Bad Trek Clones

iTunes recently had a sale on the first season of The Orville. I’ve long felt certain that I wouldn’t like the show for several reasons. First, I don’t find Seth Macfarlane’s humour fits my tastes. Second, I’m kind of opposed to giving my money and attention to a show that hires Norm Macdonald. And third, from the clips that I’ve seen, the visual design of the show makes it look cheap.

So, my gut tells me that the series is half-assed. But I’ve heard from more than a few folks that the show is surprisingly good. I’ve also quizzed people about the Norm Macdonald character: if he only has a small role, I might be able to overlook his presence. I’ve heard a couple people tell me that they don’t really remember the gelatinous character.

So there was iTunes offering the first season for cheap. And I decided to give it a try. Do you know the phrase, “buyer’s regret”?

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Three Things

hobbitbabe recently gave me a “three things” challenge. She asked me to talk about “somewhere you would like to travel that you have not been yet, about extreme programming, and about the Red Rocket.

somewhere I have never travelled (gladly, beyond any experience)

There are a number of places I’d like to visit. If I’m honest, I’d probably travel to many places if I had the chance. There are some places I wouldn’t go to because I perceive them as primarily cold (I don’t think I’d go to Antarctica, for example). And there are places that lack edible cuisine (like Germany). And there are still places where my queer ass isn’t terribly safe. But for the most part, if I had the chance to go somewhere new, I’d probably give it a whirl.

There are some places that I’d really like to see. India is a good example. Morocco.

One place that I have a weird, unrealistic dream about visiting is Bali. I say weird and unrealistic because I think I have a vision of what a Bali vacation would look like that bears little resemblance to reality: I’m attracted to the idea of sleeping in an open-air cottage, with a fresh breeze and beautiful, tropical air.

I’m sure that vision of Bali is an illusion: I’m told that, really, Bali is kinda overrun with tourists. And that open air cottage that I imagine is probably built way too close to fifteen other cottages. So it’s noisy, and security is a problem.

I guess that when I think of visiting most places, my imagining isn’t pre-burdened with a lot of expectations about what an ideal vacation there would look like; Bali is my exception. I have a completely unrealistic Bali dream vacation.

What that means, probably, is that I’ll never go there, because it’d be a huge disappointment. Better to go some place where you have no idea what to expect.

Going to Extremes

When I first started working for Intelliware, the company had just embarked on a transition to extreme programming. That’s actually not a phrase that many people say these days: Extreme Programming was, basically, the first style of Agile methodology, created and described by Kent Beck. These days, people tend to refer to “Agile” in place of explicitly naming Extreme Programming.

But Intelliware was explicitly inspired by Beck’s Extreme Programming. It happens that the founders of the company knew Beck (they were long time SmallTalk programmers and met him back in the SmallTalk days). Not long after I started at Intelliware, we had Beck come in to our office for a couple of days to advise us on our transition. It was an interesting time.

Agile continues to be part of the Intelliware corporate culture, and we get a lot out of it. And it’s become so mainstream that even our banking clients are serious about adopting it. We’re often in the place, now, where we’re being hired as agile coaches to help such organizations make the shift.

Here’s the thing: I hate agile coaches. There’s this whole food chain of agile consultants who go to conferences, and write papers and advise about agile adoption. And I almost-universally think that they’re all talk and no action.

There are big parts of agile that continue to be useful in my day-to-day life. There are some things that I’ve tended to move away from (frex: I actually think that we never quite saw all the benefits from pairing that we were promised, although pairing has its uses). But there’s a weird Agile orthodoxy which, like so many orthodoxies, I find ill-fitting.

Ride the Rocket

There’s this gag about getting directions in a small town: “first you head down this road to where Bill’s farm used to be, and then you hang a right. Then go straight until you get to where the church was before the big fire…”

I know that Toronto called our streetcars the “Red Rocket”, but that’s a always been a thing that people refer with a bit of nostalgia. I’ve never really heard anyone call it the red rocket, although I think there was a brief period where the TTC was using the slogan “ride the rocket” when I was living in the city (they just didn’t call it the “red” rocket). The term “red rocket” predates me living in Toronto, I think.

I ride the streetcar every weekday, to go to work and back. During the many George Brown classes I took, I also rode the streetcar there and back. I like the streetcar, but if I’m honest, I’d have to say that it’s not always comfortable. I tend to ride just slightly outside of rush hour times, but still the streetcars are pretty full. On really bad days, you can be riding with your face inches away from someone’s armpit, packed in to a full streetcar like a bunch of sardines dressed for the office.

And any time there’s inclement weather, a lot of people who might otherwise has walked or used bikes will suddenly switch over to become streetcar riders and the streetcar network can’t handle the increase. At all.

My normal ride is the Queen West streetcar, but every once in a while, it’s more convenient for me to take the King streetcar. The King streetcar is the busiest line in the city, and until recently, it was slow and so overcrowded that it wasn’t uncommon to have to watch three or four jam-packed streetcars pass before you could finally get on one of them. Two things have really improved that. First, we have new, longer streetcars that can carry more people. Truthfully, we should have had these new streetcars years ago, but Bombardier is a completely incompetent company and they should probably be sued. Except they’re a Canadian company and the various levels of government don’t want anyone picking on them.

The new streetcars are pretty cool. I was wary of them at first, as they have some very narrow corridors, but they have something like four segmented sections, with doors accessible in each. They’re lower to the ground, so people with buggies can get in more easily, and they’re equipped with wheelchair ramps, making it possible for chairs to get on and off.

The other thing that’s helped the King streetcar line is a change to the traffic rules along King that basically discourage cars from using it (cars can really only go to the next major intersection before they’re required to turn off of King). By reducing traffic along King (and, especially, getting rid of left-turners), the streetcars move along more quickly, and ultimately move more people.

Of course, car people hate this change. Really, car people hate everything about streetcars: if you’re stuck behind one, it slows down your journey. And if a streetcar breaks down, it jams up the line and no other streetcars can get by. Fuck car people. Those guys are assholes. Car people wish the city would replace the streetcars with buses, but buses can’t carry the volume of people that the streetcars carry. Me, I wish car people would replace their cars with transit. But car people are kinda self-entitled, in my opinion. They’re all special snowflakes who need their cars because it’s just too inconvenient for them to get to work any other way. Yes, I’m sure that there are people with legitimate needs, blah blah blah, but they’ve been few and far between in my experience.

Like I say, I take the streetcar most days. Often, it’s a no-fuss way to get in to work, and at the times I travel, I can usually find a seat on about half of my trips. If the TTC were better funded, we wouldn’t have to take vehicles out of service the moment they think rush hour has ended. I think that a Queen subway would be a good replacement for the streetcar network, but it’d be shocking if that happens in my lifetime.

Maybe Dreamwidth is as Good as it Gets

Like so many others, I keep getting depressed by the state of social media. I keep hoping that there’s gonna be a good platform with:

  1. A non-trivial number of people I’m interested in following;
  2. With a non-sucky UI; and
  3. A reasonable stance on Nazis (for me, “reasonable” = “we don’t allow them here”).

Facebook blows, but it has all the people.

Tumblr was my second-favourite platform, but it clearly isn’t surviving the Verizoning.

Google+ is dead. Not many people, but good communities.

MeWe is all Freezed Peach!

I tried Minds the other day and it immediately recommended that I follow Jordan Peterson.

Twitter doesn’t lend itself to the kinds of conversations I want to have. I think it’d need some privacy controls and much better search.

Dreamwidth is great. Except that:

  1. It has a really clunky UI; and
  2. It’s a bit of a ghost town.

So, I’ve resuscitated my interest in building an iOS app so that I can access my reading list more easily. Dreamwidth is making it hard, ’cause their APIs are pretty-much non-existent. I’ve finally solved all of the hardest of problems. Maybe I’ll be able to love it more if I have better access.

Are you an iOS person? Would you be interested in giving an iOS app a whirl as a beta tester?

Getting Closer


Thought for the Day

As we filed into the crematory, everyone (elderly women included) fell to their knees on the ground, wailing. The howls of the mourners mixed in with the roar of the cremation machine. The effect was eerie. I stood in the back, my eyes wide, feeling like an anthropologist privy to some unknown rite.

It is a Chinese practice to hire professional mourners for a ceremony to help facilitate grief, to whip the crowd into a frenzy. It was difficult to tell if some of the people on the crematory floor were such professional mourners, hired by the family to promote sorrow through their excess emotion. Were professional mourners even available in Oakland? Their grief appeared genuine. But then again, I had never been in a situation like this before, where such a large group of people allowed themselves to be emotionally vulnerable. No still upper lips here.

Suddenly, a man I had somehow missed began weaving his way through the crowd with a video camera, filming the mourners. He would stop in front of a wailer and wave his hands upward, indicating what he wanted from them was more, more wailing! The mourner would let out a louder, more anguished cry and beat the ground. It seemed that no one wanted to get caught on camera looking calm or stoic.

The Huang family was engaged in ritual in the classic sense, mixing belief with tactile, physical action. Andrew Newberg and Eugene D’Aquili, two researchers of the human brain from the University of Pennsylvania, explained that for a ritual to work, the participants must engage “all parts of the brain and body, it must merge behaviour with ideas.” Through their wailing, their kneeling, their grief, Mr. Huang’s family were connecting to something greater than themselves.


Mr. Huang forced me to think about what I would do if my own father died. Frankly, I hadn’t a clue. There was a good chance that not everyone taking part in this witness cremation felt quite the intensity of grief they were displaying. For some it may have been more performance than genuine sorrow. But that didn’t matter; the Huang family had ritual. They knew what to do and I envied them for it. The knew how to cry, mourn harder, and show up with bowls of fruit. At the time of death, they were a community, rallied around ideas and customs.

— Caitlin Doughty, Smoke Gets in Your Eyes: And Other Lessons from the Crematory

Thought for the Day


Meaghan Carter has some interesting thoughts about ProCreate for the iPad.

Interesting Gaming World Generation Algorithms

This is an interesting description of an algorithm for generating world maps. The author’s original implementation is in ActionScript to ensure that no one will ever reuse the code. But there’s also a JavaScript subset.

The website has some interesting concepts. I’m particularly interested in their algorithm for noisy edges.

10 Things I Wish Were Better in Clip Studio

I like Clip Studio Paint, and it’s my go-to tool for comics work. But that’s not to say that I’m not occasionally underwhelmed by some of its features. I have the Ex version. Here’s a list of 10 things I wish were better about Clip Studio Paint.

1. Weird brush settings

There are some default brush settings that I find really annoying, and it’s especially annoying that they’re default options.

The one that I find most irritating is the setting that makes brush sizes relative to zoom. So if I pick my favourite inking brush and expand it out to 30px — which means that at maximum pressure, the brush is 30px across (unless you’ve turned off pressure sensitivity) — the size is based on screen size, not paper size. So if I zoom in, 30px on the screen represents a larger area of the paper, and the weight of the line appears a lot heavier. If you want consistent line weights, zooming in screws you up. Suddenly everything you’ve inked at the zoomed-in scale is heavier than the lines you ink while zoomed out. I’m sure that there’s a scenario where you might want that, but I suspect that they’re rare. Nonetheless, this option is turned on by default.

I’ve personally found the pen pressure settings to be far too sensitive, and I tend to tweak the pen pressure sensitivity settings on my favourite brushes to reduce the amount that they respond to pen pressure. One of the YouTube artists that I follow, Sara Tepes, uses Krita and her main brushes have pen pressure sensitivity turned off. I don’t think I’m the only one who struggles with pen sensitivity; I suspect that a lot of the “what brushes do you use?” questions are really “when I try this, the brush size goes out of control” complaints.
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Master Tung-kuo asked Chuang Tzu, “This thing called the Tao — where does it exist?”

Chuang Tzu said, “There’s no place it doesn’t exist.”

“Come,” said Master Tung-kuo, “you must be more specific!”

“It is in the ant.”

“As low a thing as that?”

“It is in the panic grass.”

“But that’s lower still!”

“It is in the tiles and shards.”

“How can it be so low?”

“It is in the piss and shit. And also mayonnaise.”

The Chuang Tzu