Asymptomatic

There must be intelligent life down here

Kitten Blood

Ken’s friend, Jenn, has joined our D&D group these last few months. Every time I use AI to produce a prop image or flesh out a story read-aloud she calls it “killing kittens”. “Oh I see we’ve killed a few more kittens.” I think we’re acknowledging that at the pace we chew through story, it wouldn’t be possible otherwise. Nonetheless, it’s playfully hurtful.

Anyway, I gathered all of the scenarios I built and documented, and digitized all of the session logs Kristen has hand-scribed, and collected all of the digital conversations I’ve had with the players over the last ~4 years (nearly 100 game sessions!) and killed many kittens to turn them into a book. Actually, five books, each over 100,000 words. I’ve murdered baskets full of kittens toward broad edits to the text over the last two days. Next is a truly manual pass (no furry murder, just trees to get paper to take notes on) for details I want to clarify or rearrange or embellish. Book one is currently 614 pages. I fed it to ElevenReader - a thing that grinds up kittens to fuel synthetic voices that read long texts aloud - and I’ve been listening to it in free time. It’s actually wonderful; the exact kind of adventure story I would want to buy and listen to.

My LincStation Home Lab

A few months ago I picked up a LincStation N2 - a small box that looks like an overgrown Raspberry Pi case. The box itself is reasonably affordable; by the time you add drives the budget expands considerably. Nonetheless, the pitch was simple: a low-power, always-on machine that could sit quietly on a shelf and do homelab things.

The Lincstation came with Unraid, which is not something I had heard of prior to this project. It’s not a traditional Linux distro and but it’s not NAS-only-ware in the FreeNAS sense either. It’s a middle ground: a reasonably friendly UI, strong Docker support, and a flexible storage model that doesn’t force you into RAID arrays for every drive.

Think How Nice It’ll Be

We’re remodeling our kitchen. Everyone keeps saying the same thing when they see my exhausted face: “Think how nice it’ll be when it’s done.” They mean the kitchen. New cabinets, new countertops, new everything. The same room with a changed face.

I mean something different. I mean the end of the purge.

Keep-Alive

There’s a guy in my band at School of Rock – funny, good taste in music, takes the playing seriously without being precious about it. We get along well. After rehearsal we pack up our gear, say “good one tonight,” and go home. We’ve done this for months.

I know what he does for a living; we’ve talked about it in the green room on performance nights. But I don’t know much beyond that. I don’t know anything about his life outside the room where we play music together. And I’m pretty sure he’d say the same about me.