NakedMoleRatScientist

(require 'wc-mode)

(defun wc-hook ()
  (wc-mode 1))


(add-hook 'wc-mode #'markdown-mode)

NakedMoleRatScientist

05/29/2020:

Auto-home attempt #1

• Z-axis movement works
• X-axis - moved to the right but not left
• Y-axis - the bed moved back.

Diagnosis: motor wired wrong?

• Motor wires disconnected and assembled.

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get_id = function(data)
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  var match_string = /id:/;
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tagging = {
  filepath: "./misc/tag_map.json",
  tags: null,
  initialize: function ()
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    var content = fs.readFileSync(this.filepath,"utf8");
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{
  "title" : "Study Qi - _choice_here_",
  "description" : "Thanks to the monks' study of Qi, they found a means of salvation for the colony. Surely, further study will unlock more secrets of this magic.",    
  "choices" : ["medicine","random"],
  "effects" : {
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      "mysticism" : {"cost" : 1, "mode" : "temp"},
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extern crate piston_window;
extern crate piston;
use piston_window::*;
use piston::input::*;
use piston::event_loop::*;

fn main() {
    let mut window: PistonWindow = WindowSettings::new("Hello Piston!", [640, 480]).exit_on_esc(true).build().unwrap();;
    while let Some(e) = window.next() {
       window.draw_2d(&e, |_c, g| {

NakedMoleRatScientist

In the living room was a small scale calculation machine, owned by a mathematican who delighted in showing to guests, with the latest one being a novelist friend.

However, a naval officer knocked in the midst of his explanation to said guest.

"It's about the engine. I have unfortunate news," the officer said after the resident answered the door.

"Get on with it," the mathematican ordered.

"The Naval Research Board has decided to cancel further funding."

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Skirts? They wear skirts? It was the first thought that come to O'Neill's mind. Especially since they wear skirts over their pants. Not exactly what he was expecting from the other new kid on the block. While SGC and SG-1 was busy sowing chaos and infighting in the fracturing Goa'uld empire, there was another teams of explorers quietly ingratiating themselves with alien powers on the galactic stage. Somehow, that went from Lyia of the Nox to Thor himself. Specifically, Thor said that this polity is very interested in an alliance, and is very close to Earth's technological level. Hammond could not approve the mission fast enough.

Observing further, the trigger fingers were off their M-16 look alike. They were alert, but not too overly twitchy. If there's one thing that O'Neill want to see from his adventures, it was less unfriendly aliens, whether humans or not, trying to torture or kill O'Neill and his team.

"Hi, we are SG-1," Doctor Daniel Jackson said. "Representing the United States of America, one

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Centuries later

Bodies of horse and men were scattered across the battlefield, flags flying in the winds. The day began with the ferority of thunder and ended in the howl of the winds and the flow of blood. What was once hundred of thousands participants were reduced to mere thousands of survivors.

"So, this is it," Cyncynnatys said, looking at the king that was beheaded by one of his men. He didn't know who did the honor of killing of him, not whether he was a commonborn or of noble birth, dead or alive. With the exception of the person's name, ultimately he cared not. The social status of a person was less important than the deed. He will make sure to commemorate the unknown soldier later.

The Ymaryn came close to annihilation, but the horde was finally stopped.

He turned back to his men. "This isn't over. Rest, because tomorrow we will march. The eastern cities never turned their backs on us, but they paid a heavy price for their loyalty. We will search for survivors."

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It was a non-distinct office building in a non-distinct meeting room, yet it was also the office of the Dual-Monarchy intelligence service, or at least that is what they said where to go if you have important information to report.

"I am telling you! It must be the sketch gentleman!" the pawnshop owner insisted. The suit-wearing officer distinctly didn't look impressed. The businessman could feel the eye-rolling.

"So, you believed that a strange man sold you tokens and objects that happened to resemble what you saw in those movies," the intelligent officier said. "And you believe that gentleman is somehow responsible for the movie?" The agent made the cursory effort of skimming over a few photos of the merchandises purchased by the shopkeeper.

"Yes! It happened months ago."

"I failed to see the relevance to the Dual-Monarchy Intelligence Service."