Spark.

On Saturday, I became the proud owner of a 2014 Chevrolet Spark EV.

The Spark EV is a pure electric car. There is no other propulsion method other than the electric motor run by a 21kWh battery. (Unless I get out and push.)

To charge the car from zero to full, it takes 8 hours via 220V. The car doesn't come with a 220V charger, but 220V is available at public L2 chargers.

The nearest public L2 charger from my house is just under 40 miles away.

The car comes with a 110V charger, letting me charge at any power outlet (so long as the 20' cord reaches the charge port).

Zero to full on 110V takes 20 hours.


The car has an EPA-rated range of 82 miles.

I purchased the car from CarMax in St. Peters, MO, just over 150 miles away from home. They hadn't charged it in a while; the car showed 47 miles range.

It took two L2 220V charging stops in St. Louis, totaling 8 hours, to get enough range to make it to my parent's house. From there, 50 miles to home.

I slept in my car outside an optometrist's office for 6 of those hours. I left the parking lot, with a full charge, at 4 in the morning. Car says 60 miles range.

(Special thanks to Vision Care Associates. Your charger was a godsend, it's great that you're solar-powered (even though I was charging at night, sorry), and I love how you're promoting electric vehicles.)

Once at my parent's house, I spent an entire day in their driveway, charging via a normal 110V outlet. (Did I mention it was raining this entire time?)

In total, it took 27 hours from the moment I was handed the keys at the dealer until I arrived at my house, exhausted and a bit sore.


You might think that, after all that, I would absolutely hate the car. In what world does it make sense to take over an entire day's time to drive 150 miles?

In my world it does. This car is awesome and I love it.

Lets Encrypt.

So, in a little while, Google Chrome is going to start marking all non-HTTPS sites as non-secure. I guess it's time to start considering major HTTPS deployment.

I usually don't have to worry about that, as most of the sites I run aren't considered critical systems. (In fact, most sites that I deploy are fairly static, so moving to HTTPS just didn't make sense at the time.) However, since now all sites that use just HTTP are going to start triggering scary warning messages in Chrome, the path is clear. "Ugh. This is going to be complicated."

A couple of clicks and ten minutes later, I'm done.

That was easy.

Thanks to Let's Encrypt for offering free SSL certificates to everyone, and to DreamHost for making deployment of Lets Encrypt certificates as simple as logging into the DreamHost panel and turning Lets Encrypt on.

That's amazing.

Breathe.

Sometimes,

you just have to remember:

close your eyes,

take a breath,

count to ten.


Everything will be fine in the end.


Just breathe.

Silence.

Don't know what to tag this. I'll figure it out later.

It was my birthday two days ago. Yay me. So begins my yearly retrospective.

I was up late, doing some video encoding. Really, not much to do beyond start the encoder and wait. I'd exhausted all the online material I'd been interested in reading. So, naturally, I started looking at message logs from the past.

I used to be meticulous about making sure I logged everything. If it was said in a chat I was connected to, I wanted a transcript that I could refer back to later. Sometimes to find something funny someone had said, sometimes to use as evidence in an argument later. It's something I've gotten out of the habit of recently, as I now will purge logs occasionally. (I also haven't really established a very good backup routine. Do as I say, not as I do.)

Anyway. One of the things I noticed is that, contrary to what I believed, I was actually fairly talkative in the past. Not generally in an open channel, of course, but in private I was involved in some pretty through discussions with others. Discussions that I had actually forgotten I'd taken part of, discussions with some people that I didn't think I'd ever spoken to. It's a weird feeling, bringing up a log with someone who you could swear you'd only shared maybe a couple words with, but actually you'd had several long conversations with them about all kinds of things. Sometimes it'd be a topic related to something we'd be working on, sometimes it'd just be current events and random chit chat.

I know that I'm definitely a lot more quiet online now than I ever was in the past. The silence I exhibit takes lurking to new limits. But while I used to just accept it as the norm, knowing instead what I know now, it actually hurts a little; seeing familiar names in chat pop online, but not saying anything to them nor spoken to in exchange.

It hurts for those I used to call close friends, but it oddly hurts more for those I thought were mere acquaintances, but instead where fairly close, too.

That's not even considering how much some of these people have changed. Not necessarily for better or worse, but.. in some particular cases, how friendships were broken between friends while I was away, only to be discovered now when I try to mention someone in passing.

But, that's just how time passes. Nothing ever stays the same.

So it goes.

Glitter and gold.

I don't really like AMVs, anime or otherwise. But this...

This is perfection.

Honestly. You slap a title card at the end of this that says "RWBY: Volume 4: Coming this Fall", maybe a slight dulling filter over it to make it a bit washed out, and this becomes the perfect teaser trailer showcasing everything that is awesome and exciting and thrilling about the show.

I have never been more pumped for RWBY than I am right now. And that's saying something, given that Volume 3 pretty much killed me and my drive.

By the way, this should be obvious, but: massive spoilers for RWBY through Volume 3. Seriously. Nothing is sacred here.

Conflicted.

On the one hand, it's always hard to have a project taken away from you and spun in a direction that you don't agree with. I've been on both sides of that coin and it isn't fun either way, especially when feelings get hurt.

On the other hand, it's pretty poor form to publicly air out thirty-five pages of grievances and backstory to try and paint your former employer as the bad guy.

It's even worse when you're using the memory of a beloved man as a shield to deflect any and all contrary opinions.


Shane, I know Monty meant a lot to you. I know that his death hurt those who knew him more than it could ever hurt those of us who only knew him through his works. But, the reality is, even if Monty were still alive today, it's likely that RWBY would still not have become the exact same thing he envisioned. Things change. Tough choices were made, and not everyone was ever going to be completely happy with where things would go. But, balance is something that projects need, and without balancing the needs of the story and the needs of the production, the end result suffers.

The truth is always somewhere in the middle. I'm willing to believe that some truly crappy things happened after Monty died and Volume 3 continued without him. The fact that both you and Sheena felt the need to distance yourselves from both RWBY and Rooster Teeth is pretty telling, and it was upsetting when I first heard.

But, I question whether or not this was really the best way to show your side of the story. You claim to not want to bring any kind of backlash against the show or Rooster Teeth, but we all know that this kind of dirty laundry will always end badly, every single time.

In letting the world know that Monty's vision for RWBY had been twisted, you may very well destroy the fandom and the show that he lovingly created.

Hiatus.

SOL 120

DAY 23

On day 4, I May Fall played on my headphones while I was at work. I could match up the moments in the song perfectly to Velvet's scene in episode 11. When it gets to when Velvet reveals Penny's swords, I break down in tears.

On day 13, I can listen to Shine without crying. (Dream Come True still turns me into a sobbing mess.) I haven't brought myself to watch episode 12 again, can't even fathom doing it without dread shooting down my spine.

On day 22, I make a dark joke about Arkos and don't immediately regret it.


It's been three weeks.

I'm still not okay.

End of the beginning.

One way or another, my continuous RWBY posts are about to end.

I really, honestly don't know what to think anymore. Volume 3 started out absolutely amazing, with great character interactions, great fights, and quite a bit of development. (One of these days, I really need to list every single OTP I have for this show. The list is terrifying. #bloodmint) Now, everything's gone straight to hell and I'm caught between being horrified at the world as it stands or giddy at just how awesome and amazing the darkness has grown.

RWBY isn't a slice of life school drama anymore.

And like a thousand other commanders on a thousand other battlefields...

I await the dawn.


Oh, and Miles? Kerry?

I effing hate the hiatus.

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