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No one can do anything alone and nothing is created in a vacuum. Here are the creators that indirectly helped me make this website: Website backend This website is really just a published version of my personal knowledge management (PKM), for which I use Logseq Logseq is comparable to Notion, Obsidian, and Roam. I chose it because it’s open-source and it works for me in my daily tasks. To actually publish this website, I’m using Gitlab Pages alongside Logseq’s publishing tool and a Gitlab script by almereyda ...

[[Mar 26th, 2025]] added The First Death part 1 [[Feb 15th, 2025]] added Sources for Cyrano de Bergerac The Man The Myth The Legend and Things I didn’t mention in the Cyrano video that I wanted to mention somewhere [[Jan 13th, 2025]] massive overhaul to new website engine website is now an open source project [[Jan 12th, 2025]] added The One Where Rook May Or May Not Have Slept With Ace’s Mom [[Jan 2nd, 2025]] added Cyrano de Bergerac video [[Dec 12th, 2024]] added Reading and my report on Pyrotechnicon [[Nov 12th, 2024]] added About this Website and nested Credits and How I Made this Second Brain underneath it added more to the credits page [[Nov 11th, 2024]] finally switched over the caveonmars.com domain from my azure webapp to this one otherwise mostly just testing

Your local historian on a very specific character design. I’ve been using the username raelefae for a couple decades now. I was born in the States and then moved to Europe. My friends know me as a tech goblin. I like finding old shitty machines and frankensteining them into something cool and usable. I have a working floppy disk drive on my desk.

CLANG! clatter The sound of two metal swords striking the cool tiled floor of the arena. Gasps and cheers from the surrounding audience, the sounds bouncing off of the cloth roof barring the heat of the twin suns above. A slow-motion video played from the hovering screens showing that Rook had managed to deftly wrap the flexible steel of his rapier around the claymore of his opponent and cast it aside with a flick of his wrist. But a sudden jolt from his opponents strong arms sent his own sword flying as well. ...

All J wanted to do was get some peace and quiet for once, away from these Earthlings. But here in this space station corridor, his ship moored serenely out the nearby window, J was being accosted by a furious little old man - Liger Shishioh. Renais’ father. “How DARE you spend months alone with my DAUGHTER! A man and a woman alone together! Don’t think I’m so old that I don’t know what happens in situations like that! I would know!” ...

Intro and Philosophy Rant Some years ago, my coworker introduced me to this great online tool called Notion. I instantly fell in love with it. I used it as a personal knowledge management (PKM) tool from that day forward, and I swore by it. I used it as: a journal a project tracker a to-do list a way to bookmark websites and keep notes on them a recipe book a code repository ...

How I Made this Second Brain Credits Jan 14th, 2025 - Changed it up quite a bit now using a new website engine - Hugo. The downside is this one is much less automated. The upside is it looks cleaner and is much harder to break. This website is now open source, and you can view its source code here. Nov 12th, 2024 - It’s been a year and since I quit my teaching job this past summer and no longer have Azure credits, my old website was officially shut down earlier this month and now I’ve decided to really work on this version of the website. ...

A row of slowly marching children, dressed in robes, moved as a conveyor belt towards and away from a singular point. Faint but determined chanting and instrumentation filled the air and the sky was just beginning to darken over the opulent half-domed sanctuary. Even the most energetic child was marching stoically, moved by reverence for the entire ritual. The singular point that the children were approaching and then departing was the Conduit of Fate. A child approached and knelt before the unseeing but seeing eyes of the Conduit, through whom Fate whispered on gently plucked harp strings. ...

For a while, the child wore the satchel of an odd-jobber, Path-less, largely ignored by society, performing small courier services just to try to find something, anything that called out to them. Until one day, the sound of a loud one-sided argument from the local drinkery caught their attention. From the noise, a blonde woman stormed out of the drinkery and into the plaza where the child stood. Shirtless, with a red triangular cloth around her waist, and a long thin sword on her left hip. Closely behind her was a disturbed and drunken man, shouting. ...

Prologue Chapter 1 The Prophecy Chapter 2 The Mentor [[Chapter 3 Practice]]