Fomorians In Their Own Words: Ms S.

I will not tell where I was born – let the fact that it was a surface village of the League be enough. As a citizen of the League, I sat through the endless classes on being a good citizen. We were taught that everyone must pull their weight in the League for the common good. To Leave No Feartollán Behind. I went to Mass like everyone else. I attended the Civil Defence training sessions, even as my parents struggled to pay the levies and tithes to support the militias. I planned to become a nurse.

None of it made the slightest difference. One of Connacht Trading’s security guardsmen accused me of being a thief and a Fomorian sympathiser, and everybody I knew turned a blind eye as he removed me from my home without a trial. Just like that.

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New secondary site: basic version ready

Well, after my first holiday to Dublin in a few years – almost three years to the day – I came down with Covid. After managing to dodge the dreaded lurgy for over two years, I finally got it. Yay.

I had got the secondary site uploaded before that, and managed to get it mostly working. So, you can find the backup on GitHub Pages here. There are some caveats:

  • I have only linked 3 stories so far
  • Mobile browsers won’t be able to view the full PDF in the browser, but you’ll be able to download then.
  • The styling doesn’t match between mobile or desktop browsers.

I could probably put Vue on my CV now, if I think frontend development might be worth going back to. I’m still not sure about that.

New side-project: new site written in Vue

Work has been sapping my will to do anything after hours due to the intense frustration of getting SNMP to just bloody work. SNMP stands for “Simple Network Management Protocol”, and it seems to be used for things like managing embedded systems or sending alerts when something goes wrong. The problem is that it’s based on top of UDP (User Datagram Protocol), which unlike TCP (Transmission Control Protocol, or what most applications like browsers or email clients are ultimately built upon), doesn’t attempt to be reliable. This means that, depending on the protocol version and what alert/notification type you send, there might not be any sign that it went wrong!

I never thought I’d say this, but I think I might prefer frontend development – making the parts of web apps that everyone can see and thus complain about the most if it isn’t “visually compelling” or “not pop enough” – if only because I can actually see when it goes wrong! So, to try and force myself to learn a JavaScript framework for my CV…I’m going to build a mirror site for Connacht Disaster Zone.

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Washing-up Wrangling

“Hey, Red!”

Diarmuid morosely looked up from the lukewarm sink that held two stained metal plates, and narrowed his eyes as he beheld the stocky younger boy with the fangs and green patches of skin next to the draining board. “What is it, Grady?”

“Me name’s Tomás. Nurse said you could use a hand.”

“I could. And mine’s Diarmuid. Not Red, or Red-Eyes, or freak…” he trailed off with an irritable sigh. Grady briefly exposed more of his fangs as his mouth silently worked, before he picked up a tea-towel and began to wipe the plate that lay on the draining board. For a few minutes, neither spoke as Diarmuid focussed on scrubbing the plates and tried to ignore the sidelong glances the other boy gave him. Eventually, he couldn’t take it any more.

“Go on…you want to say something, just get it out.”

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