Considering how little sleep I got at the end of last week, I’ve been remarkably productive this weekend. I woke up at 2:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Around 6:30 I took him to the airport. He’ll be on the east coast with a friend all week (I can keep my own hours at work, yay!)
Anyhow, I spent that morning writing code until I passed out on the couch. After a short nap, I started playing Quake III… By 6:30 the next morning I had probably played eight hours or so. A guy named The*Prophet and I practiced all sorts of things, most notably air rockets and walking over the jump pads without jumping. He also told me I had skill, which was impressive, considering I was just slightly worse than him, and he scored 7-4 against Kamisama, who is the second best Q3 player I’ve ever seen. :) Maybe one day I’ll actually get decent at the game!
Today (well, Sunday, I guess), I slept until 4:00 p.m. When I woke up, I took a shower, did the dishes, and got right to work on my audio subsystem. The goal was to get MikMod integrated before sleeping. Well, I’m happy to say that I’ve succeeded. I also got Ogg Vorbis working. My audio system is in a 0.95 state, at least, Quite possibly 1.0. It’s been sooo long since I’ve actually *finished* something. I’m very pleased with the architecture too. Now all that’s left is porting to Linux (someone else is gonna have to do the MacOS port), writing documentation, updating my web page, writing Java bindings, updating Mozilla bindings, fixing the output driver setup, and evangelizing people to use it… I guess it’s not a small amount of work… Oh well, it shouldn’t be painful, just time-consuming. :) Hopefully, aegisknight.org will be updated within a few days.
On the other side of things, I think I’m screwing up my personal life, but maybe that’s okay. Did I ever have one? I live to write code, I guess.
There is anger resolute.
Rears its familiar head on the TV screen.
In a dozen bags a life was placed.
In a breath he smiled and waved.
Five minutes at a time the power held true.
Without consternation our laws are lost.
Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual.
Another tag, another headline.
Another smiling face shall stay 10 winters long forever.
And where are the angels to guard?
Where is the God of men and children?
He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls.
I know it’s right and I know it’s time for freedom:
to kill another and to kill another and to kill another child of the flag till there are none left…