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A delightful journey in programming

I am reminded what a giant nerd I am since I watched this while working on other very nerdy things.

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Glowbug Embeds

So one of the powers of my own blog engine is that I've done a lot of automation that I call 'embeds.' This is code that allows inputting a URL or a code string and having it turned into more robust HTML. This is things like YouTube videos ending up on page, as well as when you see my movie poster or book blocks.

But, today I added a few things for functionality.

• Bluesky - I finally sat down with the API and coded the simple tool that takes in a Bsky post and fetches the html for embedding.
• YouTube & Wikipedia - They both make use of a tool called iframly which is meant to be a tool that unifies the fetching of embed code for the video or the link to a Wikipedia page. Youtube had been used peviously but it was a shitty implementation and this one looks so much better.
• lichess - The site I regularly play chess on and now I can simply link to a game's URL and have it embed an iframe which enables visitors to actually play the embedded game.

There are a lot more potential embed codes via using iframely, but I don't know if I'll ever use them. We'll see.

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Today's chess win

Sure, I won this game. But also I am testing the embed code for lichess which takes the game's link and then makes what you are (hopefully) seeing above.

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The Final Busdown

Desert Bus for Hope is an annual charity streaming event by friends of mine in Victoria, BC. It runs for a week and this year they raised more than $1,250,000 for charity.

The ostensible goal of the stream is to play a game called 'Desert Bus' which was part of a set of games called "Penn & Teller's Smoke and Mirrors" and it has been called the worst game of all time. Which makes it beautifully poetic that it is the underpinning of this amazing charity event each year.

Today was it's finale and this is how they end the stream. It's just my favorite thing.

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"A Visual Guide to the Aztec Pantheon"

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"The Shocking Violence Of The Chimpanzee War"

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Do Hard Things

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The Onion buys Infowars

Not satire.

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They're Made Out of Meat by Terry Bisson

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

"That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

"That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat."

"Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So … what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?"

"Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …"

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