Sunday, February 01, 2004

Finger Daemon Rides The Bang Bus

A dialogue.
Creep At Work: Don't do the install over the network -- we have the files cached locally.

Me: Oh, okay. But even if you do the network install, it only takes like 20 minutes.

Creep At Work: Yeah, but that's 20 minutes that's wasted.
You fucking asshole. Don't give me that "speed of business" bullshit. Fuck. That really pisses me off. I'm here for 10 fucking hours every day. If 20 minutes of that is spent downloading WebLogic and not Increasing Value™ then so fucking be it.

The copy of ACM Communications in the bathroom at work has an argument in the letters page about the value of math courses in a CS curriculum. The resolution? They're valuable, but let me say this: People only seem to like to teach math to savants. That is, even if I can integrate a function with 10 variables around a 4-dimensional curve or some shit, I will get a C- in the course if I can't solve a brain-teaser on the exam. I realize that a lot of psychotic geniuses take math classes and need to be challenged or they will start rocking back and forth and stabbing their stuffed animals with sporks, but if you can't enter a math major with no real prior experience with math and expect to graduate in good standing -- like you can with almost every other major -- then I'm not going to be shedding too many tears about under-mathed CS graduates. Eat dicks.

Can someone who wasted their evening on Sunday please tell me what this is all about? Did Britney's titties shoot a roman candle into a patriotic kitten's eye?
"We were extremely disappointed by elements of the MTV-produced Halftime show. They were totally inconsistent with assurances our office was given about the show. It's unlikely that MTV will produce another Super Bowl halftime."
Whore!

[Postscript: Apparently a titty was responsible for a disaster during the blessed halftime program-related activity. Thank you, CBS, for apologizing for the public display of a filthy genital part -- and also for protecting us from Commie scum. I thank the holy gonorrheal semen of Jesus Christ that I didn't see any titties until I was 17, when my dad and his Promise Keeper friends took to me to a prostitute so I wouldn't become gay.]

I got interested in OpenRPG again and finished the new common_message-based transmission format and updated the server code to use it. The client library comes next. It's looking like I should probably pick a new name for this thing, too, since there are already two other projects using this name. So anyone (i.e., Mike Bell) wanna come up with something? Here's what the project is supposed to provide:
  • An XML document-type-definition / schema for creating a world and defining rules for your own massively multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG). Formats for including resources such as graphics and sound in XML will also be provided, and the author of the game will be able to specify several distinct sets of resources per game, so that clients with different display capabilities (ranging from non-ncurses-text-console to fully-accelerated 3-D card) can all participate simultaneously. I'd also like to include some sort of GUI tool to make it easy to code up all the XML and visualize your game.
  • A threaded server to host these games for an arbitrary number of clients
  • A client library to enable people to write their own clients. The library will handle all aspects of communication with the server; the author of the client itself is responsible for the user interface and for writing handlers for a discrete set of messages from the server. A few sample client implementations will be included
What should I call it?

Like any good poseur-in-training, I have obtained from the library and am reading a copy of Wittgenstein. Wish me luck.

I did manage to rock out with Ted on Friday. I love Ultrasound -- it's only three dollars more to have another dude in the room with you as long as they don't turn on the P.A. SICK. Ted, though, like most people, was only really interested in getting a crack at the drums. It's like being a girl -- you want them to stick to the clitoris, but they just wanna play with the boobies. The boobies are my job. Don't get me wrong, though, I like all types of music (except Country ROTFL). Just be cool and maybe we can smoke some kind bud in my chill-out room. Let me tell you, though, it's hard to get real experimental when you're working with another person, so if he wants to do it again next week (well, do ya?) maybe I'll come an hour earlier or something and do some practicing on my own.

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