It’s now my most favorite of December holidays, New Year’s Eve. Sure, some will say that it’s merely an excuse for drinking. I’ll even agree to that, but what I like about this holiday is that it doesn’t come with the sense of obligations and expectations that Christmas often does.

Even better is the idea that is supposedly being celebrated. We are not here to pay tribute to family members. No, we are here to share a sense of optimism about the coming year. We are here to celebrate that one moment of potentiality, when we can dare to wish and hope that tomorrow really will be better than today.

Victorian Midnight Clock


Happy New Year

It’s now the 26th of December, and the Main Event of the season is officially over. It’s time to nurse our hangovers, exchange the gifts we didn’t like, and think about disposing of the tarted-up evergreen in the corner of the room. If, like many people, you put up your tree just after Thanksgiving, it probably won’t be green much longer. (In this case, I am of the opinion that the tree ought to be gone by New Year’s Eve.) If, like some people, you put up your tree on Christmas Eve, you technically have twelve more days to enjoy it before it must go. Even then, it’s none too soon to consider its disposal.

You can abandon it at the curb, you can chuck it into a wood chipper, you can even chop it up and set it afire. (Local ordinances permitting, of course.) Or you can give your tree a Viking funeral… and blast it into space!

(Local ordinances most likely do not permit, unfortunately.)

Santa Animated GIF
Mega Man Animated GIF
Christmas Tree Animated GIF


Have Yourself a… Mega Little Christmas…

Sincerely,
The Electronic Replicant

I’ve been obsessed with a small project lately. I’m trying to install Linux onto an old Via Epia that I’ve had for years, but have never really put to any good use. The problem is that the Epia’s CPU is just plain out of date, so any recent version of Ubuntu will just plain not work.

I’ve encountered this situation before, and solved it by installing FreeBSD instead. I considered doing so again this time around, but for my own convenience, I decided to try Gentoo Linux first. Gentoo is the distro that makes you build all your software from source, therefore ensuring you have the latest versions, and customizing all your software (at a certain level) to your particular machine. It’s an appealing concept to those who want to squeeze the last ounce of performance out of a new (or old) machine.

The installation has been rather difficult. And when I say “difficult,” I don’t mean “challenging in skills,” but rather “bad-tempered, argumentative, and uncooperative.” It’s not so bad that the configuration is done entirely by commands entered at the shell. It is bad that I’ve memorized most of the commands because I’ve had to restart the process several times. Usually because something didn’t quite work the way it was supposed to on this weird old system.

The worst part is, it still doesn’t quite work yet. For some reason, it doesn’t want to mount my root partition. I think I’m just a boot option away from a working system, but if not, FreeBSD is looking more and more attractive.

Holly crap! I just realized it’s already December 15th. That means we’re on the, oh, what, fifth day of Christmas? We’re already up to f-i-ive go-o-a-ll-dan ri-i-ings. And I haven’t even let robo-tree out of the closet. My neighbors have gone all-out decorating, though. Their porch looks like a carnival. Mine? Bah.

BAH, I SAY!

It seems like The Humbugs are really going around this year. It seems as though festive is out. Most people I know, myself included, are regarding this holiday season with little more than a sense of good-natured disinterest. Some others do seem to be making a token effort of jollity. This lack of enthusiasm is little surprising, after the mania of Black Friday, but perhaps both that and the sense of indifference share a root cause. The economy?

Maybe it’s just that the sales made affordable those things that people wanted for themselves. I’m certainly not spending fortunes on lavish gifts. You might get a tee shirt, if you’re lucky. And, people are apparently spending less on themselves than they used to. I read that cinema attendance is at its lowest level since September, 2001.

Maybe it’s the economy. Maybe it’s just winter. Even I have been bothered by the short days, for once, but mainly because of the nuisance the premature darkness causes on the road. Lots of people suffer from Seasonal Anxiety Disorder, which is triggered or exacerbated by the long nights. Is it hitting everyone especially hard this year? Or am I, too, unwittingly affected? I wonder.

Well, perhaps in enforcing cheer amid the long nights, the inventors of the modern Christmas tradition knew exactly what they were doing. Keeping us from dwelling on it. “‘Tis the season to be jolly,” our songs insist. “Love and joy come to you, and to you glad Christmas, too! Think of raindrops on roses and cute little kittens, and maybe you won’t feel so bad! And a hap-pee ne-e-ew ye-e-ar!”

Of course, if song doesn’t cure the Humbugs, there’s always egg nog, mulled wine, and peppermint Schnapps.

Last night, treacherous siblings had me Shangai-ed. I charmed my way off the ship, but a punitive curse turned me into a donkey. I helped a scholarly Efreet prepare a legendary banquet. I rescued a Yaltese princess, who wed me out of gratitude and bore two children whose visage resembled that of the full moon. I became a respected vizier, was enslaved by a mad prince, and was briefly imprisoned by the Sultan before charming my way out of the dungeon.

These events all happened in a game called Tales of the Arabian Nights. Despite being wounded, diseased, and crippled, I barely won that session.

Tales of the Arabian Nights

Tales of the Arabian Nights, hereafter referred to as TotAN, is board game based on storytelling. Unlike other games which designate one player as the session’s storyteller, in TotAN, players take turns telling the story.

The object of the game is to collect a combination of Story Points and Destiny Points which total twenty. These points are generally collected by successfully resolving Encounter cards or by completing Quests. Each player is dealt a Quest card at the beginning of the game, which will describe a long-term goal to be achieved, and the rewards for successfully doing so. The reward may include Story Points or Destiny Points, but also wealth, treasure, and status effects, which can provide bonuses to the players.

As a character moves around the map, he will stop in cities and wilderness locations. At that point, he will draw an Encounter card, and then the storyteller’s work begins. The process of resolving an encounter involves various dice, a couple of lookup tables, and several decisions by the active player. I’ll provide an example.

Suppose that Ali Baba ends his movement in the city of Hamadan, as shown in the picture. He then draws a Thief card from the Encounter deck. This card tells the storyteller to begin encounter number 92. There are 12 variations of the Thief encounter, so the active player rolls dice and adds terrain and destiny modifiers to the result. Suppose the result is 10. This tells the storyteller that the encounter is with an Armed Thief, and the active player must choose a reaction from Matrix D. On a whim, the player chooses the “Rob” action. The storyteller will then consult a table and flip to a numbered paragraph in the Book of Tales. In this case, the paragraph describes the results of the robbery attempt, and then provides two alternative outcomes, one for characters who have the Weapon Use skill, and one of those who do not. A character with Weapon Use would gain a Story Point and gain the status of Pursued by the Sultan’s guards. Other characters would gain a Story Point, the Weapon Use skill, and the status of Wounded.

I received the game as a gift from someone who thought it would be right up my alley, and I must say that it certainly was. Some might argue that it’s less a game than an overgrown Choose Your Own Adventure story, but I say that as an evening’s entertainment, it’s not bad. I’d certainly play it again, with the right participants.

Now Reading: Star Trek: Vanguard: Open Secrets by Dayton Ward
Just Finished: Star Trek: Vanguard: Reap the Whirlwind by David Mack

I read the last book in the Star Trek: Vanguard series back in May of 2010. I didn’t start the next book until just recently, since it turns out to be kind of hard to find. But find it I did.

This book continues the story of Starbase 47, under the command of Diego Reyes. Its mission, to defend the interests of the Federation in a mysterious, uninhabited sector of the galaxy called the Taurus Reach. Unfortunately, the Klingons also have their eyes on this prime real estate, and naturally wish it for themselves. Another alien race, the Tholians, want to keep both the Federation and the Klingons out for reasons of their own.

When a Federation scout ship visits a strange star system in the Taurus Reach, these reasons are finally revealed to both the reader and to the Federation. The revelations are not without cost, and so the third act of the book feels rather like a good episode of Deep Space Nine.

Like the other books in the series, it’s set in the age of Kirk, but both he and the Enterprise are nowhere to be seen, with not a scrap of fan service in their direction. Personally, I find this both refreshing and interesting. The galaxy is big enough for more than one crew at a time.

This was a nice, entertaining read, and I hope that the next book in the series delivers more of the same.

It’s time for the final official “Five on the Fifth,” a monthly event which invites you to take five photos and share them via blog. You can take 5 random pictures or follow the suggested theme: WINTER WEEKEND.

This weekend, I helped to celebrate a birthday by packing up the car and driving the birthday boy man coot to Las Vegas. He wanted to stay at the Luxor, which is a resort in the shape of a pyramid.

sphinx

Though guest rooms line the walls of the pyramid, the inside is a vast open space. One need only open one’s door to peer down upon a courtyard containing eateries and theatres, itself a roof over the ground-level casino floor. Mr. Birthday found the view disconcerting and vertigo inducing. Oddly enough, I (who even gets nervous on freeway interchanges) rather enjoyed the view.

The next afternoon, we investigated a few of the interesting attractions at the resort. There was an exhibit of relics recovered from the Titanic, which, to my surprise and delight, even recreated the ship’s staterooms, the first-class promenade, and the grand staircase. Seeing actual items recovered from passengers’ luggage underscored the reality of the Titanic.

There was also a Bodies exhibit, displaying plastinated cadavers and organs. Since this exhibit was being presented in the name of Science, I wasn’t concerned with being overcome by squeamishness, but I was a little concerned that I’d be creeped out by the cadavers. In fact, the main feeling I ended up with was a sudden desire to become a vegan. The color and texture of the specimens reminded me a lot of my Thanksgiving turkey. (Also, pot roast.) It was incredibly interesting, though, especially the sections on the brain and the circulatory system.

At the resort next door was a whole shark aquarium, which had an underwater viewing room with ports on all four walls, floor, and ceiling. There were several shark species, rays, jellyfish, sea turtles, piranha, an octopus, and a crocodile. None of these sat still long enough for me to get a good picture. At least the starfish cooperated.

starfish

We also saw Cirque du Soliel. Of course, we couldn’t get any pictures of that, since the performers demonstrated that anyone attempting to do so would be thrown into a flame-belching pit, along with all their cameras and cell phones.

The next afternoon, we visited the Atomic Testing Museum. It chronicled the history of atomic weapons from their invention to the present. I was actually not aware of the impact that the atomic age had on the history of Las Vegas. An important testing range was apparently close enough that detonations could sometimes be seen from the city, at least until the atmospheric testing ban.

Nuclear Family

Our final stop was the Pinball Hall of Fame, which housed dozens of vintage and modern pinball games, as well as a few electromechanical oddities. There was a coin-operated marionette, a steam shovel game, an electromechanical flight game, and some others that were powered down. It was really interesting to have an opportunity to play some of the really early games, which seemed slow-paced and deterministic when compared to the frenetic and complicated modern games.

Pinball

After that, it was time to head home, and after all the stimulus of the trip, I could certainly use another few days off to recover.

But, before I do that, I have one last, bonus, photo to share today. I assume that someone threw a cup of melted ice on the ground.

Rorschach

I see a bird. An eagle, or perhaps a crow. What do you see?

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