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[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 3 hours ago

The forum seems to be holding up better this time, but it's still getting flooded.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 14 hours ago

Definitely let me know if this is off topic and I should shut up or whatever, I just figured there would be some overlap and people would want to know. Anyway, the site is above 2000 concurrent users as of 7 PM CDT.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 15 hours ago

Yup. It's definitely happening again.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 15 hours ago

Seems like another attack may be underway.

 

The attack started between 05:35 and 05:40 CDT yesterday, when the user count jumped from 387 to 909. The attack lasted until around 16:05 CDT (4 PM), when the user count dropped from 787 to 53. For the duration of the attack the user count hovered around 2000, with a maximum of 2591 users at 08:35.

When the attack concluded, I and others were unable to log in, getting a password incorrect error. I received no email notifications after being PMed, and attempts to create new accounts resulted in a blank screen. Some users were still logged in and able to post, but attempts to change passwords were unsuccessful.

The site is back up, but I'd update your passwords.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago

Does fldigi do SSTV now or am I not getting the joke?

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submitted 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago) by early_riser@lemmy.radio to c/worldbuilding@lemmy.world
 

Hopefully nobody minds my spamming. Here's another story. As with the last one, alien speech is indicated with Italian quotes («»).

EDIT: classic typo in the title. Thankfully Lemmy lets you update post titles, unlike Reddit.

spoilerFr. Shaheen took a drag of his cigarrette as he stared up at the night sky. A few stars were just bright enough to shine through the gray haze cast by the town street lights.

Just at the edge of the trailer's porch light sat an old foundation where a sizeable rectory once stood. It had been far too large for a single resident, so he had it torn down and was now living in a much more modest mobile home. At one point a youth center was planned to take its place, but the number of heads devoid of gray hairs that could be found in the pews of Our Lady of the Cedars could be counted on both hands.

Rare was the night where the priest couldn't be found puffing away in front of his trailer. Restful nights were few and far between. Maybe his smoking habit was to blame. His new housemate did comment frequently on his snoring, loud enough to be heard from the other end of the house.

That new housemate was awkwardly lying on the bench across from him, a haphazard jumble of limbs. He was covered wet nose to prehensile tail in black and white fur. He broke the silence with a cough. "Why you cleric breathe that smoke stick?" came a tinny robotic voice from somewhere in the tangle of legs. "That smoke make cough. Smell bad bad." While the little quadruped's English was improving by the day. The intonation was off, with stressed syllables appearing everywhere but where they should.

"We all have our vices," sighed Fr. Shaheen. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"You cleric friend, ask ask."

"Why'd Iris insist on you staying with me?"

After a long pause, "She iris think you human maybe follow Light more good than us yinrih. Maybe again you cleric make me friend believe."

"I think Dr. Staples has been giving you guys the wrong idea about humanity."

"He doctor show us how strong human, how fast human. Show us beautiful arts. Show us human help other and not think self."

"Yeah, that's what we aspire to be," grunted Fr. Shaheen as he rose to his feet.

"Where you cleric go?" asked the creature as he oozed down from the bench and planted his hexadactyl paws on the wooden porch.

"Come on. We're going to get more cancer sticks." The priest walked to a dust-caked pickup truck parked next to the trailer. After a deep bowing stretch the alien trotted behind him.

"Turn off that synthesizer," said the priest as he turned the ignition. "I need to work on my Commonthroat comprehension."

The alien complied, slipping the small chording keyer from his wrist and placing it in a pocketed band around his right foreleg. His real voice came in quiet melodic whines and growls, as though a dog were trying to speak Mandarin in its sleep. The priest had to strain to discern the subtle shifts in volume that were just as meaningful as the underlying sound.

«When are you going to give me a human name?» the alien grunted.

"Eh? Don't you have a perfectly good Commonthroat name? ring...light, isn't it? So like moonlight, but from a ring around your home planet?"

«Yeah, but I want a name humans can pronounce.»

"What's wrong with translating your name as is?"

«This planet doesn't have a ring, and none of you humans have been on a planet that does. I feel like the name falls flat. I want my name to mean something to those around me, not just to the five other yinrih who are with me.»

After a long pause, "Back there before we left, you said you didn't believe anymore."

The alien hesitated, then tilted his muzzle up, a rough equivalent to an affirmative nod. «I was a devout pup. I went to liturgies daily, poured over hagiographies, could quote scripture as easy as breathing. Faith helped me back then. I was...am--» The next few words were lost on the priest.

"Maybe rephrase that last part, Those are some new words for me."

«Well... I'm not sure if you humans experience this, but some of us have something wrong in our brains, a condition that keeps us from feeling happy. I have that condition.»

"Depression," said the priest. "We've got that over here alright. I struggle with depression, too. A lot of humans do. My faith keeps me afloat. Sounds like it helped you, too. But what happened?"

«I always needed something solid I could stand on, something tangible that vindicated my faith. Through my puppyhood I thought I had that something, but I turned out to be wrong.»

"What was that something?"

«Persistence,» said the alien. «For a hundred thousand years the Bright Way persisted. It survived threats from without and from within. It managed to survive so long despite the often profound stupidity of its leaders. I thought only a divine mandate could keep such a mess from foundering.»

"And...?"

«It was a lot of little things. I noticed other Wayfarers could be just as rude and hateful as anyone else, and that made me wonder if the Bright Way is no better than any other group of people, is it really special? Surely the organization that claims to be the bastion of truth and virtue should be BETTER, right? Not just not any worse.

«But the tipping point was when the High Hearthkeeper tried to shutter the missionaries, the whole purpose for the Bright Way's existence, you know? 'Go, dearest little ones, spread your light to the stars, and ye shall become brighter yourselves.' That's the Great Commandment. That's our most sacred precept, that we're not alone in the universe, that we should seek out the Light's other creatures among the stars. So what? We're just going to abandon it now? Than what are we? What is our reason for being?

«That's when it hit me. If our own leader doesn't care, why should I?»

"You sacrificed a lot. It took you 250 years to get here, and it'll be at least that long before you see others of your kind again. If you think this mission from God, this Great Commandment, of yours is just a fairy tale, than why bother?"

«As for me,» said the alien, «I'm not a very gregarious person. The other missionaries with me, they're all I've got. If I didn't go with them I'd likely never see them again.»

"But still... dropping everything knowing you may never return, that's a heavy choice to make, friends or not."

«Well, you can blame Iris for twisting my ear. She said if I were right, and this is all nonsense, I will have lost nothing by coming with them. It's not like we age while in suspension, and it wasn't like I was pulling up roots by leaving home. But if the Bright Way is right, I will have gained everything by obeying the Great Commandment, so--» He quickly flicked his ears back in a cynoid shrug.

The priest was beaming.

«You're showing your teeth. Is something wrong?»

"Pascal!" the priest proclaimed. "That's your human name!"

«I don't follow.»

"Blaise Pascal, he lived 400 years ago. Most people today know him as a scientist, I'm pretty sure there's a unit of measure named after him, but he also talked a lot about faith. Pascal's wager. What Iris told you. We call that Pascal's wager. Lose nothing or gain everything."

Pascal looked out the window as the pickup pulled into a sprawling parking lot. At its center was an equally sprawling monolithic building.

«So why'd you bring me here, other than to get more of your foul-smelling smoking sticks?»

"I told you what Dr. Staples showed you was what we humans want to be. That's all well and good, but you also need to know what we are." The priest got out of the pickup and Pascal followed.

"You're definitely going to need that synthesizer."

Pascal positioned the keyer in his left forepaw, then looked up at the large illuminated sign above the entrance and attempted to sound out the letters.

"W A L M A R T"

To be continued.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago

Depending on how big the island is, and how the gas is stored, I don't think it would drop like a rock, I think it would slowly drift down as gas escapes. This reminds me of Laputa from Gulliver's Travels. Perhaps residents could weaponize the islands by selectively reducing buoyancy to crush cities below.

I have a setup involving floating cities in the upper atmosphere of a gas giant, but instead of using a lifting gas they use Flanar pontoons.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago* (last edited 1 week ago)

Where possible I use an Anglish (YouTube Link) translation convention for alien words since their languages are unutterable by humans (and vice versa). As for how they sound, imagine the quiet yipping and growling made by a dreaming dog. The word in the OP is Romanized (if you can call it that) as GJbfrMr, and is pronounced /long rising weak growl, short rising strengthening whine, chuff, long low strong grunt, chuff/. The root word is the verb GJ meaning to work or to make and the suffix -bfr, which forms nouns from verbs or adjectives with a meaning of a software program or digital service described by the root. -Mr is an 3rd person proximal noun suffix roughly meaning "this..." or "this is a..."

I post my worldbuilding stuff mostly on the CBB conlanging forum, and there's a comprehensive grammar for Commonthroat--the most widely spoken alien language--on FrathWiki. Sometimes I put stuff on a worldbuilding community here on lemmy !worldbuilding@lemmy.world.

*edit: got my own grammar wrong.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago (2 children)

Thanks! Here are a few more samples:

Part of the livery of a particular spacecraft, spelling out the craft's name, Dewfall.

The word for 'Mech hangar' (Every sci-fi setting needs some big ol' stompy walking war crimes).

Another attempt at a glowing CRT aesthetic. This is the name of the worldbuilding project as a whole "The Lonely Galaxy".

And here's what the writing system looks like when hand-written. The word is "egg eater", which is a very vulgar insult among these oviparous aliens. The aesthetic of the script leans toward the Brahmic writing systems of South and Southeast Asia.

 

Some examples are linguistically universal across yinrih languages. All languages colexify various anatomical words related to limbs and extremities thanks to the yinrih being quadrupeds with highly prehensile feet. Their forepaws do just as much walking as their rear paws, and their rear paws do just as much grasping as their forepaws.

Some examples from Commonthroat:

Commonthroat Colexified terms proper English term
rnqg hand, foot paw
png finger, toe digit
kgqg palm, sole palm
rfg knee, elbow joint
sNLrg arm, leg leg

To refer to human body parts, yinrih have to qualify these terms with words like rfbr to walk and CDq to hold, such as rnqCDqg holding paws for hands and rnqrfbrg walking paws for feet.

Yinrih also make distinctions where most human languages do not, such as having distinct words for muzzle (PMqg) and rhinarium, the wet tip of the nose (sPlqg). They also distinguish between the act of lapping (qdBq, meaning to draw liquid into the mouth by submerging the tip of the tongue and drawing it out again in a spoon-shape) and licking (NLr, meaning to drag the body of the tongue across a surface). Since kits lick (NLr) milk from their dams' paws, the word licker (NLrmg) means much the same thing as English sucker, a gullible or unfortunate person.

Like human languages, Commonthroat anatomical terms are used to derive many other words, but they may be used in very different ways thanks to the yinrih's body plan.

Commonthroat Literal English Actual Meaning
Frkbfq back-ward upward, skyward
sPlqbfq nose-ward forward, ahead
slPqbfq tail-ward backward, behind

Because yinrih rely heavily on pheromones to communicate mood, the word for to smell like (rMP) also means to feel (an emotion).

Yinrih do not have concepts such as marriage or extended family, so they lack words for husband or wife, grandfather or grandmother, and aunt or uncle. A single word (scscg) refers to any adult associated with one's family but isn't one of one's sires or dams. And in yinrih cultures where single parents take charge of specific pups throughout their upbringing, the word scscg can even refer to one's other sires and dams who are not involved directly in one's upbringing. scscg also fills in for most of the human kinship terms mentioned above, and may also refer to older cousins.

As simple as yinrih kinship is, those kin relationships that are recognized are extremely strong. Parent-child and sibling-sibling relationships may require special pronominal forms in some languages. Outlander is the most well-known to use such a system. Second- and third-person pronouns have unique transactional, amicable, and familial forms. Note, however, that these forms indicate reciprocal relationships. Using familial forms with someone doesn't just mean "I think of you as family" but also "I expect you to treat me like family". It is considered rude or even vulgar to address someone with a more familiar pronoun, as it is seen as burdening them with unwelcome obligations or implying a level of closeness that hasn't yet been earned.

Complicating matters are that more pious dialects of Outlander use amicable forms to refer to humans when transactional forms would be used with other yinrih in the same situation.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

Tattoos aren't a thing since most of the population is covered nose to tail in fur. Perfumes are the primary means of personal adornment. The only visual decorations are designs painted or scored onto the writing claw (done by both men and women) and tail rings, which are usually cloth sleeves worn around the tail rather than rigid metal loops.

The anti-baldness laws aren't heavily enforced, and even when they are, it involves preventing the balding drugs from being leaked to the public rather than punishing possession and use. Perfumes are a more salient way to communicate status and rank anyway, and healers supplement their baldness with specific scents.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago (2 children)

They also didn't always have germ theory, so they weren't always aware they needed to take these precautions.

I've backed myself into a corner somewhat regarding commercial cooking. In theory deliberate baldness would also be prevalent among cooks since they also have to meet sanitation requirements, but I've made baldness such a distinct indicator of the medical profession that in some jurisdictions it's illegal to shed one's fur as it's considered impersonating a healer [^1].

For now cooks use bunny suits or glove boxes, though the use of a mobile assistant who carries tools on the back as described above is also common in kitchens. There's even a Commonthroat word for the job qgkNPqg that carries secondary meanings of someone who is made to do someone else's dirty work.

[^1]: This becomes a problem after a fad for emulating human hairlessness arises after First Contact. These so-called "skinnies" would steal the balding drugs used by healers to achieve the desired look.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 2 points 1 week ago

Yes, very much so.

[–] early_riser@lemmy.radio 1 points 1 week ago (1 children)

I've never heard of a sport where you can lose points, but I'm also not a sports guy.

 

Micro mechs[^1] started out as medical tools, but their tiny size quickly proved useful in espionage, as they allowed spies to be literal flies on the wall. From there they found their way into the criminal underworld as a favorite tool of pickpockets. Pilots could hop into a victim's wallet[^2] and copy ID or bank card numbers, then slip out undetected, possibly with a valuable trinket or two in paw.

Counter intelligence and law enforcement agencies had to develop strategies to detect, chase, and catch these lilliputian saboteurs. These hunting methods soon grew popular as sports, to the point that most micro mechs manufactured at the time of First Contact are built for recreational use rather than as medical tools. Pickpockets now favor sport mechs rather than those built for use by healers because the sport models are both far less expensive and are designed for speed and maneuverability rather than for safe operation in the delicate environment of a patient's body.

Sport micro mechs are built cheaply as they are designed to be disposable. Each manufacturer has their own proprietary control system--paw gauntlets and tail sheath for input, and a HUD visor for output, and each make and model has its ardent defenders and bitter detractors.

The most popular micro mech sport at the time of First Contact is a hunting game where one or more mechs compete to touch the nose of a participant on foot, who in tern is trying to chase down and smash the mechs. From an external perspective it looks like someone trying to chase down and squash a troublesome insect, so most people watch vid feeds from the mechs. From their perspective it's a Dark Souls style giant boss battle. Since the mechs are piloted remotely the only risk is to the "boss", who has to do a lot of leaping and brachiating. Humans refer to the sport as EXTREME snoot booping (caps and bold text mandatory).

Conventional mechs that are piloted internally are also used in fighting competitions similar to the arena from Armored Core.

[^1]: Commonthroat distinguishes between mechs piloted remotely and those piloted internally. The former are rLMg /chuff, long low strengthening grunt, short low weak growl/ literally mimic, shadow, or avatar and the latter are rGHg /chuff, long low strengthening growl, short low weak growl/ meaning heavy armor. Their pilots are in tern referred to as rLMqg /chuff, long low strengthening grunt, huff, short low weak growl/ and rGHqg /chuff, long low strengthening growl, huff, short low weak growl/. [^2]: A pocketed band worn around the right foreleg.

 

How would a race of quadrupedal sophonts approach the task of keeping their paws clean in places like hospitals and kitchens?

The yinrih use remotely operated micro mechs[^1] or stationary medical robots for most procedures, meaning the healer doesn't have to worry about her[^2] paws touching the patient.

In situations where such equipment is not available, the healer has a few options. The most straightforward is to avoid moving while working on a patient, making sure that any tools are within reach. The healer may stand on a moving platform that can be driven by tail-actuated controls. In want of even this, a healer will employ an assistant to fetch tools for her. The assistant will carry tools in the tail (which is sheathed much like a hand in a glove) or rest the tools on a back-mounted tray.

Paw washing is done in shallow washing pools. Front feet, back feet, and tail are washed. The palms and soles are scraped against a coarse mat to remove dirt from under the claws and from between the paw pads.

While not related directly to their quadrupedal stance, because yinrih have fur, healers take drugs to shed their coat, becoming completely bald save for the whiskers. Baldness is a sign of the medical profession, much like a human lab coat and stethoscope.

[^1]: zoomorphic drones that can range from cell-sized to the size of a small pill. They are swallowed by, or injected into, the patient to perform internal procedures without the use of incisions. The healer pilots the micro mech using a HUD visor, paw gauntlets, and a tail sheath. [^2]: As a rule, yinrih males may not become healers. Females may not become soldiers. "Men break, women fix" is the common saying about such matters.

 

UPDATE: I've shuttered the forum for the time being. I don't really have time to manage it, and I have no idea how to promote it. Oh well. I learned a lot about the admin side of forums though, so I don't consider it a waste of time.

If anyone is interested, I have a NodeBB instance at https://constructed.world/. For now email is not required to sign up.

NodeBB seems to be a spiritual successor to phpBB that aims to modernize the traditional forum experience while keeping the community atmosphere. It has many features that phpBB lacks, such as user mentions, a more modern user status indicator system, real-time chat, markdown formatting, and of course, it uses ActivityPub.

I think the more permanent discussion format of forums is a better fit for this hobby, personally.

Hopefully advertising another online conlanging/conworlding community isn't too crass, but I have no idea how else to let people know it's available.

 

Bought a bed in a box from ~~Dr. Evil~~ Amazon. It's been expanding for about a day now. How long before I can sleep on it? Do I really even have to wait? I remember hearing you have to let it expand all the way.

 

Flat worlds, toroidal planets, cube planets, etc.

My longest-lasting conworld existed on the inner surface of a sphere with a light source at the center. I briefly considered having Yih (the homeworld of the yinrih) be a toroidal planet, but thought it was too out there and decided to give it a ring instead.

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submitted 3 weeks ago* (last edited 3 weeks ago) by early_riser@lemmy.radio to c/amateur_radio@lemmy.radio
 

It seems my interest in ham radio was the result of ADHD hyperfixation that ended after a few years. I primarily played with CW and digital on HF, and satellites on VHF+. My interest petered out some time in 2023, and I want to get back in but can't find something that both captures my interest and doesn't require more purchases.

 

Here's a list of communities related to conlanging (the art of creating languages) and conworlding (worldbuilding for its own sake rather than for a book or game.) These communities are fairly quiet, since these hobbies are quite niche, but I thought I'd put this out there.

 

Maybe this is more of a home lab question, but I'm utterly clueless regarding PKI and HTTPS certs, despite taking more than one class that goes into some detail about how the system works. I've tried finding guides on how to set up your own CA, but my eyes glaze over after the third or fourth certificate you have to generate.

Anyway, I know you need a public DNS record for HTTPS to work, and it struck me recently that I do in fact own a domain name that I currently use as my DNS suffix on my LAN. Is there a way I can get Let's Encrypt to dole out a wildcard certificate I can use on the hosts in my LAN so I don't have to fiddle with every machine that uses every service I'm hosting? If so, is there a guide for the brain dead one could point me to? Maybe doing this will help me grock the whole PKI thing.

UPDATE:

Here's what I ended up doing:

  1. set up cloudflare as the DNS provider for my domain
  2. use certbot plus the cloudflare DNS plugin to create a wildcard cert. Because I want to use wildcard certs and because the web servers are on a NATed private LAN, HTTP-01 challenge cannot be used. Wildcard certs use a DNS challenge. From what I understand of the certbot docs, the HTTP challenge makes a certain HTTP resource available on the web server, then requests that resource, presumably via an external client, to verify that you own the domain. the DNS challenge works by temporarily placing a TXT record in your DNS server. This method requires your DNS provider to have an accessible API that allows the modification of resource records.
  3. Once the cert and key are generated, I place them on the servers I want to to make use of them and set up the web server accordingly.
  4. Visit the websites and confirm that HTTPS works.

There are some other hiccups that I'm guessing aren't related to HTTPS. Per My earlier question about self hosting, I'm experimenting with NodeBB. I cannot get the two test instances to federate, which I initially assumed was an issue with HTTPS. That's a question best asked elsewhere, though I thought it relevant to note because it was my initial purpose for setting up HTTPS.

 

Humans are members of the great ape family, and apes are a specific type of monkey, making our hands literal monkey paws.

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