A metric ruler ftw

One of those long term, never found wants, sometimes deserves a “Fuck, yes!” when you come across it. In my case, one of those is a ruler marked in centimeters and millimeters.

Rulers are a useful thing, whether for measuring small distances, drawing a straight line, or well, let’s just be honest: everyone whose ever had a yardstick has used it to retrieve something fallen in a tight space 😆. I have relatively few left, resulting in typically breaking out the tape measures; the youngest of which is my age. Thus, it’s in inches only. But there’s one thing that really irks me about tape measures: dealing with 1/16th inch as a unit size. It’s pretty great if you’re building a house, but not so much for random use. At least, not for me.

Enter the Midori multi-ruler! Given centimeters and a lack of ambiguity, it works well for my purposes, and I can appreciate that the first section includes half-millimeter marks. It’s probably the first new ruler I’ve had since grade school. The folding mechanism having 15° stepping would also have been great back when I lived in an age of paper.

Science fiction often leads to encountering a greater use of metric measures, which led me to learning the metric system as a child, because it was a bother to convert everything into our customary units. I’ve generally used metric units for distance since circa The Phantom Menace, mostly reserving inches and feet for when they are actually convenient. Which means, they’re either the relevant units or just unwieldy at that scale. E.g., a foot may be more convenient than a third of a meter (0.3m), or its irrational in yards (0.33y); you may or may not care about the difference between 30.48 (12″), 30 (11.81″), and 30.5 cm (between 12.00079″). By the time we reach the point where 1/16th inch or 0.0625″ is a unit size, we’re crossing the point to where I’d prefer millimeters as a unit of measure. I’m also not a fan of converting between fractions and decimal, which is mostly just noise.

Thus, my random splurge is a metric ruler. I am literally the only one in my entire family who has ever cared about the metric system, mostly owing to being a sci-fi nerd as a kid. Americans using metric units outside of science and engineering contexts is still rare, even decades later. But old habits die hard, and I’ve wanted one of years. Sometimes, you have to treat yourself with random shit :).

The end of mass market paperbacks

Growing up in a world that was partly divided by hardcovers and paperbacks, I find the news that the format’s largest distributor sounded the death knell surprising. Perhaps it’s not a format many avid readers are fond of, but it’s one I’ll always remember kindly.

When I was younger, the majority of my books were the pocket sized mass market variety. Cheaply made, but that was the point. As a teenager, I personally preferred the more portable size, since these lent itself to reading on the go and shelf space was always at a strong premium. But I remember it most being driven by cost: hardcovers cost far more, and were less often available at the used bookstore. If not for novels eventually being released in the mass market paperback format, I would likely have starved for books as a kid! Exchanging books at the used book store periodically, was also a far more realistic endeavor than getting to the library, and “brand new” was rarer for us in those days.

The majority of my hardcovers were Star Wars novels and notable novels that were hand-me-downs, like my mom’s copy of the original Thrawn Trilogy or my brother’s copy of Jurassic Park. The rest were probably acquired on fire sale. Mass markets dominated my shelves for years. I don’t think I actually owned a trade paperback until The Fellowship of the Ring was headed for the big screen about 2001. At roughly the same time, the Lord of the Rings was re-released with three volumes, and being a big deal of course got the better format. My mom paid a whopping $12 for the first volume judging by the back cover, probably as a birthday or Christmas present more than a splurge. It’s been quite a while since then.

Next time that I can really remember having a trade paperback was Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, which I can remember specifically as a Christmas present. That was the year I was sick for Christmas, actually. I can’t remember if that was in time for the film’s 2001 release or not, but it’s from the 1999 printing. Later novels in the series actually made up the majority of my trade paperbacks well into adult hood. I can still remember receiving the Half Blood Prince in hardcover as a gift while I was waiting for the paperback release to become available, and having somewhat mixed feelings. On one hand, gratitude and the glee of continued reading; on the other, feeling like they must’ve thought us poor and that now my bookshelf wouldn’t match. Most other trade paperbacks on my shelves are either relatively new purchases over the past 10-15 years, or something over than a novel.

As a reader, I’ve never really been a fan of hardcovers so much as I recognize the necessity of them. I think most people inclined towards “physical” books today, aren’t likely to be cost bound. If cost is the predominant factor, or like me, you’ve spent your life in that situation of “Damn, if only I could knock down walls and build a library….” then digital is likely the focus.

Anyone in the same reading situation that I was as a teenager would probably be consuming their content via e-books due to the cost, or more likely OverDrive through their public library–I know I would’ve gone nuts if that was a thing when I was a youngster. That’s also a demographic that mass markets were great for IMHO, those who would simply have far fewer books if you had to pay a premium for a hardcover release. Yeah, it was enough that waiting until the paperbacks filtered into our local stores was worth it.

As an adult, I’ve rather come to threat e-books as the cookie problem. Something you just cough up for if you have any pocket money. My pastor when I was a teenager, often made quips about his penny pinching German heritage. He had a great sense of humor. But he also figured out that a major difference between him and his wife doing the grocery shopping was the fact that a random thing of cookies was going to end up in that cart, if he was the one executing their grocery list. You know, it’s like magic? Yeah. I basically refuse to consider how much money I’ve spent on books as an adult. It dwarves my access to books when I was growing up.

I’ve been fortunate that for most of my life, books haven’t been a luxury. But I will always have a soft spot for paperbacks. They might be crappily made, they might fall apart given heavy reading or a few decades on a shelf, but they formed the foundation of my teenage reading. For that, I can only smile fondly.

Writing Instruments (future)

Recently, I’ve made a few additions which are tied to my previous entry on writing instruments. New pens and pencils for the first time in years.

On the pen side, two additions from Fisher: the shuttle style Space Pen and the Bullet. The former, mainly because it’s a little piece of American history. Thus, I was sorely tempted by the AG7, but had to settle on the SH4 since it’s meant for household use not collecting dust. There’s also the fact that I come from the age of the Space Shuttle program rather than the Apollo program. I’d also like to think it should lead to no more “Dang it, why are you out of ink!? It’s only been 15-20 years!” Which is what has left the Zebra F-301s as the last functional pens I had. The latter, because I was looking for a compact pen that’s suitable for pocket carry: for those of us who don’t want to carry a damn pen.

There are times I’m left wanting, like buying coffee at Sprouts Farmer’s Market and typically end up using my phone’s camera as a substitute for a pencil. Because Good Freaking Luck spotting where their pencil ended up! My idea anyway, is the bullet is small enough to toss in a pocket with my comb and AirPods, and forget about until actually needed. The cap creates a decent writing size when stuck on the back, and covered or sans cap, it’s about the size of the little pencils we used to use with a compass and household chores when I was a kid. Except you won’t stab yourself in the leg 😜.

For me, it’s kind of an amusing twist of sorts. The Zebras aren’t expensive, they were probably $3.50 to $4 for the pair when I bought them in the grocery store some years back. At the most! I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them for nearly half that in my lifetime. Presently, the same model is around $6 – $7 on Amazon for a pair. More if you want a 4-pack. The Bullet on the other hand was $30 and it’s for a role where realistically, it can get lost or stolen. When I was a kid, asking my mom for a pair of F-301s was in that category “You better not lose or break the damn thing.” Needless to say, we had a lot of disposable pens and very few refillable ones when I was a child. Suffice it to say, the Fishers are beyond what I’d ever imagined paying for a pen without taking up drawing comics or calligraphy as a hobby.

Yes, I am fundamentally a cheapskate at heart. But, I also learned that if you are going to solve a problem: then solve it so it doesn’t come back again. Realistically, I expect the refillable pens to outlive me, provided that I don’t use them as an emergency crowbar and that cartridges remain available.

Now, enter the one that gives me glee: Uni’s Kuru Toga Elite. This is the first good mechanical pencil I’ve ever bought myself, and the second mechanical pencil I’ve ever had that has any concept of quality. I was able to get one with replacement leads and erasers on sale for the price of the pencil. I’m pretty sure that my younger self would’ve had a stiffy at that. Compared to the SharpWriters I’ve had to make do with, it’s a joy to use. Hell, it even rotates the lead to wear level the tip!

Mechanical pencils are hardly a new thing. They’ve existed for at least two or three hundred years, and the old Eversharps became a thing around the time my grandparents were born. By the time I was a teenager, they weren’t quite the same scale as free pens but still quite common everyday items. As an adult, I generally found mechanical pencils to be ubiquitous. Although the good quality professional grade sort, tend to be far rarer outside of engineering fields. I’d classify the Kuru Toga in that scope.

I’ve always found mechanical pencils a tad fascinating. Partly, because I’ve rarely had the opportunity to use or enjoy writing with them. Since they’re fidget-able like clicking a ballpoint, I was promptly barred from using our scant few mechanicals when I was like 4 years old or something like that. Thus, by the time I was responsible enough to be trusted with such a writing instrument, and you know, could actually write, the only real resource was ye’ ol’ pencil.

If someone had given me one of these Kuru Toga during the peak of my handwriting, i.e., my teens, I would probably have leapt for joy and hoarded the pencil leads.

ありがとう、ユニ。素晴らしい製品を作ってくれました!

Knives old, recent, and new

Given two new additions, I’m not sure if I’ve inadvertently started a collection or I’m just now well stocked.

The knives on the left are ones I’ve had a long time. The little Wenger used to ride my keychain as a spare, something that I purchased as a replacement for one of my dad’s that unfortunately made a trip to an airport in the 2010s. The smaller Gerber STL became my “Kitchen knife, utility” and letter opener about ten years ago. You can safely say, I’m not a scissors kind of guy. I received the Ozark Trail as a gift from someone at my old job, it rode my belt for quite a few years until becoming my goto for household use. I used to carry a Leatherman Juice S2 multitool as my EDC, but after it disappeared about 3 years back, I went with the green Leatherman T4 as a replacement.

In the middle are two knifes that I bought for Christmas. A larger Gerber STL to replace its little brother, because I always wished that dainty little knife was bigger and it’s held up superbly. The Gerber Paraframe was selected because of how well the little STL 2.0 held up despite being disposable cheap. It was mainly intended to either replace the Ozark as my “Knife, Household Utility” or the Leatherman as my daily pocket knife. Since Christmas, it’s done the latter. Doesn’t really do it for me, but nothing wrong with it either.

The new additions are the two knives on the right side: a Civivi Praxis and a CKRT Squid XM. The Praxis was selected for two reasons: that I really like the larger size of the Ozark Trail, and that I personally find the Paraframe hard to open one handed. Another reason is that I’ve never had a “Flipper.” Having grown up in an age where thumb-nicks, pocket knives like my dad’s Schrade slip-joints, and ye-ol’ Swiss Army Knife were still popular designs, I was always rather content with the newer frame/liner locks, which have probably been around as long as I have. The Squid, I bought because the original model interested me, but like the Gerber’s would just be a bit too small for my hands. The newer assisted model is larger, solving all of those concerns. I’m still tempted to pick up one of the originals, since those are cheap.

Based on initial impressions, these are looking like good additions. They fit the metric where I rather prefer the larger size and solve the qualms that I have about the paraframe. I’m pretty sure the full sized Praxis has the perfect hand grip of the lot, and the Squid is probably the perfect size for me. Neither is as cheap as the others, but still in the realm of buy a new one instead of crying over it. I’ve never believed in crazy-expensive blades, especially ones that may get lost or sacrificed in an emergency.

Ironically of all the existing ones, my favorite all these years has been the Ozark Trail with the tan handle. It’s the one I would be saddened if it were destroyed or damaged. I think they were like $14 a pop when Clay bought them at Wally World, but they were like the best cheap ass find ever. Most went to his folks in the production department, those working more closely with hardware and shipping. I was lucky enough to be included despite being a software engineer, it was a great gift. On one hand, there’s sentimental value. Basically the highest aside from my dad’s, most of which are purely keepsakes now. On the other…it’s just been so damned useful!

When it’s come to needing a knife for odds and ends at home, it’s usually been the first reach for anything outside of cooking. In my apartment, it took up a position on the counter outside my kitchen for quick access. In my current home, I’ve kept it in the hallway near the kitchen, so that it’s always handy when I’ve needed a blade. My only complaint is it’s been so handy for household use since I moved, that I ended up not carrying it anymore. The Leatherman T4 has a much better blade than my old Juice S2 had, but is a jack of all trades and master of none when you really need to cut things.

At this point however, I think I now have enough knives that any of them can be rotated for regular carry. The larger ones, should be suitable for home use as well. When shopping for Christmas, my thinking was either of the new Gerber knives might replace the Ozard for household needs, or at least make a passable one for regular carry since I’ve never really liked the T4. Guess we’ll see how that plays out :).

Demon Lord of a Small Village: Volume 2

After a bit more prodding on than originally expected, Volume 2 is finally released. Continuing the tale from shortly after Volume 1‘s epilogue. For a project that began 3 years ago, and has drafts of 7 volumes in various stages of completion, hopefully the third volume will be out with much less of a gap.

Now available on Amazon

In this action-packed continuation of the series, Lucious and Seraphim face new challenges as they fight to protect their homeland from the relentless legions of Lorica. Now as acting village chief, Lucious must rally his friends and even raise the enemy’s fallen to turn the tide. Meanwhile, Seraphim steps up as a key leader in the rebellion, navigating a path towards the fortified city of Nelloran. Joined by refugees and an enterprising lich, our heroes set off to bring Margrave Tiberius to justice, not knowing that the Goddess has far more in store for them.

Will Lucious become the next demon lord or fall at the hands of Lorica? Can their ragtag band of villagers and undead horde triumph over the powerful legions? The fate of Cerulea hangs in the balance as destiny calls. It’s time for the demon lord to rise up and answer his people’s call.

As might be obvious from the synopsis, Volume 2 ramps up the action and is full of much antics by our favorite heroes as they face the next step in their journey.

Simple things with simple objectives

Feeling so cooped up over the holidays, somehow it makes me feel better to actually get up and out this morning.

Today’s agenda was pretty simple. Get up. Make eggs, onions, peppers, and sausage with coffee. Go get the grocery shopping done for the coming cycle. Now, that’s not asking a lot—certainly a given that I’m having coffee. But for plans made just before bed, combined with my increasingly hermit like nature when it comes to running errands, this makes me feel better.

While I kind of determined as a young man, that I could probably be shut up in a submarine or a space station for years at a time and not go insane without walking through trees and foliage, I’ve also come to recognize that I’m happier when I’m more active. Ironic, for someone as sedimentary as I am.

There’s also one cold, hard fact when it comes to grocery shopping as far as errands go. I enjoy my own cooking 😋

My first hackathon

There’s a concept that I’ve held since I was a boy, maybe 12 or 13 years old. That you should aim for the moon and plan to fall flat on your face, because you’ll probably land somewhere in-between and hopefully it won’t hurt as much when you do fall flat. Decades later, I consider this thinking fairly integral to my nature, and it’s often how I approach things.

Today, I found myself in a somewhat odd position. Going into a small hackathon, my private view was that I should just be glad not to be thought a fool. Insert good quote often attributed to Abe Lincoln here. The project was something that I chose, largely because it combined a technology that I wanted to learn more about and figured that building something small in this context was a good way to both participate and knock that off my bucket list. Well, both off my bucket list, since it was my first hackathon.

While I didn’t win, I placed well enough to walk away with both a nice little prize and positive comments from several people that I respect. That’s actually a lot higher result than I expected. My little project was based on an idea that I’d typically plan for a 3-day effort when left to my own devices, and compacted into about a 4-5 hour event to deliver something demonstrable. Not great, not horrible, in my personal opinion. I really didn’t expect much more than a thanks for participating, or at best, being glad not to be taught an idiot. No thoughts of positive mention or reward really factored in my desire to participate. I was far more interested in building something to learn if the tech was worth poking further than succeeding at anything.

Part of me, I kind of have to wonder what that form of thinking might say about the environment that I grew up in. See, it wasn’t necessarily anything anyone did to me. My family was a bit harsh more than touchy-feely in such respects, but nothing all that bad happened. Like, I probably gave up expecting to ever make someone proud or happy at my achievements by the time I was 6 or 7. Just knew it wasn’t going to happen. That’s the most I can really say about that, in the sense of ‘bad’ on the subject. I’ve known people who had things thousands of times worse than I ever did. It was fine, really.

Sometimes as an adult, I also think about the distinction between what I grew up around and the kind of person that I am, that I choose to be. It makes me wonder how much is innate versus a side effect. That’s the contrast that tends to draw my attention. On the flip side, thanks to good friends, over the years I’ve come to believe in the need for positivity. Even if, to be honest, I tend to be more of a hope for and work towards positive things than expect positive things kind of person.

Unrelated to all of that, however–I must say that I did have fun. I would’ve been happy even if I didn’t end up with anything to show, but I was glad to land somewhere in-between. It’s one of those things, I always thought might be fun to try but never really had a lot of opportunity to focus on. So, I think that’s one item off my personal bucket list and another off the equivalent for my technical interests.

Coffee

One of life’s simple pleasures is grinding coffee and brewing a cup. At least for me it is, and one that I often find delegated to special occasions because of all of the clean up; my grinder, actually stays pretty clean when not in use.

This morning’s plan? COFFEE!!! I’ve ground enough to fill my coffee can sufficiently to last until Monday. It’s also the first time that I’ve had coffee all week, thanks to being sick. Guess it’s the cross point between feeling better and fuck it, I’m making coffee.

Afraid its permanent

When you end up dragged out of bed, half asleep, and you still have the wherewithal to school people on more efficient basic usage of vi, you know that vi is now embedded permanently and deeply in the very fibre of your being.

I had some suspicion that the muscle memory wasn’t the only thing that is etched into me, but any doubts that I had, are now gone. vi is firmly paste the “You can pry it from my cold dead hands” level of integration.

One of those beautiful things

After being teary eyed thanks to NCIS S18E9 Winter Chill, I decided this was a poem worth remembering.

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

That truly is a beautiful epitaph, if I’ve ever heard one.