Furry Monsters

It’s been a hectic couple of weeks, no time to do much of anything whilst getting acquainted with these two new additions to the household.

This is Nyx

and this is Nebula

They are both very affectionate, though Nebula is easily scared and Nyx has a jealousy problem. I am hoping that they will settle down as time passes. They get along essentially well enough, but the quirks of their personalities make it hard for a really happy integration. I was told by the shelter that they were a bonded pair, but I’m not at all convinced. I believe that they did come from the same previous owner, but that’s not quite the same thing.

Nyx has picked up cat flu (FHV) and got herself an eye infection going on, so I’m having to put drops in, a process she is not fond of, but accepts with enough stoicism that it’s easier for both of us, being sorted quickly.

Of course, here is a load of cat pics 🙂

Every which way is wrong

Okay. I am fed up. 

My hip is hurting. One might say it’s the wrong hip, but you know, I just don’t give a shit any more. I have a traditionally bad leg, but right now it’s the other one, with a pain in the hip, running down my leg to the knee.

Doesn’t much matter if I lay on it, or off it, or bent or straight, tonight I am laying in bed having big pain.

Annoyingly there is the possibility that tomorrow might be an important bee day, as we have to move the bees into the hive soon. Let’s hope it happens later in the week, as I don’t want to miss it. 

Distant Worlds 3305 – Community Goal 1

The Omega Mining Corporation has requested deliveries of raw materials for a new Orbis starport, to be built In the heart of the galaxy.The construction of the starport constitutes part of the ambitious Distant Worlds II expedition.
Project leader Erimus Kamzel told the media: “The Distant Worlds fleet is privileged to be at the forefront of this ambitious industrial and scientific initiative – humanity’s first starport in the Galactic Centre region.”
Independent miners are invited to deliver shipments of Indite, Gallite, Praseodymium and Cobalt to Omega Mining Operation in the Omega Sector VE-Q b5-15 system.

One of the “Big Deal” things about Elite: Dangerous is the way that the devs do tend to be pretty supportive of the player base.[1] In this case, although the expedition itself was a purely player driven initiative, they agreed to have a pair of community events, which would culminate in the building of a brand new starport right in the centre of the galaxy. Mining @ Omega Sector EL-Y d60 2 A RingHaving arrived at Omega Mining station, the first stage of this was to take place. We were sent to mine vast quantities of ore.  This presented a minor problem, as all our ships were outfitted for exploration, but luckily the foreman at Omega Mining had ordered in plenty of mining modules so the fleet could refit and set off with collector limpets (the little blue things flying around the ships) and mining lasers to collect the required materials.

Core Mining @ Omega Sector EL-Y d60 2 A Ring It was during this time that I learned how to do core mining. There is little more satisfying a thing than to see carefully laid charges detonate and explode an asteroid into smithereens. Especially as the more valuable minerals often lie inside such rocks. I’m not entirely sure it was, in fact, worth the trouble as finding the right kind of asteroid is a real pain in the arse and once you’ve found it, it’s quite easy to mess up the placing of the charges, either not enough or too much explosive and you end up with a pretty poor result. Still, those explosions are pretty.

Of course FDev entirely underestimated the amount the fleet would mine and had to extend the scope of the event in double quick short order to prevent the entire thing being completed in just a couple of hours. In the end, this event became pretty much the largest one in Elite history with so many dedicated Commanders funnelling goods into the mining station.

Space Jellyfish in Lagrange Cloud near Omega Sector DM-M b7-16 ADuring this week, we also went on a little side trip to observe some of the life forms in the area. I could overuse the word strange in this paragraph, so shall limit myself to the one use here – strange anemones on planets and in the Lagrange Clouds clusters of microbes forming into huge (and I mean bigger than my ship) geometric shapes. Of them all, perhaps the most bizarre was this free flying jellyfish creature. It was hard to get a decent picture of it as it moved so fast across the screen, but pleasing as it’s really the only life form I’ve seen which moves apparently under its own power, rather than being planted stationary onto the surface of a planet or just floating in space.

I hope you’ll enjoy this gallery of highlights from the week.

[1] From the whining on the forums, you might think otherwise, but anyway

A brief buzz about beekeeping

I’m tempted to write a lot about how I got to here, but it kind of seems a bit irrelevant. I hope future me will forgive present me if I don’t get into it. Rather than rant here, I ranted where the rant needed to be – which is a healthier choice – and the end result was everyone happy, including me, so when I come to look over this, I don’t need to relive it, beyond leaving this small note for future me. Anyone else reading this, must remember that whilst you are welcome to do so, mostly this blog is for me and sometimes what comes out of my brain is what hits the page, however confusing it may be – it’s meaningful to me.

So – moving on to the good stuff. I am happy be finally in the role of assistant bee master general for Lorney’s bees. I’m going to write more about this from time to time, but the current situation is that we have a nuc of extremely sweet and docile bees. Not sure about the queen – we believe we have one, on account of how well behaved the bees are, but no sign of her, or of brood as of yet. 

I’ve got a lot of video and am currently on a learning curve to try and learn some video editing software at which point I’ll be putting up on a youtube channel. I don’t know what the quality will be like, but I guess if I really get into it I’ll be needing a gopro or something.

WBC Hives ready for bees

WBC Hives ready for bees

We have the hives ready, but for now we’re leaving the colony in the nuc until we are a bit more sure about what they are up to and until they are bit more numerous. It was a small swarm and putting them into a big old hive right now might mean they can’t keep warm enough.

Oh… ok, here is a picture of some bees.

Bees at the nuc entrance

Bees at the nuc entrance

A distinct lack of hiss.

Off to BRI today to see the Audiologists. They are an interesting bunch. I rather like visiting them. They have their own little area on the far right hand end of the campus (as you look from the main entrance) and it always seems a bit more open and airy than other places. 

I visit them for my tinnitus. For this, they have given me hearing aids. You may think this is odd, as we are trying to control unwanted noise, not add more noise into the problem, but this is entirely the wrong way to think about it and this is why I find them interesting – their explanation of why this works is fascinating.

Once the nerves of the inner ear have noted the vibrations detected by the eardrum a lot happens. Much more than you might think. There isn’t a nice little link to a chunk of brain which directly interprets the sounds. Rather there is a whole chain of internal processing before the final result of analysis is given. Internal equalisers and other effects that work to enhance, clarify and otherwise filter the noise to help in the comprehension of the sounds. This part of the brain also learns and adapts, so that as your hearing changes, due to age or exposure to loud noise (in my case both[1]) or whatever, it can still do the best job possible of interpreting the sounds we hear. In my case, having lost (as is normal as we age) much of the hearing in the higher ranges, the “equaliser” in my brain is stuck with the sliders up to max for those frequencies. As a result, my tinnitus presents as a high pitched hiss, possibly I’m picking up a noise from inside my head, possibly it’s imaginary, but either way that’s what’s happening.

So, the hearing aids I have are tuned specifically to give me a boost in the ranges where my own hearing is deficient. This then has had the effect of retraining my internal equaliser to lower its own boost to those frequencies and so my tinnitus is much improved. It’s still there, but not constantly and less intrusively. I can enjoy moments of complete silence once again.

Last time I went, I had a tinnitus score of 45, this time I scored a 16. Anything less than 17 is considered as not worth treating, in effect, I am “cured”. So I won’t need to visit them again. One less doctor on my list. They will continue to supply spares and batteries for my hearing aids and we did discuss interesting possibilities for headsets with LOOP technology and such, so I might ask to see them again for that, but there’s no need to go back with continued monitoring.

It’s great to be able to say that I’ve got one less “illness” on my list, even though I can’t say it’s cured, I can say the treatment is non-invasive and non-drug and in my book that’s a victory.

[1] Rock on, but give me a comfy chair and a cup of tea afterwards

Distant Worlds 3305 – Leg 1 Pallaeni to Omega Nebula

“Stage 1: Laying the foundations for Galactic Core scientific studies, revisiting mysteries of the
past, and trailblazing the new age of discovery.

This will take the fleet from the bubble, out to the near edge of the Conflux where our first
mining-based community goal will take place. Once complete, we’ll continue to explore the
mysteries of the Conflux and visit some of the locations of lore.

We’ll be relatively close to some outposts so those new to long distance events will have ample
opportunity to regularly cash in their exploration data, stop for repairs, and have a chance to
refit or rethink their ships and loadouts before the expedition turns coreward and leaves all
remnants of human infrastructure far behind.”DW3305 Stage 1 MapThis leg began the trip. We had spent some time prior to the departure date running around the inhabited bubble of space, an area which now seems tiny, insignificant and as I am now writing this less than 10000LY from Beagle Point, a very long way away indeed. We needed to outfit the ship with the right modules for the trip and having done that, visit various engineers to get the modules upgraded for our build.

This presented an interesting conundrum. In order to get the most range we could, we wanted the lightest possible (meaning smallest possible) modules. This put us on the edge of what some of the modules (such as engines!) could manage, and the ship couldn’t actually take off with the stock module. Thus we were in the catch 22 situation of needing to get the parts engineered, so we could operate the ship, but needing to operate the ship to take the parts to the engineers. In the end this meant purchasing a lighter weight hull and fitting the stock modules to that. This meant we could at least get to the engineers and have the parts uprated. We could then transfer the uprated parts from the small ship back onto the Dragon’s Quest, which now could operate as we needed.

Thus came January 13th, perhaps not the best choice of date for anyone with triskedephobia, the fleet assembled in various oversubscribed instances ready for a grand countdown to start the trip. A destination system for the fleet’s first jump was agreed upon and we all, several thousand of us counted down the seconds to the start, warming up the jump engines and chatting excitedly as we watched the clock.  3… 2… 1…. JUMP!!!

And the thousands of Commanders hit their jump drives as one and as one, Frontier’s servers hiccuped, grumped and crashed under the pressure. We had, with our efforts, killed the servers. It’s interesting to note that this was just the first launch, the European contingent. Later launches (per timezones) for the American and Antipodean fleet did not manage to kill the servers. Amateurs.

This stage was totally training wheels. A jaunt from one part of occupied space to another. Whilst there aren’t quite so many ports here on the edge of the bubble, there’s really no shortage of places to stop if you do get into any kind of trouble need repairs. This leg was simply an exercise in covering some distance, getting to the asteroid base at Omega Mining Operation to participate in the first community goal and it was simple enough.

The heavy gravity at “The View” caught a lot of inexperienced pilots by surprise and a few ships got written off causing Commanders to need to restart their trips. My own technique for heavy gravity landings got some tweaks here too. In the end it was a popular location for the Fleet Mechanics arm, by now going by the moniker “Hull Seals” (in homage to the ever ready “Fuel Rats”) to offer repair services to those, who landed heavily enough to cause damage, but not so badly as to explode on impact.

We enjoyed a number of sights both weird and wonderful on this stage, some of which can be seen in the slideshow below. Thor’s eye stands out, quite beautiful as massive O-class star and a black hole. Some cartographers, including myself, consider it to have been misnamed – the Norse God who lost an eye was Odin (not Thor). We also found bark mounds, our first alien life form of the journey. Although we had encountered the barnacles and bases of the Thargoids, along with the ancient ruins of the long dead Guardians (two known sentient alien races), we had not seen any other alien life before and were terribly excited. Unfortunately, our excitement at finding life signs in this part of the galaxy soon waned, as we quickly grew tired of finding more and more colonies of bark mounds, to the exclusion of all else.

Initially we were travelling (more or less) with CMDR Fox McCloud, piloting the Krait MKII “Dark Zen Drifting”. Sadly as time went on, real life caught up with Fox and he had to drop out. Hopefully we’ll be able to fly together again soon.

Click on the below slideshow for larger pictures (and open those in a new tab for the full size originals).

Family Life Catchup

A thing I haven’t written about yet is what’s been happening with family over the past couple of years whilst I’ve not been blogging. People say you can’t choose your family. I don’t think that’s true. You can’t choose who you share your genes with, but you can choose who you love and who around you is important to you. So when I think of family it often includes some close and special friends. I’m quite blessed as far as that goes, having both blood relatives and friends I think of in those terms. Not everyone does, not everyone has good friends, not everyone gets along with their genetic family. I have both, but this post is specifically going to be about those with whom I share genes – their spouses may also get a mention, you get the idea.

I’ve drifted apart somewhat from Karen and it’s really a shame. Before I got really sick, I would keep in touch calling her on the way home from work every couple of weeks, but she never called me and still never does. The only time we speak is when I call her. I get cards on my birthday and so on, but it would be nice if she initiated contact once in a while. I realise she has her own family and what have you, but I’m still here, I’m terribly sick and a phone call once in a while isn’t much to ask. The opposite is true, of course, I could call her, but you know – I did, I called and I called and it was always me. I used to visit, then she went to Dubai, she did invite me there once, at short notice and I couldn’t do it, then never asked me again. I did visit again after she got back, but now I’m too sick to travel. To be fair, she did visit me a couple of times last year, but it’s ironic to note that I’ve seen Richard more recently. Sadly a time when I really needed her, she couldn’t be there for me. I’m over it, but it’s hard to forget that her recommendation for what I should do if there’s a next time is call Samaritans. I don’t know how to repair this yet, but I do want to, not that I would call on her if I was having a mental breakdown, but I do love her and miss her and I know that is reciprocated. I think I am just a bit too far down her list of priorities to get a look in.

Contrariwise, I’m in better touch with Dad than I have been for a long time since Mum passed away. I put this down to Maureen’s influence as much as anything. She is, I think, the correct person to fill the gap in Dad’s life – previous incumbents having failed in various ways to make the grade. It’s nice to be closer to the old man, we speak more often on the phone and I exchange email with Maureen from time to time. She has her own mental problems and it’s nice to share with someone who has a better understanding than those who have never experience the darker things the mind can throw at you. I hope I help too in a small way from time to time.

Uncle Robert. Bob. Well, here I am the one who should do better at keeping in touch. Especially now with Grandma gone, he’s living alone and not used to it. I’ve lived alone for a long time and struggle to share even when someone comes to visit for a week or two, but imagine that suddenly being alone is hard. I’m pleased that he is doing charity work and has mates in the RAF club and so on, but yes – I should do better and call him more.

Which then leads up to the newest additions to my little clan. Carly Jade, or CJ, as she is better known. This would be my half first cousin once removed, if you can get your head around that, being the grand-daughter of my uncle Tony, my Dad’s half brother.
CJ introduced herself to me, a couple of years ago[1] with a message on facebook where she said she thought she was my cousin and saying hello. Now normally I can’t be doing with random messages from folk on facebook, but I decided to verify the claim and we did indeed turn out to be related, so I didn’t blow her off like I might have otherwise done. We got to chatting and I discovered a troubled young lady with a lot of problems. She had personality issues and social problems. A semi homeless girl with an attitude to rules somewhere between ignorant and defiant. Though a lot of her problems were caused by factors beyond her control, certainly she wasn’t doing herself any favours and was in real danger of ending up back on the streets, hanging on by a thread to a hostel place. That’s the negative. The positive was beneath the surface, she genuinely had both a need to give, and to receive some love and this is where our relationship began. I don’t want to detail the sometimes rocky road that CJ has travelled since then. It’s not always been pretty and on occasion I’ve been really pissed off, her choices not always the most sensible. Still, I tried to give her some love and to be family for her, a thing that (and this makes me mad) her side of the family couldn’t or wouldn’t do. It’s amazing that she now identifies more with my immediate relatives than hers. Really, all she needed was a helping hand and some unconditional love. I’m proud of myself to have been the one who gave it to her. I’m proud of her for how far she has come with that help. She’s now living with her son Kairo [2] in a house of her own (well rented, but anyway) and as many single mums do (not getting into the Dad situation) fighting with the social to get the right benefits and such. I hope I am a decent coach for getting through the DWP bureaucracy, because it’s a complete bloody minefield. CJ has a ways to go in order to really get her life on track, but at least she’s got a family now who give a shit and to be quite honest, in many ways, that’s all she ever needed.

[1] I can’t really remember how long, I’d say somewhere between 4-6 years, I could look it up if I could be arsed.
[2] Kairo Cepheus Stefan Augustus Burke – Why yes, he is named after me.  Yes, I am happy.

Breathless in Leeds

Here I am, back at LGI. The big change is the lack of notes. Everything is being done with electromagiggery devices and brief notes on clipboards.

I am sitting getting my breath back after being made to blow into the infernal machine. This used to be a device which spat out a graph on a sheet of paper, but is now a tube connected to the electronic gadget into which every other statistic (pulse, height  weight etc) was entered, but the principle of is the same. You blow really hard into the tube, whilst the nurse encourages you to, “Keep blowing, keep blowing, keep blowing..”, well past the point at which you think you are going to die. You then breathe in and immediately almost pass out. Indeed if you aren’t quite dizzy and choking, then you haven’t done it right. Having nearly killed yourself turning your lungs inside out, your reward is to do it all again. And again. Even after typing all this crap, whilst chatting to my kind volunteer “Passepartout of the day” I am still in something of a state.

The NHS website[1] speaks as follows: 
Spirometry is a straightforward test and is generally considered very safe. Some people may feel dizzy, faint, shaky, sick or tired for a short period afterwards.

This is a lie. Most people will feel all of those and for quite a while afterwards.

Today I saw a new Doctor, I forget what his name was, I think there was a Salman involved, but I couldn’t say if it was his forename or surname and I keep thinking Rushdie, which had nothing to do with it at all. He was Dr Paul’s registrar and I’ll make a deal that if I ever see him again I’ll bother to remember and use his name in any missive I may write, but for now, he’s “the registrar”.

So, today I saw the registrar. Usually, I’m not keen on seeing the registrar, as they don’t know shit about my problems, being as they are training to be pulmonary specialists and deal with asthma and copd, whilst I have multisystem sarcoidosis. So usually I insist on seeing either of the two consultants. On this occasion though, caught by a random whim I decided to take a punt and actually he was pretty decent. We discussed the various changes since last time I was there and I was (as happens) able to demonstrate the wonderful technology that enables me to look up my recent blood tests, whilst the actual doctor cannot.
One of my ongoing problems is fatigue, so this time the registrar thought I might do well to have a vitamin D test. I am wary of such tests, as they tend to lead to prescriptions of vitamin D tablets and in sarcoid patients this is often a Bad Idea™ as it can cause hypercalcemia[2]. In fact there are two tests for vitamin D. The standard test is for 25-hydroxy vit D, which in most people is a good indicator. This is activated in the body into 1,25-dihidroxy vit D, which can be metabolised for the stuff you need vit-D for. Sarcoid granuloma can also activate vitamin D, however, so a low count for 25D might simply mean it’s all been converted into 1,25D by the sarcoid, thus both a 25D and 1,25D test are indicated. The trouble is that a 1,25D test is not a normal blood test, requiring the blood be kept cold and rushed to the lab and well, it’s not hard but it’s not standard either. Most GP surgeries couldn’t do it, as they couldn’t get it to the lab quickly enough, assuming the lab even offered the test, which many don’t.
Anyway, to my surprise and pleasure, the registrar described my wariness of a standalone 25D test without an accompanying 1,25D as a valid concern, meaning he is (at least as) knowledgeable (as me). So, the plan is to do the 25D anyway, along with a calcium test and if they come up normal call it good and if they don’t, then work out how to order a 1,25D test because the computer said no. Meantime, if they do come up low, we’re not telling my GP, so he doesn’t freak out and start prescribing calcium pills, which is the usual (and incorrect, for sarc patients) solution. Whilst we were doing bloods I got him to do an HBA1C as my last one was a little high and I want to monitor it. He seemed to be of the opinion that blood sugars wasn’t really their thing to deal with, but I noted that I wanted to monitor it and I was in a hospital, so would he please request the test. On that basis, he was quite happy to do so.

We also agreed to do a sleep study, Not done one in a few years, I had mild sleep apnoea then but it might have got worse and need more active treatment.

Barring anything out of the ordinary happening, back in four months.

[1] https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/spirometry/
[2] Calcium and vitamin D in sarcoidosis: is supplementation safe? 
      Kamphuis LS, Bonte-Mineur F, van Laar JA, van Hagen PM, van Daele PL.

Local elections

So, voting for local elections is often called a waste of time. In my ward the slightly less than 10% who bothered to vote ended up in a dead heat and the candidates had to draw lots.

In some ways one could argue that it’s even more pointless if it comes down to a coin flip anyway. On the other hand it only would have taken one more person to be bothered and we would have had a result.

If I can manage to vote, anyone can manage to vote. Apply for a postal vote you lazy fuckers and you don’t have to even make a special effort.

Change can only be effected by the exercising of our right to vote. The one thing that you can guarantee is that all those with extreme views will vote, so unless you want to be governed by extremists, better get your voice heard and your vote counted.

Distant Worlds 2 aka Distant Worlds 3305

DW2 Logo
So what is this Distant Worlds nonsense. I’ve been flapping my lips about it to everyone, so a brief summary is required.

One of the things one can do in the game of Elite: Dangerous is explore. The galaxy as created in the game has some 400 billion stars and only a tiny proportion in a small area of the Inner Orion Spur (“the bubble”) is inhabited. The rest of the galaxy is unknown and largely uncharted, save for those brave individuals who head out into the black and bring back information about the stars, planets and other, stranger things, to be found way out there. (And making a good chunk of money from selling the data!).

In 3302 (game years correspond to real years, 3302 was 2016, 3305 is 2019) an expedition was organised where a large group of commanders would coordinate to explore some of the far reaches of the galaxy. Well, three years later with the advance of technology, longer jump ranges (and let’s be honest, some interesting additions FDEV made to exploration in a big patch) it was decided to repeat the exercise, but on an even grander scale. In the end, perhaps 15,000 individual Commanders (players) set off on an expedition to explore and map systems from the bubble to the farthest reaches of the opposite side of the galaxy. On the way, they would engage in mining operations, gathering materials so that a space station could be constructed just a couple of light years from the mega black hole at the very centre of the galaxy.

So here’s what I’m going to do, in order to do justice to a large chunk of time I spent doing a thing I really loved and indeed am still doing.

I was going to just write up the one post and summarise the whole business, but instead what I plan to do is to write up, a bit at a time the journey, perhaps in lumps that correspond to the different stages and waypoints of the journey.  I mean this is already a long long post and I’ve not even left yet!

I’ve installed a plugin especially for this so I can upload a lot of very pretty pictures and have them display in some (as yet undetermined) pretty gallery format as I have a LOT of screenshots and it will be nice to have them somewhere I can easily look over in posterity.

It’s actually quite amazing the amount of hours of my life over the past have gone into this project. Even before the departure date on January 13th, there was much preparation to do.

It was quite easy to decide what ship to use. My Anaconda, the Dragon’s Quest was the best choice, if a boringly predictable one. With the right engineering, the Anaconda can run a huge jump range or with a bit more compromise, a still large jump range, with a lot of extra modules installed. Not that I’ve used my fighter much, but it’s been nice to have when I did. Similarly, I was planning to have the capacity to repair and refuel the fleet if required and the necessary limpet controllers and such were required for that. No other ship could give the same combination of range and flexibility. Still, by far and away the largest single ship choice was the Anaconda, so yes it was the boring, if correct choice.

The Dragon's Quest

The Dragon’s Quest

It would be appropriate at this point to mention Commander Cyrilynn (aka Trish) my partner in crime for this whole business. Without her encouragement, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have embarked on this enterprise, but she was keen to see what we could find out there and committed to keeping me company throughout the boring empty spaces, as well as the exciting new finds. She may well not be flying the ship, but she has spent as much time as I have on this project, playing vicariously via streaming media, watching over my shoulder in a virtual way and acting as encouragement, company and secretary as required. She has not only been a vital part of my journey, but the story of the gaming grandma who can’t quite manage the controls, but wants to be part of the event has touched a few people in the fleet, with the result that she is considered a member of the event in her own right, a ship commander with her own entry on the roster of participants. 

All of which sums up a preamble to what will likely be a lot of words on this subject, in (I hope) smaller chunks from now on.