Diary 2026-05-01
There is nothing here.
There is nothing here.
Doing some simple math, and preparing to do some scary math.
Projecting a line segment: "Okay, you do some divisions, no big deal." Projecting a conic: *thousand-yard stare*
No entry on account of Peglin.
Nothing really interesting to say; I just did too good of a job.
Now that I have code, I'm ready to be dissatisfied with it.
I would very much like to breathe normally.
Not interesting.
Putting some sort of process back together, with new tools.