all while still feeling as though the character is (at least in someway) an extension of the player's person. I realize I might just end up displeasing everyone.

I've mentioned before that skin colour is probably the one option I feel uncomfortable taking the option away for. I recall Animal Crossing back-in-the-day had a kind of 'tanning' system where the character would gradually get darker-skinned the more they stand in the sunny weather. That's a can of worms I don't want to open, and lends almost nothing to the player themselves.

Having struggled with an idea for hairstyles, however, it occurred to me I could utilise a similar principle – hair growing over time. The player can have it cut back should they want to, but can't cut their hair 'long' like in so many games.

I like this, because it goes hand in hand with the theme of passing-time that's core to the gameplay, but also with the absence of binary gender options. Long hair is long hair, short hair is short hair – should the player wish to couple that with a more masculine or feminine look, they can do so. I've made an effort to have all the different tiers of hair look appropriate either way.


Finally, a few thoughts on tea. As anyone knows tea is going to be a core part of The Garden Path's gameplay and identity, so it's important to me to get it right.

It always irked me that in a game that I want to feel is 'anti-crafting' that tea brewing ultimately a form of crafting.

Instead, I'm in the process of building a system that will feel more akin to Breath of the Wild's cooking than a traditional crafting system. That is, the player should never be punished for what they choose to combine. With the removal of hard-recipes, the player might not be brewing things most efficiently, but it will always be worthwhile.

As such, teas will only be different teas by why of identification, functionally all teas will follow the same rules. Certain ingredients will increase stats, some will multiply particular stats, some ingredients will combo with others. For instance, adding mint to any tea will always increase a character's charm, and sweetening a tea with honeycomb or syrups will multiply any charm benefit already there.

The game's job is to calculate what that tea will be called. It would be boring if everything was just named exactly what's in the tea. So, if certain criteria are met, it will receive its appropriate name – adding ginger and cardamom and other sweet spices will likely result in a Masala Chai, for example.

And this, to my delight, has brought everything full circle. It never felt right requiring tea leaves for a tea. After-all, pouring hot water over a hibiscus isn't a 'true tea', but it is still widely viewed as a tea. Tea itself is a plant that requires a very particular climate and geography, and a long drying and oxidisation process to become what we know as tea.

Tea would begin to consume the game – players would feel compelled to have huge tea farming operations. 'Black' teas, and 'white' teas, and 'green' teas are all the same plant of course, so there would need to be a system in place to oxidize the leaves at different stages in order to give the player choice.

I don't want that. I want a garden that feels abundant with a huge variety of different herbs and spices, each with a similar sense of importance-of-function.

So — tea will not a growable plant (its visually pretty boring, so no great loss), instead dried tea leaves will be a valuable traded resource. A resource that, when brewed with other ingredients, becomes a 'true tea', greatly multiplying the benefits of that tea.

Who is the sole trader of our valuable resource? Our good friend Tabbal the Toad, of course.

And so, finally, his impatience becomes an obstacle worth overcoming.


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from Ronald Steegstra

De komende nacht van de filosofietjes

Wat zal deze nacht brengen? Worden er in de wijk om middernacht duistere pakketjes afgeleverd met sterrenlicht en maanstof? Lig ik dan te woelen of te draaien? Eigenlijk woel ik liever dat klinkt aardiger. Hopelijk hebben de huismussen vandaag wel genoeg gegeten, afgelopen nacht kon ik hun magen horen tsjilpen. Wie weet heeft de God van de buurman vandaag tegen hem gezegd je hoeft niet te bidden om twee uur 's nachts. En Hij sprak tot zijn schare via facebook 'Staak u nachtelijk klagen en smeken en ga slapen dat is beter voor Mij en voor jullie'.

Doe ik mijn ogen toe of dicht, en wat maakt het uit. Lig ik daar straks wakker van? ga ik in discussie met mij, – . -

Doe je ogen toe! Neen ik doe mijn ogen dicht, ik kan ze niet toe doen! Kom nou iedereen kan zijn ogen toe doen, dat doe je al na de geboorte, er voor zijn ze al toe, in die baarmoeder is toch niks te beleven. Neen, mijn ogen kunnen alleen dicht, hooguit kunnen we ze sluiten, is dat een goed alternatief? Ik kan mijn ogen sluiten maar onder protest, ik voel meer voor toe. Let op, hier sluiten ze. Ik zie het nu ook niet, dan zijn die van mij ook gesloten.

. – . Zoiets, ik word misschien wel wakker met dorst, een droge mond of juist een volle blaas. Twee dingen die je eerst een poosje moet negeren en hopen dat ze voorbij gaan, nachtelijk activiteit is een slechte invloed voor de dagelijks gang van zaken. Het is nu te laat voor preventie, het water moet naar de blaas, zo is mijn lijf afgesteld. Ik heb geen kamelen bulten op mijn rug, dat zou niet zo lekker liggen, maar daar hadden de matrasmakers vast wel iets op gevonden. Vooraf op maat gemaakte kuilen. Dan lig je ook stabieler.

Na hardlopen heb ik vaak last van warme voeten, mijn voeten slaan energie op. Inslapen en warme voeten gaan bij mij niet samen. Koude voeten ook niet. Ik moet maar gewoon op bed gaan liggen en een nachtje slapen over al deze dilemma's. Morgenochtend moet ik deze morele vraagstukken maar op een rij zetten. Ze met de juiste uitwisbare marker op het whitebored zetten, voorzien van een prioriteiten nummer plus kleurcode, en daarna eens flink gaan mindmeppen.

Jullie zullen wel met je eigen moeilijkheden naar bed gaan, wel of niet met echt genoten. Koude voeten van een ander zijn ook geen pretje. Ik heb nog wel een paar sokken over, hoor. Die hangen hier al sinds de kerst, een Noord Pool met een rode muts en een witte baard is vergeten er wat in te stoppen. Onvergeeflijk. Smelten met die rot kappen.

Welterusten & heel veel mentale sterkte de komende nachtrust.


from froginthefog

Frodo is a hobbit, an adult child-looking creature living in The Shire.

Frodo inherit "the Ring that rules all other rings and makes you invisible but when you use it the Dark Lord Sauron sees you, like Jesus when you do dirty things alone" from Bilbo.

Gandalf the Grey, old wizard, tells him he needs to destroy the ring, they depart to do it; easy stuff, you can do it only in a gargantuan vulcano, near Sauron, 29384K miles away from The Shire and they go by feet, in this light you excuse a book of 1200k pages and more.

They form the Fellowship of 9 people (4 Hobbits, 1 Elf, 1 Dwarf, 2 Humans, 1 Gandalf, some rosemary and thime, cook slowly and you're done).

They meet Gollum, he's an ex Hobbit, ugly AF, evil AF, slightly touched in the head and wants to play with the ring.

Gandalf fight the Balrog, dies grey and reborn White.

Legolas and Gimli are in full bromance.

Merry & Pippin smoke Old Tuck's weed all day, drink the Ent water of power and becomes big-ass Hobbits, like giant newborn infants with swords.

Sam has breathing issues because he's overweight but saves Frodo many times, they ascend Mount Doom and throw the Ring+Gollum+Frodo's'finger in the fire.

The Dark Lord explodes, the ring melt, Gollum dies, the war is won.

Aragorn is the new king, marries hot woman-elf, lives a lot.

Some go beyond the sea to Elfland, some stay in the Middle Earth, richer and wiser.

Sam go back home to hot wife & kids, not so bad good'ol Sam!


#froginthefog #drds #hobbit #lotr


from lately

  • did the dishes

  • checked the mail

  • deleted Signal from my phone due to annoying texts all the time

  • reworked the budget, accounted for a Cricket SIM kit (so I can use the correct SIM for the Nokia 3310 phone (2017 model))

  • also in the budget, accounted for the Titan Security Keys that I will use with the Raspberry Pi for locking up online accounts

  • now making coffee

Nice day


from Dino’s Journal

A great read on why reputation matters so much now. Especially in light of how much information is available to the public nowadays. Plus some light history lesson on where the “Moon Landing” conspiracy theory came from.

Link: Say goodbye to the information age: it’s all about reputation now

In the average-case scenario, you trust newspapers, magazines or TV channels that endorse a political view which supports scientific research to summarise its findings for you. In this latter case, you are twice-removed from the sources: you trust other people’s trust in reputable science.

Huh, I actually didn't think of it that way, but that's true though.

So, do we now have to fact check everything we read or see online? No, that would take absurd amounts of our time. Not to mention, we probably won't come up with the correct answers doing our own research. Instead, we should ask the questions the author presented in the article, that I quoted below. It can act as sort of a checklist or framework for quickly verifying the accuracy of new information.

Whenever we are at the point of accepting or rejecting new information, we should ask ourselves: Where does it come from? Does the source have a good reputation? Who are the authorities who believe it? What are my reasons for deferring to these authorities? Such questions will help us to get a better grip on reality than trying to check directly the reliability of the information at issue.

Tags: #Bookmarks #Information


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from Ian's Comment

My reading continues apace, again, like last month, almost entirely fiction. The exception to this is Bertrand Russell's A History of Western Philosophy, which I have just started rereading to ease me back into philosophy and adjacent subjects (Alan Ryan's epic On Politics is also high up on my list). I think having one fiction and one non-fiction book going simultaneously will work well, but right now I'm just having too much fun with the former.

When it comes to fiction, I consider myself to be in the exploratory phase; I've been scouring annual summaries, reviews and book awards shortlists for likely candidates, reading online previews of the promising ones, and ordering hard copies of those I like. If the subject matter doesn't interest me or the preview doesn't capture my attention, I forget it and move on to the next one. There's a virtually unlimited supply, so ruthless culling is essential.

So most of the novels on my list are critically acclaimed and from pretty big-name authors, almost all of whose work I'm experiencing for the first time. I'm going for breadth to start with, but will undoubtedly come back and read more of my favourite authors in future. I've started with contemporary-ish novels, but there are also quite a few classics that I'll get to later on.

I've also found a good place to buy my books:, from which the proceeds are distributed between independent booksellers around the country. Right now the storefront is pretty basic, so I'm hoping they'll add more features so as to become more competitive with Amazon. At the moment most books are generally a little more expensive (which is understandable and acceptable), but what's really jarring is paying the shipping costs on top of this. Hopefully they'll create some kind of membership program with discounts and/or offer free shipping for orders above a certain value. They also need to add book previews and links to reviews to keep people on the site. But anyway, it's a good start and I hope they're successful.

As ever, I won't be providing reviews here; I've included links to the publisher's website for a synopsis of each book, and you all know how to use a search engine.

The Last Samurai

I thoroughly enjoyed The Last Samurai. Additionally, I was left feeling almost ashamed at how wasteful I've been: killing time when I could've been doing something much more worthwhile. Not that I'm claiming to be a genius (like the subject of the story), but still. I took this novel as a badly needed wake-up call, and for that alone it was worth it. It's also a very entertaining read.

Following this debut, DeWitt doesn't seem to have done much more, but this stands as a very strong magnum opus.

The Road

Next up was The Road, which I read in a single afternoon; this one certainly kept my attention. The reader is left in no doubt that whatever calamity has caused it (I'm guessing an asteroid impact), the end of the world really is nigh. There's no happy ending here; any reprieve for the characters is just delaying the inevitable. Horror in the true sense of the word. Relentless, with plenty of insight into human nature.

The Overstory

Next, the magnificent, immense The Overstory, the kind of book I've been waiting for.

In many of Powers' recent interviews (worth checking out) he talks about three different levels of storytelling. The first two are those we're all very familiar with: psychological and social-political, whereas the third is very unusual in modern times: the connection between humanity and the natural world. He suggests that many of our current problems have arisen from losing sight of this connection — from erroneously imagining ourselves as somehow separate — and that we therefore badly need a realignment of our world view, along with the exchange of hubris for humility and knowledge for wisdom, if we want our civilisation to continue (a sentiment I'm in agreement with).

Powers makes this explicit in the novel itself through one of his characters, who, incapacitated following a devastating stroke, has had his wife read stories to him:

The books diverge and radiate, as fluid as finches on isolated islands. But they share a core so obvious it passes for given. Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive— character—is all that matters in the end. It’s a child’s creed, of course, just one small step up from the belief that the Creator of the Universe would care to dole out sentences like a judge in federal court. To be human is to confuse a satisfying story with a meaningful one, and to mistake life for something huge with two legs. No: life is mobilized on a vastly larger scale, and the world is failing precisely because no novel can make the contest for the world seem as compelling as the struggles between a few lost people.

Ultimately, this is not a book about individual trees; it's about the whole tree of life and humanity's place within it. Many of the underlying ideas will already be familiar to the informed reader, but, again to quote the book:

The best arguments in the world won’t change a person’s mind. The only thing that can do that is a good story.

This is most certainly a good story.

The Plot Against America

Phillip Roth's The Plot Against America rounded out my May reading. Roth is yet another famous author who I'm discovering for the first time. The novel was very good, in common with all the others this month. Although an alternate history set around 1940, it is very relevant to our current situation; the dismantling of a nation via deliberate, gradual, quasi-justifiable steps is all too plausible.


So on to June, and first up is the Cold War epic Underworld, a door-stopper that looks like it might take up a good chunk of the month all on it's own, especially if I also get moving on A History of Western Philosophy.

I'll keep you posted.

#reading #books


from Silvernail Stories

This was a Thanksgiving creative writing assignment for my 6th grade English Class. We had to write a story about turkeys during Thanksgiving. I wrote it about 2 years ago so some of the writing is a little childish, but I recently went back to edit some of the worst parts. Ethan thought this story was funny, so I hope you do to. -Benji Silvernail

Turkey Day Afternoon It all began when I was strolling to the boring, deserted bathing pool on a perfectly interesting evening. All of a sudden, I thought I heard something behind me. I flipped around. “Thomas, are you stupid. Did you not hear what mom said?” It was my sister, Sally. “Yes I did, ok. I thought this was ok. It is real close to the hideout.” “Well it is not. Mom is going to be so mad.” said Sally. “Ha ha the joke is on you. Mom sent me here. I don’t even want to be here. I had a place to go. Jerry and I were gonna hold up a place.” I replied. Sally’s face sunk. She always wanted me to get in trouble.
Now you may be wondering, what is my family like. It sounds pretty crazy. I was born into a group of crazy turkeys. We are hated by almost everyone. The humans hate us, but hopefully not you, the other animals hate us, and even some turkeys hate us. Jerry is my best friend. Me and him grew up together. He is not as attractive as me. He hangs out with me, and so girls like him as well. I like to tell myself that is not the only reason he is friends with me.
Anyway we needed money. It was around Thanksgiving so we had to stay around the hideout. Jerry and I were going to do this low key, cause Mom and Dad would not like us doing this. Anyway, Sally looked real sad. She started walking away. “Be back soon,” she said, trying to sound nice. I started walking to the bathing pool. When I got there, Jimmy was waiting near the pond inside a treehouse that we set up when we were young. The only reason I saw him was cause I knew he would be there. He had two masks clamped in between his feathers. “What’s up, where have you been. We hardly have enough time,” he said. He was not mad. I could tell by the way he looked. He thought I might be late.
We started walking. While I was walking a thing popped in my head. Why had Sally not yelled at me for holding up a place. She definitely would have taken the chance to yell at me. Then it hit me. I bet she was also worried about the money. She probably wanted me to do it. That’s what it was. I felt better about it.
We came up to the shop. We were about 50 feet from the store. Jimmy climbed up into a nearby tree. He held up a pair of binoculars. “I think there are about 15 turkeys in there,” he said. “Ok, I’ll be crowd control.” We both put on our masks. “So here is the plan,” said Jimmy, “you will run in and yell, ‘This is a hold up,’ then I will run in and start emptying the cashier. See you will scare them with your claws, ok.” “Yea I got it.” We ran in. “Reach for the sky!” I yelled, then realized I was supposed to say ‘this is a hold up’. “This is a hold up,” I corrected myself. Jimmy ran in behind me. He ran right over to the cashier. He was good at this. I stood there awkwardly. This was taking too long. Suddenly, I heard the noise of shattering glass. I saw Jimmy duck. He was just in time. A bullet hole was right were his head had been. “What was that,” I heard a bystander yell. I looked through the gap the glass used to fill. I saw two hunters. What, I thought. Hunters never came this far into our territory. Jimmy and I both looked at each other. I yelled, “Ok now everybody run into the back room!” Everyone stood up. They seemed pleased at the idea of running from the gunshots. Once we all got back behind the wall, Jimmy and I had a second to talk. “What do we do now?” I said“I don’t know.” “We could leave these people and try to escape by ourselves.” Jimmy said, “No, we got to help these people.” He was right. It would be mean and awful to leave these people. “You are right,” I said. With this new responsibility, we started to form a plan. We would start a fire by lighting a piece of wood, and then we would throw it out of the store. We hoped that this would scare all the hunters away. There was one more part of our plan. We would charge out of the store after we threw the log that was on fire. He and I both knew how this would probably end, in our deaths. So out of the store we ran. The last things our eyes saw before this, were the faces of 15 shocked people. As we ran out the door, two bullets flew at us. Jimmy’s bullet flew right through him. Mine missed, but we both kept on. As we came up to the hunters they were in shock. How was Jimmy, or that turkey to them, still running. As we came upon them we started scratching them. We did not want to kill them; we just wanted to scare them off. It worked. They ran off, scared to death. And right there, in my arms, Jimmy went to sleep, and never woke up. About a year after this there was a knock on our door. As I opened the door, I was shocked to see all the animals from the store we robbed outside my door. I thought it was the end. They had decided to finally kill us. But what I heard was quite the opposite. A man walked up from the crowd. He said, “My daughter was at the store you robbed.” I was ready for the end. “She came home without a scratch. I thought nothing was wrong. But when she walked in, she told me what happened. The heroic acts of you and your friends made us all think twice about you guys. If you guys don’t rob anyone or do anything bad, then you can come back to the town.” The only reason we ever started robbing was because they kicked us out of the city. Now they were taking that back.


from ego echo

Maar, maak je dan helemaal niks mee op zo'n dag? Kun je niet iets bedenken van wat je hebt meegemaakt? Gewoon, iets kleins, iets simpels. Het kan van alles zijn. Misschien een berichtje gelezen waarvan je dacht, goh, hoe zit dat dan. Of dat je jezelf ongemakkelijk voelde, of juist heel erg op je gemak, gerustgesteld. Weet ik veel, gewoon, iets. Maar nee, jij loopt maar rondjes door dat park, kijkt mistroostig naar alles wat er stuk is, kapot gaat, naar de mensen die zich prima vermaken en zorgeloos lijken. En dat alles is voor jou alleen maar een bevestiging van hoe alles naar de gallemiezen gaat, ja toch? Want zo is het toch? Je loopt maar te zuchten en te steunen. Als je al loopt. Zeg eerlijk, zoveel loop je niet. Je fietst ook al niet. Je beweegt nauwelijks. Die rondjes door het park, hoe lang is dat nou eigenlijk al niet geleden? Nee, eerlijk zeggen. Dat slaat toch nergens op. Het zijn rondjes in je hoofd die je loopt. Weet je, eigenlijk hè, jij bent net zo'n hamster in zo'n molentje. En maar malen. Waarover dan? Het leven, de dood? Nee, je weet het zelf niet! Oh, wacht, hier, kijk dan, kom ik onverwacht eerder thuis en naar welke site zit jij te turen? De godvergeten NVVE! Is dat wat je echt wilt met je hele zijn hier. Bedenken hoe je je eigen dood zo aardig mogelijk kunt regelen? Ga je lid worden dan, van die club der doodswensen? Ja joh, moet je doen. Geef je daar toch je zuurverdiende centjes aan uit. Hoewel, jouw geld? Wat een gelul ook, het is allemaal mijn geld, wel zo makkelijk ook. Ga je gang, doe het. Regel die hele zooi maar. Misschien word je daar wel blij van. Dat het allemaal in kannen kruiken is. Of moet ik zeggen: urnen en kisten? Wat? Hoezo is dat een beetje naargeestig? Moet jij zeggen met die zenuwenkop van je. Dat is pas naargeestig en ik moet er de hele godganse dag naar kijken. Nou, hoe zit het. Gaan we nog wat eten of was je daar ook te lamlendig voor. Een happie maken voor je liefde van je leven? Want dat was ik toch, ooit? Ja, lang geleden was dat. Ik weet het nog goed. Toen neukten we nog, soms wel twee keer per maand, wauw! Ach, flikker toch op ook, ik ga wel naar de chinees. Gezellig daar zitten in m'n uppie bij het afhaalloket. Hebben ze gewoon hoor, tegenwoordig. Die mensen doen tenminste nog iets met hun leven. Die willen wel door, zo goed en zo kwaad als het kan. Kun jij nog een mooi voorbeeld aan nemen. Maar nee, dat doe je niet. Met je afgezakte joggingbroek en je krokodillentranen. Getver, ik verdraag het niet meer! Hou op met je jankmuil! Doe het dan, maak er een eind aan dan! Ik ben er helemaal klaar mee, doei!

#waanvandedag #proza #euthanasie #nvve


from ThankU.

【空降热搜✖️绿林】520约会篇(后续R) (前文) 陆以尧看着被自己骗到身上的人,终于开始吃起了自己的食物。陆以尧轻松的撬开冉霖的防线,扫荡着本就属于他的一切。他熟练的卷起冉霖的送入自己口中品尝,温柔而激烈的吻使二人抵死缠绵。


































































“你是不是哪里不舒服啊?我还以为我按摩一早上你会好点。”陆以尧说道。 “没……咳……”冉霖说不出的沙哑,“没事,就是……没力气,腿软腰疼。”冉霖声音越来越小,几乎就要听不见。








from Gerrit Niezen

So even though I managed to get libmtp compiled under Windows, I can't get it to work with Node.js. I've decided to take the same approach as what I did with ffmpeg's libavutil library, and cross-compile it under Linux instead.

To do this, I needed mingw64 on my Linux machine:

sudo apt-get install mingw-w64
sudo apt-get install mingw-w64-tools

It doesn't look like libusb has been pre-compiled for mingw64 on Linux, so I had to do the following:

git clone
 git checkout v1.0.23
./configure --host=x86_64-w64-mingw32
DESTDIR=$HOME/Code/mingw64/ make install

This installs the libusb library (compiled for Windows) under $HOME/Code/mingw64/. Then I had to configure libmtp to use our Windows libusb build:

PKG_CONFIG_PATH_PREFIX=$HOME/Code/mingw64/usr/local/lib/pkgconfig  ./configure --host=x86_64-w64-mingw32

Again I had to fix unicode.c to get it working. I should submit this work as a PR to libmtp.

Next step: Try to get this working in as a native Node.js addon.

For reference:

I’m publishing this as part of 100 Days To Offload. You can join in yourself by visiting

#100DaysToOffload #day33 #libmtp


from Brandon's Journal

I have a love and nostalgia for video stores that runs deeper than probably any other form of nostalgia. My first job was at a video store and I feel like I spent the majority of my weekends in my youth hanging out in video stores. It was just my favorite place to be and sadly a place of the past.

Growing up movie collecting was important to me. My father didn't believe in buying movies, because he would never watch a film more than once. I, on the other hand, loved to re-watch movies and I loved having a little piece of the video store in my own bedroom.

The first big title on VHS that I owned was 1989's Batman. I got this for Christmas and it was arguably the video I watched the most.

As I grew older, I began taking my birthday money and Christmas money and buying movies that I liked. My Dad would help out occasionally, but usually it was up to me to build my collection. Not all of my tapes were commercial releases, since I also had a massive collection of blank tapes that I used to archive TV shows, wrestling, and even rented movies in SLP.

By the time I became a teenager and working at Blockbuster, my VHS collection had grown into the hundreds. Flea markets and yard sales had been good to me over the years and I had a little bit of everything. I proudly displayed my movie collection and I kept it until sometime around 2007 when I finally boxed up my tapes and got rid of them.

I won't go as far as to say I regret that, but some titles I wish I would have held onto. About three years ago, I stumbled upon a small collection of VHS tapes my parents had of mine, but these were movies I cared so little for I left them when I moved out. I brought them home with me, but ultimately decided to discard them as well.

Last year, my fiancée bought me a sealed VHS copy of Scream that I intended on taking to a horror convention and getting signed. Some problems arouse that prevented me from making that trip, but I held onto the tape since Scream has slowly become one of my favorite franchises and it looked good on my shelf.

A few weeks ago, my buddy Michael started collecting VHS tapes again. His purchases excited me and I thought about how much I would love to do the same, but I've dabbled in collecting them in the past and I always struggled with it. It's not that I don't enjoy trying to hunt VHS tapes down or watching them, I just have this thing about space and living lightly and VHS tapes are bulky.

Also, in the past when I've bought some VHS tapes, I've bought just random titles I stumbled upon. I didn't intentionally collect. I didn't go after those titles I really wanted or the boxes that I had nostalgia for and that was a mistake. I'd look at the tapes and feel like they were useless clutter and get rid of them.

A week ago, I was chatting with Michael about laser discs when I decided to browse some titles on eBay. One search led to another and the next thing I know I had stumbled upon an auction containing the entire Scream trilogy including the widescreen version and director's commentary. Also included were the first two I Know What You Did Last Summer films and House of Wax. It was an instant collection of films that I liked and I decided to buy it.

When I got the box Tuesday evening, I opened it up and found the seller had included a couple of bonus films: Wrong Turn and Believe. I had never heard of Believe before and the idea of there being a late 90's horror film that I didn't know and owned on VHS excited me to no end. I had to watch it and so yesterday I stopped off at a local Goodwill and I got lucky. For $8.99 I found a great Sony VCR that was in excellent condition. It even had the plastic wrap still on the clock display screen.

I had no way of fully testing the unit, but I did plug it in and made sure it rewound and seemed to play the tape that was found inside of it. The Goodwills around me don't typically sell VHS tapes, so thankfully someone had left their recording of the revival of V in the unit.

I got the VCR home and I sanitized it. Luckily my fiancée had some RCA cables to hook it up. I hit play once the TV was turned on and I had a perfect picture and everything worked great. I was back watching TV like I grew up watching.

I really enjoyed watching my VHS tapes yesterday and I look forward to collecting some more. I think it may be time to rebuild my movie collection.



from nxfury

Once upon a gloomy day, an innocent programmer (innocent? yeah, right...) stared at his Linux terminal in dismay only to find that the wifi card he installed wasn't supported, and he threw out the old one. This tale of woe documents my actual misadventures with the Linux kernel back in the days of Linux Kernel version 2.6 or so in 2004.

Tell-tale signs

I remember getting my old 2007 Dell XPS right when it came out from a third party seller and how he swapped the included WiFi card with one that was absolutely horrible for the time. Since a replacement card was cheap, I invested in a replacement card for the laptop, which was a Broadcom card.

After a bit of waiting and checking the mailbox constantly, it had arrived and I excitedly popped open the laptop and inserted the card... And threw out the old one- welcome to hell...

I booted my Ubuntu installation, complete with wobbly windows, and fired up bash and excitedly ran ping The happy smile quickly turned to an analytical frown, wondering why this could be. Running ifconfig didn't list the new wlan card either...


Since I knew this was a Broadcom WiFi card, I plugged into Ethernet (which thankfully worked) and began a massive googling spree. After a couple hours of searching for “Broadcom Wifi not working Linux”, “Linux Broadcom support”, and so on it was discovered that I needed to utilize a package called ndiswrapper, which effectively allows the loading of Windows XP firmware for wireless card to be loaded under Linux through a wrapper.

NDISWrapper Hell

Excited that there was a solution, I downloaded the firmware for Windows XP and installed the ndiswrapper package. After adding blacklist bcm43xx blacklist b43 blacklist b43legacy blacklist ssb to /etc/modprobe.d/blacklist.conf, I was ready to install the driver. I installed the driver in a Windows XP virtual machine and obtained the .INF file that corresponded to the broadcom card. From there, I believed it to be a simple sudo ndiswrapper -i broadcom.inf to install the driver.

But lo and behold, the driver wasn't written for my CPU Architecture, and the installation failed every single time! Out of desperation, I even experimented with QEMU to see if I could just emulate the driver, to no avail.

After 3 days of banging my head against a desk, rebooting, restoring from a backup and more, I gave up entirely on NDISWrapper and turned back to Google.

The Discovery

After a couple more hours of Google-Fu, I stumbled upon a discovery- A developer was working on a patchset for the same WiFi card I had, and these changes weren't in the kernel! For those who are unaware, patchsets are groups of .patch files you can run the patch command on, to modify source code to look like what the developer made. Excitedly, I downloaded this and a fresh copy of the Linux Kernel source code.

Kernel Games

With everything downloaded, extracted the Linux kernel source code and cd'ed into it. Following this, I ran patch < 1.patch over and over again, but changing the name of the path of patch until I had applied the entire set. Then I executed cp /boot/config-uname -r.config to copy the stock Ubuntu kernel config to the .config file required for compiling a new kernel. After this, it was just a matter of running make menuconfig to customize the kernel and enable the Broadcom driver. After saving and exiting, it was time to compile the kernel.

After running make deb-pkg LOCALVERSION=-broadcom I sat and waited... For 18 hours. After waking up the next day, I noticed compilation completed. As expected according to the Debian manual, the .deb files were one directory up. So after verifying they were there, the kernel was then installed via dpkg and a reboot verified the custom kernel was installed.

It Works, But...

After installing the custom kernel, WiFi was finally working. However, the speed did not increase and the performance wasn't as advertised. This led me to believe it was due to a hardware limitation and I had wasted all this time over a stupid WiFi card...

I later would just install an Ethernet wall jack where I kept my laptop because I wanted the speed at the time, and this laptop would go on to last until 2012, when it gave off magical blue smoke.



from Social&Savage

A small disclaimer before I start. This is a hypothetical scenario I'm quoting here! Please don't take everything 100% serious!

Have you ever thought about this scenario? What if there would be no more social media platform around. No Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, LinkedIn, Pinterest or Twitter. All gone within a couple of minutes.

One thing would funny for sure. A lot of these digital marketing gurus put there, would be super scared and don't know what to do! Most of them count heavily on these platforms. Especially Facebook and their Ads Market would be a massive lost for most of them.

But for the majority of us, this split or deletion would be a pleasant surprise. As you might know – expect if you were born after 2005 you would have no idea about it – there was a time before, when you would actually meet up in person. There was no WhatsApp or DM to reach someone.

This article shouldn't be a retrospective of life before social media. It's a What If scenario! One which could very much come true, as President Donald Trump is threatening Twitter and Facebook at the very moment I draft this article.

I believe – once everyone realised that they can't check Instagram anymore – most people would immediately be looking for an outlet. Social media is such a part of our everyday life, people would need to find a distraction fast! My bet would be on libraries, book shops and meet-ups. Most of us would start to read again and therefore find a filler for the big social media hole. For the younger audience reading this article, you would find an alternative too. Maybe you would finally start picking up a book! From a private aspect, we would know what to do within a couple of days.

But if you take a closer look at this from a business standpoint, you will start biting your nails. Let's analyse a few specific fields of operations:

Marketing and Sales:

This is the one department a tone of business would suffer from. So companies use social media as a powerful communication tool. Not only to interact with their audience or community, but to also feature new products or releases within seconds.

If you add the whole advertising aspect into the mix as well, you would end up seeing a lot of missed ad space. I would even go as far and say, that the regular paper, magazine and TV ad would take over again. Meaning only the richest or biggest companies would afford to advertise again.

However the most brutal place businesses would miss out, is in their sales department. Not only would sales reps loose the possibility to double check their leads, they would also have to get back to annoying sales methods, like cold calling over the phone. Most importantly, they would loos the ability to close deals fast. As they would rely on regular communication systems again.

HR and Recruiting:

For these departments this situation could be very dangerous. Not that they would not be able to their job anymore. Recruiting was very active before the emerge of social media, but there is one platform a tone of them use: LinkedIn! Heck, they even set out pricing plans for HR and Recruiters.

The standard workflow for recruiters these days is to look for the profiles of candidates and save their profiles for further questioning. If they would get rid of this essential tool, I believe most of the recruiting would take longer and therefore more projects in the end could be postponed.

Especially if there is a big hiring spree in a cooperate environment. These delays could end up costing big companies more in the long run...

For now, these departments would be the one suffering the most from the direct loos of social media outreach. However, I believe that a lot of work colleagues would suffer as well. As most of the after hour gatherings or lunch events are planned with Messenger or WhatsApp Chats.

However, I believe the most interesting question we can throw out there is, if the companies associated with these giants would be taken down as well? In theory Instagram, WhatsApp, Oculus and Vine could be bought back, if they have enough money. That however is proper guess work, as we have no idea what the legal arrangements are with said companies.

All in all, life would be less hectic. We would stop compare us and actually focus on proper relationships again. A lot of cyberbullying would stop and teenagers as a whole would stop being so fake. On the other hand, the business world could suffer immensely and would be taken back a couple of decades again. I'm not saying that it wouldn't work, but a lot of industries would have to adapt again.

Let's see what the future holds. I just saw the announcement of President Trump. Maybe he already pushed the law into action. Time to catch up and see what will follow in the next couple of hours. I will definitely write a follow up for this article!


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