Not much going on today in the lab. Right now there’s not really much more I can do with the code until I get the results of some test runs that are going. Seeing as how the original run of Fgf took over five days to finish on a pretty beefy machine, I’m not holding my breath for it to finish anytime soon on the makeshift cluster of six halfway-decent machines. I would be shocked if it finished before I come in tomorrow morning.
If you haven’t already, be sure to read this talk Cory Doctorow of the EFF gave about DRM. It’s an interesting, insightful, and non-technical presentation on why DRM is a bad idea.
A week or so ago, fluffy talked about how great Battle Programmer Shirase is. Intrigued, I checked it out for myself.
If I wrote a little review of it, it might go a little something like this:
I will admit, you have been a worthy adversary. You’ve managed to foil my efforts to get this program to process you for over a week. Your voracious appetite for memory has forced me to go though the heart of the code, line by line, nulling out unneeded references so the garbage collector can do its job. You’ve exposed inherent flaws in my memory reclamation thread. And you’ve been sneaky about it, letting the program chug along for hours before bringing it to its knees, sending the computational servers into death throes as they used up the last few bytes of heap space.
But your days are numbered.
Reviews of two movies I’ve heard good things about that I finally got around to watching this weekend.
Yep, it’s one of those “here’s a bunch of random bits that don’t warrant their own posts” posts.
And by “bunch,” I mean “two and a third.”
1 GB of heap + 95% live data + frequent allocations = performance nightmare
Trust me on this.
Has anyone else noticed that lately, whenever you see a campaign commercial, there’s often a moment where the candidate says something like “I approved this message.”
Is it just me, or does this always sound incredibly wimpy?
I really, really wanted to name the pet Spooky Pirate Skeleton I just got in Kingdom of Loathing “The Late Captain Jeremiah “J.T.” Redbeard.” Alas, there’s a 20-character limit on names for familiars. *sigh*
The story of how a seemingly obvious assumption can cause a program’s behavior to spiral out of control.
In which our hero moves between apartments!
In which our hero moves between hard drives!
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