I had some bacon but then I ated it.

The Ludum Dare 48h game compo #15 took place a few weeks ago. I participated and turned in Cave Ninja.

You play as a small ninja in a cave, doing whatever the mission is (usually reach the star). There's destructible terrain and lava for help.



There's full instructions within the game, but in short
Left/Right Arrows: Move
Enter/Left Ctrl: Jump
1-3: Select weapon
Up/Down Arrows: Aim
Space/Left Alt: Charge/fire weapon
Esc, then R: Restart mission
Esc, then Q: Quit

Download Windows binary (reported to work in Wine). This has two bug fixes made after the compo.

Entry page at Ludum Dare with ratings, comments, download link of compo version (that also includes source). Full journal. Post Mortem.

It placed #7 in General and #8 in Fun, so it missed out on medals, but there were a total of 144 entries so I'm pretty happy.

The last four posts here (including this one) have been written on an Asus Eee Pc 901 running Eeebuntu.

A lot of people have been complaining about the keyboard on the 901 (and earlier models) being too small. I can't say I understand what they're going on about. Actual button size etc is just fine. The placement of a few keys annoys me though (mostly delete and perhaps right shift).

Didn't much like the pre-installed OS (or at least not its setup) though. Eeebuntu seems much nicer to me, though I've noticed some minor issues.

But overall, my complaints are few. Fewer than you'd guess. Not blazing fast, but it does what you'd expect^*.

^* validity of statement varies with actual expectation

Here's the night view from the balcony at my current place:


It's posted here for lack of other things.

You see that playground? Around that area is where there's usually a lot of kids screaming a lot, which isn't that great when you get home from work and want to relax a little.

1. Sponge cake mixture
2. Raisins (optional)
3. Things to bake resulting mixture in (oven, muffin tins etc)

Proof:


Can also be enjoyed with ice cream:

Distance ...
... from my place to my parents' place: about 160 km
... from my place to Gothenburg central: about 10 km
... from Skövde central to my parents' place: about 6 km
... from Gothenburg central to Skövde central: about 150 km

Travel time using ...
... public transport from my place to my parents' place: about 2.5h
... car from my place to my parents' place: about 2.3h
... public transport (tram) from my place to Gothenburg central: about 0.45h
... public transport (bus) from Skövde central to my parents' place: about 0.35h
... public transport (train) from Gothenburg central to Skövde central: about 1h
... car from my place to Gothenburg central: about 0.2h
... car from Skövde central to my parents' place: about 0.15h

It always feels so wasteful in terms of time to surround train travel with uncoordinated local public transport.

Summary of the past
There's been a lot of fun. Just going along has worked remarkably well.

Summary of now
27 degrees Celsius; two days until vacation time; questions about social things looming; abundance of ideas; so little time; so much tiredness; a few good lunches; some interesting situations, happenings and tasks; dependent viewpoints; lots of bullshit; and still catless, carless, a little bit more careless, and sane. I think.

Summary of the future
Yet unknown. Actually have no idea at all where the world is going. Nor what I want. But based on the past...

Addendum
Ever noticed that it's difficult to explain things when a) you have to put them in words, and someone else must interpret those words in the right way, and b) actually doing it serves you no advantage, but rather a disadvantage? Which is just weird. Yet true. It's not actually a problem if you don't want to explain something. But sometimes you have this feeling of wanting to, but it's both impossible to get it right and even if you would, it's a bad idea. Huh.

Noted
Hot, not so fresh air + leather chair => sweat production + fly, apparently (at least, there flew one past my eye). Disregarding flies, it's uncomfortable. Not disregarding flies, it's still uncomfortable.

Question
Ever heard about that novel, One Flew Past my Eye? Or was that a movie?

Summary of everything
Tired.

This is like a poem.

The sallad? Of lettuce and kebab.
And other things, I hope?
Some other stuff. Those weren't so great.
Tomato, cucumber. That thing.
No, but was there onions?

Clicketiclack, clicketiclack.
Lies.

This past weekend, the MiniLD #6 took place. I participated and managed to whip out a game.



For a instructions, useful hints, and a download link, visit its entry at the LD site. Or if you're too lazy, here's a direct download (Win32 binary, D source, reported to work in wine).

And it should say 40h.

First I was kind of sad. Then it started raining, so I became happy. Then I became sad because it was such a weird thing to become happy about. Then I became happy because I had something to write on my slog. But then I became kind of sad again, for obvious reasons.

...

And I also hope this neighbor I hear traces of is a drummer, else I would have to hate him/her/it... actually, I hate it anyway.

M. Anton Ertl, David Gregg - The Structure and Performance of Effcient Interpreters

Yunhe Shi, David Gregg, Andrew Beatty, M. Anton Ertl - Virtual Machine Showdown: Stack Versus Registers

Roberto Ierusalimschy, Luiz Henrique de Figueiredo, Waldemar Celes - The Implementation of Lua 5.0

Kevin Casey, M. Anton Ertl, David Gregg - Optimizing Indirect Branch Prediction Accuracy in Virtual Machine Interpreters

Soren Johnson et al. - Sid Meier's Civilization IV Manual-- oh, wait...

I just wanted to wish everyone a Tasty Yule.

(That's almost funny if you know Swedish).

I have 611 tile pieces in my bathroom.

You know what happens when you spend all day working and all free time wasting it?

Nothing much.

Oh, and I've moved again and so, was a month ago soon. Which means I've unpacked at least one third of my stuff. But it's all really dull so I won't bore you any more with it.

The 12th LD 48h compo, in which I participated, took place last weekend. I managed to produce a game called The Tower of You. The goal of it is to get a higher tower than the opponent by expanding one's land and get resources.



You might want to check the complete log, or perhaps just the final entry post or the postmortem.

Or maybe you'd just like to download it (Windows binary + D source).

Tomorrow is back to work time. <insert meaningful rant here>

Meh.

Current state of being explained well. Increasingly bored today.

A perfectly normal Saturday -- well, almost; there had certainly been happenings of unnormal nature, but that's not important right now. Yes, so, a reasonably normal Saturday, Mr Hat sat by his computer, and read through e-mails and stuff. He then noticed that he had received an apartment offer. Meaning he could visit an apartment and then say if he wanted it or not (and afterwards, if he would be lucky, he could get it).

At first, this made him fairly happy. He had only applied for 57 apartments, and already had he received a non-exclusive offer! Then it made him a bit nervous, because apparently he had to do something, and he also had no real idea about the area in which the apartment in question resided, never having been there. Then it made him a bit confused, because something seemed odd.

But not being set back by oddment and nervousity, Mr Hat did the only thing that seemed to make any sense, which was to contact someone through a phone number included next to a name (which seemed to be of the one living in the apartment currently). The contact was successful, and it was agreed upon that Mr Hat should come by and take a view of the apartment on the following Monday, at 18:30, leaving everything well in Hat Land.

Days passed. Well, in fact, a little less than two days passed.

Monday at 17:40 arrived. Mr Hat half happily, half stressed and half nervously left his job early to jump onto a tram and travel far, far away. Well, not really. But a bit away. 26 minutes by tram isn't really far. But that's what he traveled. He passed through normal places, such as Brunnsparken, and less normal places, such as Whatsisnameplatsen.

Finally arriving at his destination, he left the safety of the tram and ventured forth. Forth unto strange, odd-looking areas, where apartment buildings graced. Most of it seemed okayish, though it seemed a fairly worn out place. He looked around, and moved towards the address he was after. Not entirely happily, he noticed that the apartment building that looked the crappiest was, of course, the one he was there to visit. Still, there was nothing to lose.

Being a bit early, Mr Hat walked around some more. It really was very worn out. There seemed to be less worn out places fairly close, but fairly close didn't cut it. Fairly close isn't exactly there, it's per definition not there. Anyhow, 18:30 arrived. Mr Hat found the right entry. There was a list of people living there. The name given earlier wasn't on the list. He check that it was the correct address. It was. Mr Hat felt a little bit confused.

But not being set back by confusement and a general feeling of 'this place is really crappy', Mr Hat made a phone call to find out what the entry code was. But the phone at the other end was turned off. So he sent a text, too, in case the phone state would change soon. Then he noticed that the door didn't need an entry code. Which made him wonder a bit why it had said that the place had an entry code and, also, why there was an entry code panel right next to the door.

Still not being set back enough to turn back, Mr Hat entered to the weird building. There were a few notes on the wall that he did not stay to inspect closely. Instead he walked up onto level three, where the apartment was said to be. Again, the name given earlier did not appear anywhere. In fact, even though the name was only given partially, it couldn't match either of the names appearing on the doors on that level. To add to things, the apartment numbers used did not match those given in the offer letter.

Mr Hat felt a bit more confused. Something didn't feel entirely right. In fact, something seemed increasingly fucked up. He retreated slowly down the stairs. On his way out he read some of the notes on the wall in the entry hall. That was when he decided he had not lost anything by not having been able to see the apartment. He didn't really want to live somewhere where people needed notes reminding them not to throw out diapers through windows.

Happy with his decision, Mr Hat took the first tram out of there. Unfortunately, the tram decided not to go as far as it had first appeared. Due to a collision between another tram and a bus, tram traffic was obstructed. So Mr Hat had to get off the tram and find some other means of transportation to get off the huge island he was currently on. Some clever stalking of other people, who were in the same position, led him to a bus stop where eventually a bus turned up and brought him all the way to normal places.

And so ended Mr Hat's latest adventure. He later commented that 'he had nothing better to do, really, so he guessed it was just as well that he visited some places he had never been. And he is still lacking a spell checker.'

As we all know, once upon a time, far away in the history of mankind, lived on Earth a kind of beast only known today as the 'eatosaurus'. It was like 13 metres tall, 5 metres wide, and ate a plum every single second. A very brutal beast, in other words, with no respect for other living things.

The most well known incident involving the eatosaurus was the famous infiltration of Hawaii. In 3251, a single eatosaurus managed to get through the toll gates that circled Hawaii, and entered the fancy island group. From the inside, it manage to contact several other eatosauruses, and helped smuggle them into the area. Within a single week, the islands were completely bare of all living things. Including volcano gods.

While we all know that those particular eatosauruses were brought to justice, and Hawaii was recreated as an exact replica of its pre-eatosaurus infiltration state from some tourist photographs, it still puts humans in relation to something far beyond its powers in hunger, and clearly shows how puny we are. To overdo things, one might also put some mice, or insects, or even mites, in comparison to eatosauruses and their appetite, and that gives extraordinarily results.

In fact, from those results, it has been proven that the moon, if being, as so many believe, a big ball of lettuce, a tiny mite would have no chance at all to eat it all up before an eatosaurus. Which is quite an eye-opener.

But the most common question regarding them is without dispute the one concerning their source, and goes in plain speech like so: "What is the origin of the eatosauruses?" No one knows for sure, but several theories exists, all with varying likeliness.

The most famous one is the Outer Space Volume Theory. It states that since the volume of outer space is infinitely large, it must contain infinitely much stuff. And then there just has to be eatosauruses. While it doesn't actually explain anything, it's still popular, and is often used to explain a lot of other things too. Like, for example, brown sofas.

Another well-known theory is the Retro Dinosaur Strikeback Evening, which claims that it's just a matter of some old dinosaur spores that has been preserved in some kind of rock and then let loose by some tunnel building, or something. So it relies on the thought that eatosauruses is a standard dinosaur from dinosaur times. What rather spoils this is that there exists no known instances of eatosaurues from dinosaur times, and, also, that eatosauruses, as well dinosaurs, don't reproduce with spores. And no relation, except in size, has ever been found between real dinosaurs and eatosauruses.

The leading theory in the western US, and strangely enough the areas around New York, is the It Came from the Depths theory. Also spoken favorably of in Japan, it claims that the eatosauruses originates from times much, much earlier than dinosaurs, or indeed anything else we know of, and that they have been lying sleeping and dreaming in the deepest depths of the world seas since the dawn of time. Whatever that means. Some groups claim that this is extremely far fetched, considering how few tentacles eatosaruses have.

The list of theories can go on and on, but as the 43th Queen of England said at her funeral party, just a few years before the eatosauruses were banished to Jupiter: "Their origin might be extremely interesting, but when you really get down to it, who cares? Let's just blow the buggers into space."

Which, in 3296, mankind manage to. The mankind-eatosaurus relations has since been rather unstable, yet few humans have cared. And why would they have? It has been calculated that it'll take a long, long time before any eatosauruses develop their own space flight. Yet lately more and more people have started to worry.

I guess they wonder where Jupiter went yesterday.