I have a silly “security” measure on this blog: I just turn login off if I don’t need to login. Forgot to do that last time (5 days ago). BAAAAAM! 5300 spam comments.
Holy cesspit of depravity, Internet.
I have a silly “security” measure on this blog: I just turn login off if I don’t need to login. Forgot to do that last time (5 days ago). BAAAAAM! 5300 spam comments.
Holy cesspit of depravity, Internet.
Sherlock was seated on the couch, deeply engrossed in her latest experiment. I went to the kitchen, and noticed a rather particular smell. “Do you smell that, Aga?”
“Hmmms what?”
“That smell — not quite a delicate bouquet, wouldn’t you say?”
“Not quite sure,” she said while focusing back on her experiment.
“Perhaps it’s the garbage,” I ventured.
“Uh-huh,” came the non-committing reply.
After disposing of the garbage, I figured that was one case cracked by Dr. Ir. Watson Hugo, and I walked around proud as a peacock. Of course, I should have known better. The next morning, the fragrance persisted and had, if anything, turned fouler. Sherlock noticed it too, but couldn’t be bothered to turn the awesome power of her nose to this particular case. In the mean time, I myself, rather set back by my clear failure, took to round two with heart. Both collections of recyclables, paper and glass, were disposed, and the blue bag for plastic recyclables was condemned to the garage. Furthermore, the sink was thoroughly cleaned. With this, I will admit to a pleased smile – although I was not convinced the malfeasant aroma had been successfully combatted, at least I had significantly reduced the number of safe houses it could turn to.
Returning in the evening, I was greeted by an even more powerful smell. This could no longer be, and I pleaded with Sherlock to make use of her nose for the living quality of our premises. She conceded, and quickly identified the culprit: the smell was coming from the refrigerator. We took some steps to block or lessen the foul odour’s intrusion path, and made up our minds to contact a handyman the next morning (it being Sunday).
The next evening, the handyman was present and together, he and I managed to remove the refrigerator from its enclosure. There was a rather ugly-looking stain in the enclosure, which the handyman identified knowingly as the source of the stench. However, after having cleaned it, the smell still persisted. When Sherlock Aga returned home, she was hit by the smell, and (this time without pleading) enlisted the use of her nose. The culprit was swiftly identified: above the motor of the refrigerator, there was a plastic compartment to contain fluids that leaked from the interior of the fridge there. This compartment housed a foul-looking liquid, which turned out to be the cause of the foul fragrance.
Upon further investigation, Sherlock Aga managed to trace the origins to a pot of pickles. When she had stored the pot lying instead of upright in the fridge, the pot started leaking…
Thanks to Filipe Ferreira, we have tested Soko2012 on an Android system. You can see the result below.
It works!!!
Arnout de Mooij and I are proud to announce the first official release of SokoBan 2012! This is a classic version of the game Sokoban, completely programmed by Arnout and myself. We started programming this around the time we both just had access to pentiums. Or perhaps even slightly before. Well, it took so long this game can go straight into nostalgia haven!
Yeah, that’s sort of it. This game was in development for a while, and unlike Duke Nukem Forever, we never deviated from the original specs. Sure, we need some memory (640K is enough :), CPU (press Ctrl+F12 to speed up, Ctrl+F11 to slow down — these are dosbox controls, not ours), and some graphical requirements (stock VGA modes). Really, your smartphone can handle these. With two fingers in its nose. :)
Question: what does this version of Sokoban have in common with such pretentious names as Guns n’ Roses’ Chinese Democracy, or the game Duke Nukem Forever?
Answer:
Message to take home: all good things deliver. Alternatively: not everyone can maintain their development quality as long as Arnout and I can :)
Big thanks due to everyone who helped and inspired us. You’re probably named in the titles already!
If you have any questions or comments, don’t hesitate to contact me!
If you’re reading this blog, you ought to know how :)
Here is a brief tip for conference calls:
Mute Your Mic!
It would be nice if people kept their microphones off till they want to talk — saves a lot of noise and annoyances.
Okay, edge grinded now, back to the call :)
You know, how sometimes something happens to you and you feel like it should be all over the news? I dunno, first kiss, you got your paper accepted when you didn’t think it would, you just made an amazing manoeuver a boat, you just bought your first house, whatever. And somehow, an enormous, exhilarating feeling swells up inside and you just feel good. Damn good, even.
Sometimes, when the feeling is powerful enough, you almost start to wonder: why aren’t other people smiling? Can’t they see how cool the world is now that I tipped it into its place?
Funny thing is, you’re always aware that it isn’t that special: other people kiss for the first time too (although probably slightly different), (different) papers get accepted, people sail, people buy (different) houses, whatever. Yet, somehow, it feels that this one instance is special because it’s you, and this one is unique — all the others are different. Silly huh?
So that’s how I feel right now. Rather high on dopamine, feeling a bit silly about that, on top of which I realise that in the end it’s nothing that doesn’t happen to the rest of the world.
But it feels good!
Too vague: feeling very good for a silly reason — yet still feeling very good :)
After receiving a comment recently that I don’t update my blog often enough (I don’t, apologies), I figured to try to write a tidbit about the winter holidays. They were great!
Yesterday, I wanted to watch the next episode of a series I’m following. So I went to my trusty streaming site for this series. However, upon trying to start streaming the episode, I got a page that said “you’re using adblocking software, please don’t, we need the revenue”. Well, fair’s fair, I am using adblocking software, and I don’t begrudge them advertising income. so I turned it off. My mistake.
The episode did start, but halted every 5th second or so, due to laoding problems. That I found out after I had found the episode — it was hiding behind several overlay ads. So, in order to be a decent netizen for this site, I was forced into a state where the site’s actual content was hard to find, and impossible to enjoy.
That’s of course a big bye bye. But it got me thinking. The reason the site needs advertising revenue is, obviously, to pay for bandwidth. By using and adblocking filter, I am not using bandwidth that would be wasted on me. So the effectiveness of their ads increases if I use adblocking software, while the average bandwidth usage per visited page decreases.
That’s even not investigating the advertising revenue model. If it’s based on click-throughs, forcing them on my screen will only annoy me and cost you bandwidth. If it is based on number of views, well, then if I were an advertiser, I’d want some numbers on how number of views corresponds to number of visits to my site or sales. That ratio is going down again if you force it on people using adblocking software.
So there will be a negative effect to forcing visitors to turn off their adblocking software. Nevertheless, I would guess thain the current situation, this is more than offset by the positive effect of more advertisement views. Then again, as an advertiser, I would prefer to spend my money on people that will buy as a result of the ad. That would be the 100% perfect spending of advertisement money (unless you’re trying to establish a name, of course). Makes you wonder if in this Digital Era, perhaps advertisement models will evolve to be more and more precise/finnicky about this.
Curious to hear your thoughts!
I am having a great week! Running sucked, had cramps for two days. I got rejected by the owner of the house I had set my sights on (and the agency more or less promised me), some luxembourgian idiot rode me off my bike (still in one piece, relax), the housing agent for a new place didn’t have the right key to get us in, and there suddenly are more guys in our dancing class, meaning that we no longer have the luxury of picking girls, there’s an exact match now. On top of that, I lack sleep. Way too much.
Yet, I am happy :) And lucky :) Guess I am just optimistic by nature ;)
(okay okay, there are external influencing factors, but none of them are any of your business, you noisy folk you ;-)