I have a 6 GB zip file containing my last two years of data. My laptop is clean and reloaded and fairly lacking in personality. The file is FUCKING corrupt. “Unexpected end of archive.” A hex editor revealed that the zip has a valid header and listing of files. Hell, I can browse the goddamn archive in WinRAR. But I can’t extract anything. The barf is in some file near the end of the file (I know my music files were the last things to be compressed). But I am not fucking permitted to extract any fucking thing. *deep breath* No tool used yet has been able to successfully repair…

Malyon is a Z-code (versions 3, 5, and 8) interpreter for Emacs. Bring on the text adventures, baby, yeah.

I cannot get a single Z-code interpreter (for interactive fiction) to compile and run on Willie (a Mandrake 10.2 system). Grr. I don’t wanna hack C code tonight, Mommy…

WO introduced me to this game this weekend called Typing of the Dead. It was one of those games that would have been made for an arcade where you had a gun used to shoot at zombies, like House of the Dead or something. Since it’s on a PC, though, you don’t actually shoot the baddies. You type whatever set of characters (maybe a word, maybe a few letters, maybe a sentence) that represents them. Speed matters, and too many typing mistakes gets you killed. But it learns. Things you type well come up less and less. Genius. It’s hard, but it’s fun. It’s also a bit dorky (FBI agents…

I haven’t written anything the least bit introspective or personal in quite some time, which makes this place a rather boring place to hang my hat. *steps into the spotlight* Good morning.