Installing Eve on Manjaro

Installing Eve on Manjaro

Tuesday, Mar 30, 2021

Listening To: Collate - Medicine b/w Genesis Fatigue

More a crib note than a guide:

Ensure “wine” and “winetricks” are installed via GUI or command line. During all the below winetricks kept notifying about 64 bit. Ignore. Annoying.

Follow the DXVK WINE install section on the archwiki (https://wiki.archlinux.org/index.php/Wine#DXVK). I used this following string to set up the default prefix:

WINEPREFIX="/home/christopher/.wine" setup_dxvk install

I’ve always installed corefonts and Visual C DLL’s via winetricks. GUI or:

winetricks corefonts vcrun2005 vcrun2008 vcrun2010

Download the latest EVE installer and install via shell or winetricks. The latter created desktop launch icons for me.

wine EveLauncher-blahblahblah.exe

Follow along with eve’s wizard and you SHOULD be good to go.

A final tip: configure Timeshift to run often and add an entry to back up the Eve Launcher directory (Timeshift will exclude home directory content by default). That way if there are issues with an Eve Launcher or Manjaro update you can easily roll back and get playing while you check the forums and figure out the problem. I run once an hour/day/week/month to a second data drive in the system. Boot, hit ctrl-alt-F2 (kick GUI and back to shell) and run…

sudo timeshift --restore

…to start the process.

further reading:

https://wiki.archlinux.org/index.php/User:Mcnster/EVE_Online

https://wiki.archlinux.org/index.php/Wine

https://kevandrews.uk/eve-online-arch-linux

Footprint:

Operating System: Manjaro Linux KDE Plasma Version: 5.18.5 KDE Frameworks Version: 5.69.0 Qt Version: 5.14.2 Kernel Version: 5.6.11-1-MANJARO OS Type: 64-bit Processors: 8 × Intel® Core™ i7-2600K CPU @ 3.40GHz Memory: 15.6 GiB of RAM Video: Nvidia Geforce GTX 970, driver 440.82

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The Party of Science Denial

The Party of Science Denial

Sunday, Mar 21, 2021

Listening To: Dishpit - Dipshit
Photo: A trip to Bowen Island to visit friends (when that was a thing)

Canada’s main opposition party members reject proposal to recognize climate change as real

That’s right. Made headlines around the world yesterday. In this day and age, despite nearly unanimous consensus in the scientific community.

And it’s not because many of them don’t believe in science, it’s because the population doesn’t. That’s doesn’t pay attention, doesn’t care, doesn’t want to think about it. You can fill in the rest.

This is the the political party which garnered the most votes in the last election (but because of mechanics, didn’t “win”).

This is the party “most” Canadians favour.

Canadians are shitty people. Sure, it’s a generalisation, but drive in Vancouver’s rush hour traffic and see if you don’t agree. And don’t wave to the electric car drivers. They’ll only save the world if they run on renewable energy. They don’t., better to buy something used and drive less.

https://extinction.fyi/

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10 Degrees Centigrade

10 Degrees Centigrade

Monday, Mar 8, 2021

Listening To: Muncie Girls - From Caplan to Belsize
Photo: A Civia Halsted fitted with a open topped dog crate

It’s a warm summer afternoon today. A seasonal tipping point. And time to do something about it.

This year has been a bit different as many of us have become accustomed to driving. Normally it would be biking on good days and the bus during the cold and wet winter weather we have locally. But, despite the “masks mandatory” signs on the local transit, every one I’ve tried has a few to half a dozen no-maskers aboard. Fuck that. It’s not that I’m a weather wuss (and indeed used to bike year round) but hauling Stanley’s ass about has changed that up. I had two spectacular wipe-outs on black ice with him aboard and while we were both (eventually) OK, it’s taught me to be more cautious.

The cargo bike pictured was built to transport Stanley and I between cities (Vancouver to New Westminster) when I commuted to a film lot there. A couple of big hills were too much to ride a heavy bike up manually so the electrics were installed. It wasn’t a low-end job, at thirty three percent assist I could apparently make it a hundred kilometres. It’s my summer transport of choice, and that starts about now. Just needs a bit of regular maintenance and a wipe-down. If doofus isn’t coming along, there is a road bike presently hung on the wall. I don’t love it, truth be told. The Brodie Romulus had a cool name and does work well but my body has never loved the “swoopy” handlebar setup. Crap, they’re expensive now (I paid less than half MSRP), Perhaps trading across for a something with a more upright posture may be in order.

There are some restrictions to biking in general, Vancouver is a high-crime city which features a significant amount of bike theft, no matter how you secure them. Luckily our studio communal space is empty now so I can store it and go about my business. Otherwise it’s a lovely ride down to the waterfront and along it even all the way out to “Spanish Banks”, which is on a peninsula by the local university. There’s a dog beach that has shade and lets Stanley dig holes to his little heart’s content.

Just walked to the grocery store in shorts and a T-shirt. Awesome.

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Blithering Idocy

Blithering Idocy

Friday, Feb 26, 2021

Listening To: Miss Grit - Talk Talk

It is funny how life runs in cycles. Or not so funny in this case.

When I was a teen, I had difficulty speaking to people I was attracted to. As the years flew by it just became uncomfortable at first, and was over with quickly. Then the issue diminished to an occasional minor inconvenience (learning to breathe properly helped).

Perhaps it’s the pandemic stress, but it’s back again. Not that I can’t speak, I have no problems actually creating words, but instead of a witty wisecrack or something urbane:

I heave up total garbage. It just spills out of my mouth. The slightest bit of anxiety and I become a blithering idiot.

Which has proved rather inconvenient of late. There is somebody I see a few times a week who qualifies as “very attractive”. Not just in looks but in style and mannerisms. We had regular eye contact, a brief civilised conversation, then I went and fucked it all up. Nothing came out as it was in my head. Like my mouth was a separate entity operating with it’s own diabolical agenda.

I’ve looked it up: social anxiety disorder. Which I’m assuming is on some sort of spectrum because none of the other symptoms apply. There is some sort of saying akin to: “Inside every man, there is a 13 year old boy”. Hopefully that youth fucks off back into my subconscious sooner rather than later.

Stoopid Brain. No cookie!

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Party Like It's 1999

Party Like It's 1999

Friday, Feb 19, 2021

Listening To: Hacked Podcast - The Year Double Zero
Photo: “BOO”. Another one of my old medical fosters. I’ll write about her on day. And cry doing it.

Just listened to the Hacked podcast linked above. It’s about the Y2K bug. The issues with computers had when hitting the year “Double Zero” and the chaos it caused society.

Somewhere in the late 90’s I had cause to rent some office space, and found it in a place chock full of what could only be described as “grey beards”. Lovely bunch. They were a group of COBOL programmers who came out of retirement to fix some of the problems computer code had with… time. And make stupid amounts of money doing so. Sometime about 1997 governments and corporations around the world woke up and started throwing serious cash at the problem. The rent was cheap and the company good. Learned a lot from those folks.

Millennium New Year’s Eve itself was spent in Germany. The media had not been so “doom and gloom” about the issue and, frankly, I’m not sure your average German would care. I remember standing on a elevated railway crossing, beer in hand (no such prudish rules there) and watching a 360 degree panorama of fireworks being set off across the city. It was awesome.

Early the next day we headed out for a walk and found a dance band still playing in a city square at 8:00am. A few slow dancing couples still at it. I sat there nursing a hangover and watched bulldozers get to work as the number of bottles strewn about had made the roads impassible.

A very good start to the millennium.

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The End of the Random Snog

The End of the Random Snog

Monday, Feb 15, 2021

Listening To: Alien Boys - Night Danger (“Mother Chaos” is my fave)
Photo: Alien Boys play a boxing ring.

I’m not one for celebrating commercial holidays, but Valentine’s day was still still a bit rough.

Running into a lot of “science-unawareness” in my attempts to date in the midst of a pandemic.

Despite following all the guidelines and having no contact with any outside household for almost two months now (won’t lie, it’s been rough), I’ve actually been told twice I was thought to be “COVID unsafe”. Maybe it’s my appearance or demeanour, I haven’t got it sussed out.

On the bright side, I’m not up for a judgemental partner, so at least they are weeding themselves out. Right?

No choice but to continue. Spending the next four or five years (what, you think this is gonna be over in the fall?) single just isn’t an option.

ps. From The Guardian: No more drunken random snogging, perhaps ever.

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Snow Day

Snow Day

Saturday, Feb 13, 2021

Listening To: Liquids - Life is pain Idiot
Photo: Damn cat’s gotta photo-bomb everything.

Had a nice walk, took some pics. Hard to do when it’s overcast. Think a chair and lamp by this big window would be nice for reading.

No thanks world, not today.

Bonus Item: Pop music made on a warm summer day. In Spain: Russian Red - The Sun The Trees

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Sun Posers

Sun Posers

Sunday, Feb 7, 2021

Listening To: Supermoon - Playland
Photo: A Sunny Day Out With Stanley

Minus fourteen (Celsius) in the forecast. Spent the day hanging in the sun.

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Not The Whole Truth

Not The Whole Truth

Wednesday, Feb 3, 2021

Listening To: Sofia Portanet - Freier Geist (“Planet Mars” is perhaps my best find of 2021 so far).

Filed my first complaint against a major media organisation today. I won’t name them as the practice seems common and to their credit, they have now changed the article’s text to better reflect the present pandemic rules.

A number of published articles recently have included blanket statements such as:

British Columbia restrictions include a ban on gathering with anyone outside one’s household”.

This is not accurate.

If you read British Columbia’s Official Province-wide Restrictions document it states that this restriction applies to multi-person households. Single-person households have a limited exemption in that they are allowed to have up to two outside contacts (expand the “Core bubble” portion of the document linked above). There are also some exceptions for other cases.

Somewhere around four million Canadians over the age of 15 live alone and many either don’t work, or work from home these days. Expecting them all to completely isolate themselves 24/7 isn’t reasonable:

  • extended isolation has been shown to cause both physical and mental illness. (1) (2)
  • one may need to move for some reason. From escaping a abusive partner to being evicted or renovicted. (1) (2)
  • nobody knows when this will end. (1) (2)

The risk from a single person household who is obeying the pandemic rules can be very low. For instance: I generally work and live alone and only frequent businesses respecting the rules (grocery shopping off-peak, only buying take-out, wearing a mask outdoors when near others etc.).

Note that going for a “safe walk” is also within the current rules.

If you can, please get outside! Stanley could always use another sunny day walking buddy. Get in touch (top left site button) if you’re in need. Reach out to somebody if you’re struggling.

I have.

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Thursday, Jan 28, 2021

Photo: “Neither Mine Nor Yours, 9- view 2” by Michelle Dickson - (Website) (Instagram) Used with permission of the creator.
Listening to: Video Killed the Radio Star - Bruce Woolley & the Camera Club

A Guardian article ‘They said I wasn’t hot enough’: Carey Mulligan hits out again at magazine review just pissed me off (again) about the media’s attempts to control what or who we find attractive.

As a society we should grow up and recognise that everybody has different tastes and stop “listening to the voices”. Personally I find “character” attractive. What kind? Who knows, until it smacks one upside the head. Imagining what it’s like to talk to someone seems far more relevant than wondering how the masses will judge you with “that on your arm”. After all, there is only so long you can strut around in public, and a whole lot of time spent in private communicating with that person.

The same can go for media we consume. If you were casting a movie, would you want to pick actors that were right for the part or a generically attractive cast to please the broadest of fan bases (and the marketing department)? And I’ll admit here to indulging in a bit of reverse discrimination. If looking for a show to watch and the caption picture is filled with a (oft retouched) attractive ensemble cast, I’ll not read the description and move on. After all, if the casting is that generic, imagine what the script is like.

There have been a few interesting science articles about attraction in the past. From the chemical science behind lust, attraction and companionship to mid-20’s females are the most attractive to the broadest range of people or that if you average the faces of multiple people it turns out attractive. The age based bias seems obvious because of ingrained reproduction strategies, but the latter is interesting in that stereo-typically attractive people could be considered “generic”. And perhaps visually boring.

Or perhaps that’s just my own slant on things.

(edit: deleted personal content)

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