Cosmic Encounter

Cosmic Encounter Online: yes, that Cosmic Encounter.

This game was one of my favorites, back in the day, partly because the rules forced direct social negotiation to be the basis of play. It was hilarious. The game bears some relationship to Magic, in that you gain and lose gaming capability (“powers”) that affect gameplay via cards (at least in the offline version).

What made it fun, in my opinion, is that the effects and strengths of the powers were very vaguely, linguistically defined, and so everyone in the game had to negotiate the limits and effects of the powers, each time they were deployed. Which led to much bribing, yelling, plotting, stealing, and all the other sorts of things we speaking monkeys do for fun in the off-season.

I have no idea where I got my copy of the game. Did I inherit it from Eric Sinclair? I don’t think so, but maybe.

Well, that, like, sucked

I went down to Folklife this afternoon, despite having decided against it last year, after all that baloney the enforcement nerds at last year’s Seattle Center events put Jason through.

I went partly because (please note, usability engineers) I couldn’t find decent information on the event this year at the NWFolklife web site.

(I think it’s interesting from a usability and marketing perspective that, in this case, less information drove my decision to visit, the opposite behavior that would be generally predicted in response to such a situation. The downloadable PDFs do reproduce the schedules, and in theory they have a search interface – but that’s about all the info that’s available online.)

In particular, I wanted to find out about the annual instrument auction. Without information on the website that I could find easily, I had to go down to Seattle Center to find out. After asking two clueless volunteers, both of whom expressed horror that it might be no more, I located the information in the program.

Guess what? it’s no more, and in the program they have the arrogance, gall, and general bitter stupidity to blame eBay. The exact words are “online auction sales,” but I’m sure you can do the math.

So I don’t know, maybe I had a chip on my shoulder, but after learning that, I wandered around what used to be my favorite thing about living in Seattle, seeing the festival pretty much the way I used to as a teenager: stupid hippies faking Irish and Jamaican accents, playing pale imitations of folk music without conviction, discipline, or energy.

Indeed, the guiding aesthetic appeared to firstly, at all costs, avoid the embarrassing, authoritarian convention known as “song structure”. Secondly, emphasize needless and flashy virtuosity for its’ own sake, partly so that some structure might be provided for the dutiful listeners to insert applause at the appropriate times.

I’m quite sure that these perceptions are colored by my jaded view of the event’s organizers and hosts, and that there are as many interesting and firey performers as in previous incarnations of the festival, but I, it seems, lack the patience to seek them out.

In server rebuild news, I found a perl script to automate adding files to Gallery. Hope that bellerophon can bear up under the weight. The modock site may also be complete, save the guestbook.

poat-ry

Paul sez, “post it.”

Despite the fact of it’s being a quickie I will. Originally this was a line in a comment on Paul’s site, but it changed. “Bel” is an abbreviation I use to refer to bellerophon, this webserver.

It’s also an old, old, North African name used by the Berber, who lived along the shores of the Mediterranean before the Romans. When the Islamic expansion came, they moved into the mountains, and some beyond into the desert.

This was composed prior to this week’s earthquake in Algeria.

Originally, “Hades’ mist” was “Agent Smith,” in a silly Matrix reference which I’ve since thought better of.

For Hades’ mist has touched the mind of Bel;
and before Roman eyes his city falls.
There, above the Carthaginian shore
his home shall be among the mountain folk,
Past the end of empires: one, two, three, four.

In other news, partial restores of both modock and tussinup are in place. Digging into Gallery reveals: there is no straightforward way to automate the album-building process. Foo.

A big THANK YOU to Google caching!

webside services re-enabled

Today’s meditative activities included getting the image-server ‘Gallery’ back up, the php/mysql-based site counter reactivated, and some other wrangling along those lines.

My outstanding goals, then, are:

  • add images back to Gallery
  • re-update the resume site
  • re-deploy modock.whybark.com and tussinup.whybark.com
  • re-deploy the guestbooks for both of these sites
  • re-deploy the Ken Goldstein Project

Of these, getting the images into Gallery and redeploying the KGP look to be the trickiest, as both modock and tussinup are relatively simple sites that I developed offline – so, in theory, I should be able to more-or-less slap the dev copies up and fine-tune. Tussinup is dependent on Gallery-hosted images, however.

And there’s the rub. On bellerophon, Gallery takes about 20 seconds to process each image – and I estimate up to 4000 images to be processed. Leave aside the whole issue of my storage structure conventions. Yeesh.

inching forward

Search has been restored, as has word count (and SmartyPants and Trickle, in theory).

But the ol’ mind is firing on one cylinder today and I haven’t yet suceeded at some slightly more complex twiddles yet. Tomorrow.

bellerophon

…and we’re back.

There will be countless broken image links, I realize. Please bear with me. There are many things to tackle on the machine, and I am far from having a comprehensive list. I could go on, but, of course, I must spare my esteemed dancin’ banana-lovin’ colleague.

Won’t you try the comments?

You are the One

Progress! I was able to re-deploy MT with relative ease – read-write to and from the database, writes files to the drive when a rebuild is engaged. Still some permission problems to clean up and I haven’t tested the image-processing routines yet.

In other news, in their current issue, Tablet ran some 125-word comics reviews I wrote a while ago. Re-reading them, I was disappointed – I had intially written them without worrying about length and cut them to 125, and I feel it shows. It’s kind of standard to include three points in a comic review: a brief plot summary, a description of the overall artistic style and approach, and some critical analysis. At 125 words, I found that was roughly a sentence apiece. Next time I’ll begin with shorter copy.

Dancing Banana

EVERYTHING in the whybark.com domain got nuked. That means that the Ken Goldstein Project will need to be rebuilt, as will my blog, as will many of the miscellaneous images on the blog, and so on.

The biggest PITA will be rebuilding the Gallery-based image collections. The files themselves remain available elsewhere, but Gallery takes about 20 seconds to process each image and I’m missing about 18 months worth of digital pix as a result.

Then there’s the software redeployment. Yeesh. Well, at least the writing from the blog is still there, sitting in its’ database, waitng for MT to call it forth once again.

I do think it’s kind of neat that I finally figured out QPQ’s ssi. About two years too late, but still.