irritable hormones

Yesterday I banged pretty hard on a behavior-tree AI authoring tool developed by C’s lab. I wish I could have spent more time on the higher-level capabilities of the system, but an IDE without copy, paste, or comment syntax turns out to be excessively hard to use.

After lunch we went to Target for CO2 and vegan butter and came up empty on both, though we did get a pile of snacks and seltzer for me, and a set of wire shelving to start organizing the third floor closet. We hit geagle for the butter-like substance, did not find any maseca but did find an interesting aged Mexican cheese, and clementines. BB&B had the CO2, then home. I spent the afternoon finishing the long piped seam in the first couch seat.

I finished Gideon the Ninth. It gets pretty gory by the end but the characters treat it as sufficiently normal/instrumental that it’s possible to stay above it. A+++, would read again, would read more by this author.

Dinner, crossword, Voyager, snack, sleep. Dreamt of helping M with a tricky emulsified marinade, sleeping in a cozy loft, pine martens, my brother as a teenager, and putting away laundry between houses.