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Fri Jun 29 09:00:07 EDT 2018
Slept from ten-thirty to six. Woke briefly around one-thirty.
High of ninety today.
Got moving early enough this morning to walk for twenty minutes and stop at Starbucks.
Work:
- Check out apt-cacher-ng alternatives
Done. Surprisingly, the answer may be that it doesn't make sense for us to run an apt proxy.
- Scott's review
Done.
Home:
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/what-is-hnefatafl-viking-board-game
http://tafl.cyningstan.com/page/88/fetlar-hnefatafl
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=17420532
https://www.youtube.com/user/kruggsmash/playlists
https://www.rockpapershotgun.com/2018/06/28/the-brief-and-incredibly-poetic-life-of-banec-hazyblockades-a-dwarf-fortress-diary/
> Every couple years, I reinstall the latest version of Dwarf Fortress, and sit down to generate a new world. This time, we’re looking at Ngutegthur, the Cyclopean Dimensions, a realm whose name reminds me of Lovecraft, or even more strongly of Howard, but let’s try to get in there before we nail down the literary antecedents too precisely. With any luck, our focus on poetry will drag us a little of the way towards Clark Ashton Smith.
> […]
> And, like a chump, he immediately pays for his own stuff. I take it back: this isn’t a Howardian or a Lovecraftian world, it’s a Vancian one. Immediately, I start to feel better about my odds of making it somewhere in this life.
Breakfast: sausage sandwich, cafe latte
Lunch: nuts, coffee
Dinner:
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