Web drawing now has wind and a few color mods

https://svonberg.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/webs2.html

I messaged myself someone else’s Epstein story and IG put me on restriction. I can still post and even share stories, but I’m not allowed to message! Yeah, *I’M* the problem! So if you messaged me, I can’t respond for 3 days. Thanks IG for protecting PDFs!

Guess what’s coming?

#doodle #fridaythe13th #thursdaythe12thisthenewfridaythe13th #thursdaythe12th

Kitty is new to me, not sure which of the venison brood came by

There’s a specific kind of internal hum that starts the moment you hit “Checkout” on a piece of niche tech. It’s been a minute since I’ve been this genuinely keyed up for a mail call, but the wait for the x4 has me checking tracking tabs like it’s a competitive sport.

To keep my sanity, I did what any self-respecting nerd does: I opened a spreadsheet.

Putting the wait into perspective helps dampen the “where is it?” anxiety. My device left Shenzhen nine days ago. Since then, it’s been navigating a gauntlet of weather patterns, logistics hubs, and handoff hops.

Here is the breakdown of its 7,842-mile trek:

* Distance Covered: 7,105 miles (roughly 90% of the trip).
* Average Speed: A steady 36 mph.
* Touchpoints: 8 distinct scans across the globe.

It’s currently cleared the customs hurdle, and with the bulk of the journey in the rearview mirror, I’m optimistic for a delivery before the 14th.

Some people have that “buy it and forget it” zen mindset. I am not those people. I can’t just let it arrive “whenever.” To bridge the gap, I’ve been curate-stacking my digital environment:

* Customizing the Vibe: Designing a fresh set of wallpapers.
* Community Building: Getting the account settled over at readme.club.
* The Library: Hoarding choice EPUB files like a digital dragon.

I’m also diving back into Calibre. I haven’t touched the software in nearly a decade, but seeing that it’s still the gold standard for library management is a testament to its staying power. Getting a Calibre server spun up is next on the weekend warrior list.

The SD card is “ready-ish,” and the Android apps are already staged on my phone and tablet. Software-wise, I’m leaning toward Crosspoint. If I can swing a multi-boot setup to test the waters of every OS flavor available, that’s the dream.

An afternoon hike along the Appalachian Trail, running roughly parallel to the Blue Ridge Parkway in Botetourt, was timed just before the snowfall so the snow showers could be seen as they arrived. A brief stop at Purgatory Overlook offered this captured view, one that never loses its appeal no matter the season.

https://svonberg.org/wp-content/uploads/2025/12/hero6eSupersV40.html

Woolgathering: What most people call their “self” is, for the most part, a bundle of different moods, impulses, and roles fighting for control. “I decided” usually means “one impulse temporarily won.”

If this sounds preposterous, spend some time in honest “self-observation”. I’m betting you find a constellation of “selves” rather a self.

The “self” you experience when hearing a nostalgic song, for example, can be very different from the “self” that you experience after stubbing your toe or getting cut off in traffic. Often dramatically different.

In the episode “Troubled Waters,” the good Lieutenant seems to pass some gas, and it can clearly be heard. After Columbo first examines the crime scene, he heads to the doctor’s office to get help for his seasickness. Just as he reaches the top of the steps, just before he reaches the doctor’s door, you can clearly hear two farts. He even sighs after the first one. Now, I thought it might have been the floor creaking or the ship settling, but that particular sound is never heard again in the episode. So, say what you will, but I’m convinced it’s a fart, and the sound guy missed it… or perhaps they left it in. After all, he was experiencing problems with his tummy.

Link to self-contained html

Latest ver:

https://svonberg.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/x4paper2.html

Added a dungeon and a pollack, and variant aliens

https://svonberg.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/x4paper3.html

Original:

https://svonberg.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/02/x4paper.html

# Animated 1-Bit Widget

A single-file, canvas-based generative art widget. 
Animated procedural backgrounds, pixel-style drawing, and BMP export — all in vanilla JavaScript.

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## Features

– Animated procedural patterns
– Pixel-style drawing (mouse + touch)
– Text stamping tool
– Speed control and pause
– Export to BMP (client-side, no server)
– Mobile-friendly UI

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## Usage

1. Download or clone the repo
2. Open the HTML file in a modern browser
3. Tap the menu button to change modes or export

No build steps. No dependencies.

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## Tech

– HTML5 Canvas
– Vanilla JavaScript
– Tailwind CSS (CDN)

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## Export

Snapshots combine background + drawing layers and are saved as uncompressed BMP files for crisp pixel output.

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## License

Free to use, modify, and remix.

heads up to the american news media: I do not care what racists thought of the super bowl halftime show

First time outside in a week and the world felt louder than I remembered. Snow still everywhere, piled and packed and sparkling under a painfully blue sky. I had cabin fever bad enough that even just a little pop outside felt like a field trip.

We grabbed breakfast bagels and instead of heading straight home, parked and let the car idle. The food was still warm in my hands, steam fighting the cold, and the mountains just sat there in the distance like they always do, patient and unconcerned. There is something grounding about eating quietly while looking at them, like they are reminding you that time keeps moving even when you have been snowed in and stuck inside your own head.

The parking lot was a mess of plowed snow and sculpted ice. Big chunks tossed aside by machines, frozen into accidental monuments. It was beautiful in that blunt, unpolished way winter does best. Clean but not gentle. (Not even that clean if you look at the parking lots and streets
)

One building had a massive icicle hanging off the roof, long and sharp and honestly a little terrifying. The kind of thing that makes you instinctively drive faster away from it. A reminder that winter does not care about liability or signage. It just hangs there, waiting, daring gravity to do its thing.

We sat longer than planned, hands warming around breakfast, watching sunlight bounce off snow and windows. After a week inside, it felt good just to exist out there again. No agenda, no rush, just bagels, mountains, and the quiet understanding that the world was still here, icy and dangerous and beautiful, waiting for us to step back into it.

#Roanokeva #winterweather #icicle