Finished Subnautica. *Superb* game. Brilliant graphic design that will push your hot rodded gaming rig to the limit, legitimate horror elements, moments of sheer wonder, engaging storyline.
A little twee in parts but I am predisposed to allowing a little twee in things.
Gameplay is not even remotely bug-free but I never lost any progress and some of the glitches were hysterical.
I'll wait for Below Zero to get a little further down the early-access road but will play it with glee.
Ms. 13 spent the evening working on a character for some yet-unimagined story.
p.s. Rick Beato should totally take apart "Sweet Home Chicago" or "Crossroads" or "Come on in my Kitchen", if he hasn't done so already (goes to look).
AND SO THE CIRCLE OF FIFTHS CONTINUES.
She is a kinetic learner and has more dexterity in her pinky than some people have in both hands. I have given her a new target for fidgety thinking play; my work here may be done.
Dissecting songs gave Cal a different set of tools. He has been composing fragments of backwoods fiddle tunes (no fiddle in the house) and teaching himself how to transpose his and others' songs between uke, guitar, and keys.
At which age I was still trying to cop the simpler Entwhisle bass lines.
Then about halfway through the second verse she sits up and says "Wait. That's one person? But...the low part has a steady bummm-bum bummm-bup and the high part is all bendy and different and...what? How? How do you do that at the same time? AND sing?"
"I know right? Like what is he DOING with his strumming hand?"
[FATHER KEEPS HIS BIG MOUTH SHUT]
Third verse: "No, HOWWW?!?"
"I don't actually know. Lots of better players than me don't either. Weird, right?"
So today we are in the car. We are both in good car voice, belting out one song after another, when "Sweet Home Chicago" comes on, the Robert Johnson original.
Now, Cal will geek out with me on music theory and take a song apart until the magic is revealed. Rose has often apologized, saying that she didn't hear those things and just really liked singing with me so that's what we usually do.
But based on her new chops, I risked pausing it to say "So this is all one person, one mic." She nods.
We have successfully raised a family of musicians by leaving instruments strewn madly about the house, packing the car playlist with songs that must be sung loud, bursting into song, lover-of-showtunes style, without provocation or defense...the usual methods.
Rose has started picking up her uke randomly and singing songs (like her father and brother and sister before her (some with different or no instruments, depending)).
She now thinks like a stringed instrument player.
Heh. Heh. Heh.
ramble ramble anyway me and the command line are having a good week howboutchu?
Funny, to me: for every improvement in how BSD does things-- for example pkg/portsnap/portupgrade are very slick and can even co-exist, zfs looks awesome-- there are critical system pieces that are stuck in time. fdisk, still a necessary thing sometimes. dd still the best way to do bitwise transfers. "If it ain't broke..."
X11 Desktop environments do not seem to have improved much in decades; none look worth the bloat over a lightweight Window Manager (*to me*).
Futzing around with FreeBSD images on multiple platforms (low-RAM Pi2, burly Pi3, ancient 17" Macbook Pro) is *really* taking me back.
My first home "PC" was a Personal Decstation, the MAXINE architecture (not to be confused with the Ultramarine track of the same name), with a whopping 8MB of RAM and 256 shades of grayscale for my viewing pleasure. Ultrix! Mostly Unix but kinda also not! I used that machine all the way up until 1997 or so as my daily desktop. Without it: no sysadmin career.
I have supplemented my decades-old (but still valid and enforced) sense of geek/hipster pride at never buying, owning, or running a Microsoft OS for personal use with a brand new shiny geek hipster goal of banishing systemd from my life and home entirely.
No more Raspbian, the ARM images of FreeBSD are wonderful, capable, what I need just works, it's as fast/faster and equally pretty...easy call. The gotcha is going to be that new-ish touchscreen Moode audio server attached to the main stereo.
Just in case my wideband broadcast of this news missed you on other platforms:
If you weren’t able to tune in last night to American Ninja Warrior Junior on @UniversalKids, you can now watch the replay online and see our daughter Rose competing in the 11th qualifying round :)
I've been unable to talk about any of the results since LAST JULY, but I did not burst. Yay me!
But mostly and always: Yay Rose!
Also noted: Booting into XFCE on a FreeBSD install is like coming home. I am literally charmed. and look! No systemd!
First packages installed: joe, ddate, nethack, slashem.
Noted for the record: it takes longer to compile firefox on a Raspberry Pi 3 than it took to compile the entire X11R5 suite on a Sparcstation 1+ in 1992.
That's even after blithely accepting every compiler default on the Pi3, instead of the stupid, hurriedly researched, and very likely counterproductive optimization flags that a certain naive sysadmin insisted were necessary 27 years ago. The details of which have been thankfully lost to time. Ahem.
The developers of Subnautica have done a surpassingly excellent job of imbuing their game design with legitimately terrorizing elements.
I am not afraid of water, nor the dark, particularly. But apparently when you combine the two, along with crushing pressures, limited oxygen, and huge, aggressive, carnivorous beasts, I get a little weak-knee'd.
I'm stuck in place on the storyline because I need [THING] and there is [MONSTER] protecting [THING] and I haven't yet been able to kill it first.
Or is it? My mental health is improving, but this is the sort of thing I never give myself the benefit of the doubt on. My startup title was also probably inflated. Good Will has a shelf life. I spent too long at [BLAH CORP] letting my skills erode in favor of chasing filthy commission checks.
and so forth.
I *hate* "working my network" for job leads. I know this is How The Game is Played, particularly at the level I'm shooting for, but it requires a level of selling myself that I've never been comfortable with. Plus, my network, such as it is, includes a shedload of former startup folks with inflated titles who now sit in C-suites at different small companies.
Like dude, you made your year on the fat check I cut for your companies' portal platform in 2005. Surely that's worth a phone call?
I am celebrating my 50th birthday quietly at home. My twin is in Vegas with 20 friends, possibly even including his wife.
Same womb, different worlds.
After all, what did you expect?
I'm here as promised, if not as forseen.
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