“Okay, accepting for the moment that I am the child in this relationship, which is likely to continue for the foreseeable future, our immediate problem is this Wicked Stepmother. As the responsible adult in the room, what have you got for protection?”
I could tell I’d be seeing a lot of her surprised face from now on. “You can’t feel the wards on the house? After the way you just walked through that binding spell?”
I shook my head with a dismissive snort, annoyed that it probably looked really cute. “Never had the patience for magic; I’m just good at breaking things. Honestly, I used to get worse from my ‘sisters’ just for cutting in line at breakfast. Unfortunately, my best spell-breaking technique only works on men, and would be illegal at twice my current age.”
Her eyes widened, and I decided that maybe now wasn’t the best time to talk about my experience. “Anyway, wards. We have some, and you seem pretty confident. Good. What about school? Do we need to stay home and hide Kit here for a while?”
She must have caught the eagerness in my voice. “Oh, no, young lady, you are not getting out of school that easily. I have a masking charm that will make you ‘less interesting’ to anyone hostile, and I can get another one for Kit from…”
“…the lovely Miss Bobo, right? I could tell you two were close, but I figured you were just closeted lesbians, not a pair of witches from a less-racist universe.”
Her furious blushing and stammered denial threatened to derail the conversation again, so I did something else I’m not good at: I apologized. “Sorry, that wasn’t appropriate or relevant; this is the longest conversation I’ve ever had with another woman, and I’m really not good at it.”
“Accepted, and we’re going to have to work on your social skills, if only to protect Kit from things she’s definitely not ready to hear. And I understand the soap at your school tastes terrible.”
I paled at the memory. “Right, so for now we’re safe here and at school, but we can’t keep Kit and we can’t hand her over to the witch, so we need to fix something. We can ask her about other family on the walk to school tomorrow.”
“I’ll drive; it’s safer. And I’ll contact Jem to bring her up to speed and get that charm.” She opened her purse and pulled out a small, intricately-carved amulet. Damn, I’d missed a secret pocket. “Meanwhile, if you can sleep after all that espresso, I’d suggest you get to bed. Your second day of school isn’t going to be any easier than the first.”
“Right.” As an old trooper, I could fall asleep anywhere, anytime, and with any number of bed-partners, and wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, free of dreams and regrets.
Young troopers, on the other hand, apparently had dreams. And in mine, I wasn’t alone.
This week, it’s a trap! Our Plot-Advancing Bad Girl lures Our Hero Party to their doom, but first, it’s bath time! Our Bountiful Landlady and Our Best Guild Catgirl don’t get nearly as much exposure as Our Defensive Button Elf, but it’s enough to compensate for most of the shouting. To no surprise, Our Shooty Shota Hero receives even more ridiculous assistance from the gods.
Verdict: shouty fluff.
(still no fan-art, so catgirl is sadly unrelated)
My co-workers had the day off. Kind of means that I get the day off, except not.
Random scenes were random. Vampire medical research, nut trees, slime parachutes, and tan elves in both adorable chibi and lovestruck adult form.
Verdict: if this were the source material, Our Eager Tan-Elf Maiden would no longer be a maiden, but at least somebody openly wants the D.
FYI, this is pretty much the only tan-elf fan-art from the show:
This week, a wild man-witch appears! And quickly falls victim to the power of cuteness, against which no scruffy grumpy father figure can stand. Also, Our Main Father Figure demonstrates that he’s actually quite a good teacher. Also a good cook, the subject of the spinoff manga.
Verdict: the animators got to focus on charm instead of spectacle this week. Actually, they got the week off to recover from last week. That’s right, the B team is better than other shows’ A teams.
Omarchy pitches itself as a “beautiful, modern, and opinionated Linux”. After playing with it for a few days, I’d change that to “quirky, fragile, and retarded”.
Since I resurrected my old gaming PC on Ubuntu to run LLMs, I’ve been poking at the various recommended distros and installing them on an old Intel Macbook that I needed to wipe. It used to be my sterile international-travel laptop, but the last working version of MacOS made it run so slowly that I gave up and migrated that role to my other, not-quite-so-ancient Intel Macbook Air.
The old one predates Apple’s T1/T2 security chips, so it’s easier to install an alternative OS and get full hardware functionality. And indeed, everything worked just fine the second time I installed it.
Because the first install was unable to retrieve updated packages. Apparently, when it tells you that the installation is done and you should click the button to restart, it is not in fact done, and expects you to leave the installer USB stick inserted until the reboot finishes. Surprise!
The second install was fine, but not only did all of the supplied themes have low-contrast small text (and were mostly “dark”, blech), there was almost no ability to customize anything about the graphical UI. Pointer sensitivity and acceleration? No. UI font size? No. Custom font install? No. Pretty much everything you’d expect to find on a “control panel” of some sort simply wasn’t there. If the creators were aware of the concept of “accessibility”, I found no supporting evidence.
There is some customizability, but it involves just dumping you into a text editor with a config file that doesn’t have any useful documentation.
Two tiny little things led me to scrub the disk and try another distro:
There is a convenient and easy-to-press menu option to switch the wi-fi into AP mode. There is no button to switch back. I couldn’t undo what I accidentally did when the unchangeable over-sensitive trackpad settings clicked there while I was moving the pointer.
I opened the GUI file manager (which bafflingly doesn’t seem to
support viewing any files outside of your home directory) and
while moving the pointer with the trackpad, accidentally (see
above) dragged one folder into another. Unfortunately, I had just
made all folders visible (one of the only configuration options
available), and since everything about the configuration is stored
in ~/.local and ~/.config, moving either one of them
instantly breaks the entire user interface. I couldn’t open the
application menu to get into the terminal, I couldn’t get at the
settings, I couldn’t even cleanly shut down the system.
I was already feeling pretty negative about the whole experience, but those two easy fails finished it off. Neither would have happened if the trackpad driver had any configurability, even just a checkbox to turn off tap-to-click, and that sort of “opinionated” design is at the core of the distro. Fail.
CachyOS is another quirky modern distro, and Quirk #1 is that you can’t install at all without an active Internet connection. Apparently the 3 GB on the ISO image is just the “live” environment and an install button, and you need to download everything to make sure it’s fresh.
The catch is that the wifi drivers in the live environment constantly disconnected on the Macbook (not even an Air), so I had to get it onto wired. Except that it has one USB-C port for both power and data, so I had to find one of my old USB hubs with passthrough power and an ethernet port, then go down to the basement, open up the wiring cabinet, and hook up the dining room, since that’s where I was working on this.
Anyway, with the OS installed, wifi still didn’t work, because of the operating system’s precious virginity. You have to google for forum posts that tell you to download a random package from a random web site and run several commands from the (translucent darkmode tinyfonts) terminal window. For the wrong generation of Mac, so figure out what changes to make on your own.
In other words, their purity would be sullied by distributing or downloading any proprietary drivers that could make your hardware functional, or even officially documenting the process of acquiring them. Their install doc gives you a process that might work if you still have MacOS installed on the boot drive. Which I do not; I’d have to reinstall it over the Internet, assuming it’s still up there somewhere on an Apple server.
As much as I did not enjoy the Omarchy Experience, at least it worked out of the box. The second time.
(I don’t want her to punish these devs; Naughty Cosplay Teacher is here to punish me…)
Good news: a proprietary driver for Macbook wifi is available on the install media.
Bad news: you have to install it by hand, and it’s incompatible with
the current kernel, so the automatic “install latest packages” blows
chunks at the end. Because that’s not really the correct driver,
even though it’s part of the official distribution and works just
fine. The most-recommended solution involves tethering the Macbook to
your phone via Bluetooth and using apt to install the wireless
drivers, which doesn’t work because Bluetooth is on the same
unsupported chipset and incompatible driver, and that’s half an hour I
won’t get back.
No, what you want is a USB ethernet dongle at install time, as above. The update process will semi-automagically install a Mac-specific version of the Broadcom wireless drivers.
There is no technical reason for these elaborate workarounds; it’s just an ideological purity test.
I’ll let Mint bake for a few days. I don’t actually need this laptop for anything right now, and I’m going to be busy driving my sister around the rest of this week.
Oh, and to no great surprise, sleep doesn’t work properly. It sleeps, but it’s not recognizing all the devices when it wakes. The recommended fix is to diddle the config files so it just turns off the display when you close the lid, and just shut it down when you won’t be using it for a while. This is not a Bad Distro thing, just one of those tiny little problems with desktop Linux that they’ve spent 20+ years trying to fix without success. The recommended fix is to buy a different laptop.

I mostly use GenAI to make pictures of pretty girls, which works out pretty well for computer background screens where I can just quickly throw away any with anatomy fails or that otherwise don’t appeal to me.
In order to increase diversity beyond what my large set of dynamic
wildcards do, I’ve been doing a lot of targeted LLM enhancements. Some
models do better at this than others, and recently I’ve been getting
some really nice diversity in the background settings (gallery post
coming soon). Tonight I decided to revisit OpenAI’s offline model
gpt-oss-20b, and about 3% of the requests were refused with some
variation of “I’m sorry, but I can’t comply with that request”.
The request was simply to enhance a prompt, and the prompt consisted of a completely-safe-for-work description of a sexy woman, with randomly generated height, single-word looks, ethnicity, adult age, single-word figure, eyes, ears, nose, chin, jaw, cheeks, forehead, face shape, and makeup; not a single word about boobs, butt, etc. Still, 3% of the time, the mere presence of the word “sexy” triggered a flat refusal. It wasn’t even described in detail in the prompt or system prompt; just including that word sent the AI to the fainting couch.
This is why we can’t have nice things. Oh, well, back to the hacked models!
(related, models are a lot less likely to go into an endless loop if
you start the prompt with /no_think; it’s not a universal standard,
but many models are based on one that recognizes it, and it turns out
that navel-gazing “reasoning” is a very common flaw in LLMs. This
happens even in public models, where they get caught up in a loop
endlessly questioning the same points over and over; this is why I’ve
stopped asking for things like “50 unique Christmas scenes” and just
started asking for one scene 50 times)