Leaflocker Goes 'New Media'

I got into blogging about 10 years after the cool kids stopped doing it, so YouTube has been going long enough and well enough now that it's about time I joined up for something else than re-runs of British quiz shows.

I'd planned to post a bit about the experience of maintaining a mod for Battle for Wesnoth, something I've been privileged to do for the last five years or so. Sadly, writer's block has set in early this August, and I couldn't write something today to save my life, so I made a gameplay video instead. Another cop out, but if I get a bit better at this YouTube thing, I can foresee some further use for it down the track.

The quality is terrible, I know, so if you have ideas on a way to do this better, I'd be very willing to take suggestions.

If low-quality videos of turn-based strategy games aren't your thing, you could head over to Michael's blog and watch his higher-resolution efforts to play Dark Souls. If games in general aren't your thing, why there's lots of other fare out there. Notably, Ale made some pretty drawings, and Mason wrote about Batman fanart.

Blaugust 2014

According to my desktop calendar, it's somehow time for the annual ego trip that is Blaugust yet again. The last two Blaugusts have been somewhat lacklustre in terms of actual content, but this year there are some compelling reasons why we won't be having a repeat of those fiascoes:

I am not in Green Day

There are a bunch of people out there on the internet doing just this, blogging August away instead of getting on with their lives. I'm sure none of them will be producing the same eclectic mix of papery/gamery/didactery/asphyxery/doggelery/amateurwordsmithery as myself, but it's nice to know that there are people out there doing interesting things as well as people in here inflating their egos.

Some of those people will be familiar to longtime readers of the Leaflocker. Ale has promised an offering of art and John will be wowing us all with his sci-fi writing. Both of them consistently impress me with their expertise in their chosen fields, and I'm sure they won't disappoint.

We've also drawn some fresh blood, mostly from EVAC, my local video gaming club. Check out these guys and give them some love. Paul will be actually making progress, or at least talking about doing so, on his much anticipated Advance Wars mod. Mark will be taking the Thomly route, and making it up as he goes along. Shaun will probably be talking anime or games or something, but you never know. Mason will be doing media reviews and analysis, which sounds serious. Michael is going to steal some souls and discuss the experience on the internet. Rosie is going to make beautiful things and look good doing it... And I'm sure more will be joining us as the month wears on.

That should be something for everyone, but it's not too late for you to join in, dear reader. Many of these guys will be posting daily, because they're more committed/manly/time-efficient that me, but there's no need to push yourself beyond your limits. Set a pace that you're comfortable and stick to it if you can, pick up your keyboard and type, and remember send me a link so that I can feed on your creativity.

2) I've been channelling Helen Shapiro

The last couple of months I've been putting a lot of stuff in my life off in order to complete my work as AVCon thrall. Now that that's behind me for another year, it's time to get to actually doing things that I want to do. Creative projects, housework, proper hygiene, all of this stuff has been on the back-burner, but it's time to change the batteries in the stove, get that front burner on and get to using my brain again. How exactly rambling about popes is going to do that is beyond me, but let's find out.

3) There are worse things than death

So that I have a stick for myself as well as the tasty carrot of a job well done, I have set up the 'first' and hopefully 'only' chapter of a Hikaru No Go / Naruto crossover story that I began writing earlier in the year on a dead man switch. This will mean that if I fail to post for two days, or forget to change the publish date, then the internet will suddenly know my dark and terrible secret and I will have to be ashamed into never again leaving my house as a response to taking that last terminal leap into the dark pit of internet depravity that is fanfiction. Hopefully I have too much self-respect to let that happen.

I think we all know me well enough to admit that any schedule we try to keep will be absolutely blown to pieces by day three, but for now let's just pretend that I have even the slightest capacity to meet a rigorous and disciplined schedule.

Mondays at the Vatican.

Monday content will probably be cartoons. It just seems the right day for it, blame Garfield. Since for years I've been unable to draw cartoons without popes in them this will almost certainly degenerate into jokes about obscure religious figures that have been dead for centuries.You have been warned. 

Tuesday Book Club

Along with my regular hopeless quest to read more books than I somehow acquire, I also plan on embarking on a very special and phenomenally ridiculous reading project. So yeah, that's gonna work. I can assure you all right now that I won't try to read Neuromancer again for a while.

Wednesday Quiz

In order to irritate long-time reader, Joanna, I intend to start yet another season of Wednesday quizzes, then discontinue it just before I proclaim her the winner. There are some traditions that are just too fun to stop. I'd appreciate ideas, so if you have a quiz you'd like to see, let me know.

Thursday Night Games

Games. So many games. Games have been such a big part of my life for the last few months that I can't imagine doing a blog without them featuring heavily. Might be board games, might be computer games, and if I get really desperate, it might just end up being poems about Diplomacy.

Friday Ties

The whole tie thing has really gone downhill and off the rails before crashing in an all-consuming inferno, but it's time to bring it back, since it's not like my tie collection is doing anything else except slowly rotting upstairs. Starting next week, I'll be picking a weekly tie and wearing it, just like the good old days. Apparently that's counts as content, so tick another day off.

Secret Squirrel Saturday

Saturday is my day for talking about all the other things that I do that don't justify a weekly post to themselves. It's also a day for sleeping well into the afternoon, though, so we'll see how that goes. Unless I can think of something better, it will start with before and after pictures of my long-overdue bedroom cleanup, so hopefully we'll come up with something better and thus put off that Sisephyean task for another week.

Sunday Inquisition

Since I'm the token religious guy around here (you know, on the internet), I may well devote the sabbath to actual serious religious content. This should be considered a warning to you all that if I'm posting on a Sunday it will be overtly religious in nature, so if you have issues with people banging on about Christianity, or just with the shallow insights and poor writing style of this eternally amateurish and particularly rusty apologist, maybe stay away on Sundays.

As always, I reserve the right to skip/swap/defrenestrate as many of those as I see fit, but the aim will be for a post at least every two days, or the self-respect gets it. It promises to be a good month, guys, so best of luck to you all, readers and fellow 'writers' both.

Of Saints

Later today, it's fitting that it will be Pope Francis who will canonise the two popes who made his new spin on the ancient office a possibility, the two men who more than any other made the papacy relatable to real people by being so obviously human. I wanted to poke fun at them, indeed I've been saving up jokes for this occasion for years, but I couldn't bring myself to do it, so instead you get my worst ever picture of Pope John Paul II, one of my less good attempts at John XXIII, and some quotes from two of my very favourite popes. Two humble men who deserve respect and recognition, John the holy old boy, and John Paul the illest.

Read: The Amber Amulet

Next time I decide marketing is all nonsense and doesn't have any real effect on a rational person, I just have to remember the last time I was tricked into entering a Dymocks bookstore. I won a free book on the internet, something I'd never heard of by someone I'd never heard of, but I can't turn down a free anything, let alone a book! All I had to do was wander in to my local branch and pick it up.

Of course, it's never that simple, because once you've gone to the effort of actually going all the way to the bookstore you might as well have a look around. And what's this, there's a new Bryce Courtenay (not that that is likely to be a problem again)? There's a 2 for 1 deal on young adult fiction? There's double bonus points on children's books this month if you buy three? Half an hour later, I reach the counter, feeling a little bit guilty but oh so good...

...you know how when you get to the checkout there's all those tasty kinder surprises and tic-tacs, in one last ditch attempt to get you to spend all your money on sweet nothings? This book was the literary equivalent, lurking on the counter with the bookmarks and the ludicrously overpriced notepads. A tiny little book with a little pricetag, a drop in the ocean, considering how much I've just spent... Just 80 pages or so of words and illustrations enclosed in a beautiful hardcover imitation pulp paperback sleeve, looking all mysterious and alluring and exciting.

Yes, I have been thoroughly, thoroughly sucked in by the marketing, but I don't care because I have a bag of tasty tasty books on the side seat, and even if this Amber Amulet things is a complete waste of time and money at least it's not going to waste very much of either. 

Rex Parker eat your heart out.

The suprising thing? It's not a waste of time at all. I read it in about quarter of an hour one night when I couldn't sleep, and it's a pretty good book. I've heard good things about Craig Silvey, the author of Jasper Jones (a book that's been on my list to read for a while but I am yet to acquire a copy of), and if this is an example of the way he writes books, you'd better put me down as a fan. This one shows a knack for portraying complicated issues through the eyes of children and filling his prose with little jokes only apparent if you're looking for them, and all without feeling forced, which is a tricky thing to do.

Page 23:
He decides it's prudent to first make sure. If you're going to save a citizen pre-emptively, you'd best be confident your heroism is both necessary and required. He rests the pad on Richie's back. His first monogram is a little messy on account of his nerves. He strips it loose and tries again. Not bad. He taps the pen on his chin. Succinct is best. He writes.

Apparently I'm not the only fan about, either. A short film was apparently released this year based on the book, and it must have been decent, since it won some awards; and while I wonder if a film could really portray the childish naivete and trust that is really what this book is all about, I thought that about The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, so what would I know? Filmakers really are clever people.

The novella (novelette?) is the story of the double-life of the Masked Avenger, super-hero and odd-jobs man, who fights suburban crime with the aid of his horde of gadgets, the power of crystals of his Power Belt, and Richie the Wonderbeagle; and his interactions with the citizens of his street. Sonia Martinez' illustrations make up the Masked Avenger's scrapbook/journal of his adventures, bring a lot all of their own to the story, and probably deserve a more equal billing with the efforts of the author, as they really make the book something a little bit special.

Favourite bit:
Adorning his wrist is the copper bracelet that his grandmother wore to soothe her arthritis, but he knows it is better used to amplify Empathy and Mercy. Pinned to his heart is his grandfather's bronze service medal, for Bravery and Valour. Two clear silicon discs secured in a wire frame rest on the bridge of his nose. They give his eyes Supersight, as well as protecting them against Debris, Hypnosis, and Poking.

I don't know what else I can really say, except that if you ever come to visit us at Parliament House, you should have a quick read while enjoying a cup of tea and I'm pretty sure that you won't feel like you're wasting your time.

Reading Progress:
Number of Books read: 12
Australian dividend: 4.045
Science Fiction dividend: 3.5
Fantasy dividend: 3.5
Biography dividend: 2.5
Literary dividend: 1
Mystery dividend: 1.5
Humour dividend: 1

Up next: Sci-Fi sequels

Board Report

Back in the depths of time I introduced you to Chatarungaraja, a chess variant of my own design that I'm unreasonably proud of. In more recent times, through hanging out with my local branch of the SCA a little too much, I was introduced to the Ace's Boke, a series of letters written in middle-agesey-style explaining the rules of period games.

Before long, this happened:

It is sayed far and wide that you are versed well in the ways of the Chesse of the Mad Qweene, but let me tell you of a new game, that is like and allso unlyke it in many wayes. It is known that the Genneral is no grater than the sum of his armie, and in the same way, the King of this new chess, which the Persians call Chatarungaraja, is nothing more than the somme of his menn, and moves like all of them together, the Ruhk, the Horse, the Bishope and the Mann whom you know well from the Queen's chesse. When his army employs of this multitude of forses, then the powers of a Kinge are treemendous indeed, but when the armie is abanddoned by all of the Horses, then the Kinge no longer has use of them, and also cannot move like a Horze moves. When all of the Ruhks are lossed, so then the Kinge cannot move like a Ruhk. When the armie has not any Byshops, then the King is short of their counsel and cannot move in their manner. And iff, following some great battle, all Menn are lost, the the Kinge shall no longer move as a Man. For the Kinge has not any power of his owne exepting that of his armie. Thus if the Kinge has not his armie then he is more easily taken captiv by his enemyes. In this way, this gayme is like warr. But just as the Queen takes no part in war, though the Mad Queene is in this game the Kinge gaynes no comffort from her presents, and may not move in her fashion. So in this way too, this gaeme of Chaturangaraja is like lyfe. In all other ways the game is like the Chesse of the Mad Queene. I hope learning its ways will teach you more of warr, if indeed you have anithing mor to learn.

If that didn't make sense to you, and it wasn't just because of the pseudo-random approach to spelling, then it's time for a brief and simplified diversion into everyone's favourite topic, Chess History!

At some point in the dim dark past, maybe in India, maybe in China, maybe somewhere in the 'Stans (I'm a subscriber to the Indian theory, myself), maybe none/some/all of the aforementioned; a board-based war game that ascribed different properties to different pieces was invented. We can't be sure what this game was really like, but it must have been pretty popular, because it went postal, and versions of it popped up all over the world.

The version we know the most about, because the Arabs actually wrote things down and then faithfully copied them through the ages, was called Shantraj, and was played by the Persians and then assimilated into Arabic culture. They widely played the game, and the masters developed puzzles and teaching literature. This game was remarkably similar to the chess that we play today, with the movements of the King, Rooks and Knights already established. It travelled with the Arabs into Spain, where became 'acedrex', and then into the rest of Europe.

Mad Queen? Scary.

Then, around about 1500, once chess was already widely spread, a new variation spread, widely known as Mad Queen chess, that with the exception of the technicalities, was modern Orthochess. The chancellor or vizier piece not only became the 'Queen', but gained her current all-powerful movements in place of those the the piece we now call the Fers, a kind of one-step bishop. The bishop also gained its modern movements instead of the extremely weak abilities of the Alfil (or elephant), which could travel to only 1/8 the cells of the board as a two-step jumping version of the Fers. Thus chess players in this period knew two games, the chess of the Arabs and the Mad Queen's Chess, a faster, generally more interesting game.

There, you can go back and re-read the above introduction to Chaturanaraja now, if you like. Hopefully it makes a little bit more sense. After playing a couple of games last night we decided that there's another important rule that was part of Shantraj but isn't part of FIDE chess that probably needs to be incorporated, and I'll post a game demonstrating this principle soon. Kudos if you can guess it before then.

Tie of the Week

Well, it's been a long time between figurative drinks, but it's the First of Blaugust and that means that the tough had better get blogging or face the shame of defeat yet again. So here I am to wear ties and chew gum for the next month, even though chewing gum makes me nauseous.

I'll spend the month doing the same old quantity-over-quality routine that you all know and presumably love, a mish-mash of ties and whatever nonsense floats through my head; while my friends and associates may well be shaking their various thangs for the cause too. John may write some clever things, Claire may write some pretty things Ale may paint, draw, fold or generally magic up some pretty clever things, and presumably Dan will continue to write nonsense about elections like every other journalist in the country that isn't on Royal Baby Watch, but in a generally pretty way.

So, let's get into the mugshots (yes, I know I need to iron my shirts).

(n.b. One of these shirts I didn't actually wear to work this week)

This little number is a great tie for a winter's day, bringing to mind patchwork quilts made of sunshine and kittens, a somewhat gruesome but undoubtedly delightfully warm combination.

Tie Number: 009
Designation: Rumanian Garden Party
Provenance: Christmas 2011
Manufacture: Gallery, Australia
No. of Comments: 3 (Moderate)
Most Favourable Comment: "Wow, you actually matched your tie to your socks. That's commitment." (I was, by complete coincidence, wearing one red and one yellow sock).
Least Favourable Comment: "Your tie is...very yellow"
Observations: People seem to think that yellow isn't a good colour for a tie for some reason. Personally, I think it brings out the mustard in my eyes. 

(yes, I know I need to cut my hair)

LoAP Puzzle Hunt 2012

So, I've not been good at this blogging thing recently. And one of the myriad reasons is that my friend Dan (of the rap battle) and I (well, mostly Dan, but I helped) have been writing a puzzle hunt in the style of the MUMS and SUMS hunts, but a lot more primitive (at least on my behalf), starting on December 30. Here's a little teaser...

If you'd like to join in, head to the site and sign up (there's lot of details on how to play there). If you can find the hidden message in the puzzle above you get a bonus point towards your campaign for LoAP Puzzle Hunt 2012 glory.