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These are some pretty old posts! I don't blog that much any more, but if they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can go back to the homepage to see some more recent stuff.
These are some pretty old posts! I don't blog that much any more, but if they are of interest, feel free to browse. Alternatively, you can go back to the homepage to see some more recent stuff.
Part 1. US Edition vosotros. vous. ihr. The more languages I learn, the more it stands out that English has no second-person plural, no way of saying “you” and explicitly meaning more than one person. That is, of course, except for “y’all”, a term that I’ve found myself using more...
Yesterday, a friend of mine started me on a quest that was to be filled with despair. It started innocently enough. I've just had a thought that blew my mind: Emoji fonts in roguelikes. This.. Changes.. EVERYTHING!— A powerful cabbit (@Eldritchreality) September 21, 2014 I gleefully replied with my 140...
It turns out that my previous post about SuccessWhale, bemoaning how it had stagnated and become more trouble than it was worth, was just enough venting to kick me up the arse and get me going again. And so, not long later, I am proud to announce the release of...
Last week’s European parliament elections saw big gains for right-wing parties across the continent, many trading on policies opposing immigration and the European Union itself. I worry for those of you that cast your vote against immigration regardless of the other policies of the party you voted for. I worry...
It’s no secret that the current state of my SuccessWhale social network client is not a good one. It currently exists in three forms: The main server runs SuccessWhale version 2.0.3. It’s not been updated in nearly a year, and the only changes within the last three years have been...
Last Saturday was the Linux User & Developer Raspberry Jam event at Poole RNLI college. I took the tank, of course, and the child too — worrying all the while that they’d be the youngest kid there by about ten years, and would get bored within half an hour. How...
The early years of the twenty-first century. The boundaries between the real world and the cyber world grow thinner with each passing day. Megacorporations vie for our attention, our clicks, our hearts and minds; their walled gardens are their own private networks in which they suck up our data and...
“All I’m doing is building stuff,” they say. “That’s what Minecraft is good for, isn’t it?” I reply. “It’s like Lego with infinite pieces.” “Yeah,” they say, and turns back to the computer screen; back to the childhood task of creating the new. I turn back to the washing up...
We sit and eat lunch by the sea, our cars parked up on the sand, engines running, air-con on. In front of us, waves roll into the shore bearing an ocean’s worth of hydrocarbon flotsam. A nylon rope from a Malaysian yacht, perhaps; a Madagascan trawler’s fishing floats, or a...
I could tell, as we headed back to our old haunts in our university town and the car stereo decided to play VNV Nation’s “Beloved”, that it was going to be a reminiscent sort of New Year. For the first time in many years, I spent at least part of...