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hi this is v2 of my cohost resources post, i accidentally deleted the other one, and i had to remake this from memory and my browser histories.

please comment if you have cool tools/advice/resources that I can collect here <33

i have added a few more things <3

So, I like Neocities. I think it's really great that someone out there is dedicated to providing free static HTML hosting, like the good old days.

You know what I don't like? Neocities' garbage HTML editor. It's an iframe in-browser, and it has none of the advantages that writing HTML in an actual IDE would have. Plus, it can kinda break if you refresh the page, and sometimes things revert, and--

It's a mess, is what I'm saying. Their entire backend GUI is kind of a mess. If you want to edit an HTML file in an actual IDE, you'd have to download the file, edit it, and re-upload it. Plus, it makes it kind of hard to keep a local backup of your site, you'd have to redownload the site every time you change something. And actually sending in the files via FTP is a no-go, since you have to pay $5 a month for that, and you want to use the service for free.

Well, what can you do? Use the CLI, that's what!

But Chaia! I don't like using the command line. I wanna use a GUI. I don't wanna type "neocities push /" every time I change something!

That's fine. If you can stomach using the CLI for ten minutes, then you'll have all the benefits of it without having to use it ever again!

a sequel to The Ones who Walk Away from Omelas that's the travel journal of a guy who walked away from Omelas as he discovers all these exciting new trolley-problem societies beyond the mountain

Day 1. I've officially left my home. It feels like tearing out my organs to do so, but now that I've seen that tiny cancerous root of suffering, I know I cannot stay. There must be a better world out there. There must be a place where happiness is more than a zero-sum game -- or else this world is for naught.

Day 10. I've made it through the mountains (barely, only barely) and have reached the city of Amohal. The skies are gray, the buildings are gray, the people are gray. My tour guide, a flat-voiced woman in a flat-voiced tunic, tells me of the rule of balance: whenever one person in Amohal suffers, another rejoices just as much. If you stub your toe, your neighbor may find a lucky penny; if you discover true love, it's the result of someone -- maybe someone you know, maybe someone you don't -- losing it. All things remain in balance: loss is always happy, and gain is always sad. You cannot control happiness entering your life, but the moral thing is to never seek it out, lest it come at the misfortune of another. Perhaps I'll stay here a few days, taking on some pain in the penance mines; there's a child's birthday coming up tomorrow, and we want to make sure it's a good one.

Day 15: I will leave Amohal soon. Suffering for others felt noble until yesterday, when I remembered a rosy-fond memory of Omelas and let out a smile. A man on the other side of the road dropped a bag of groceries, and the wince of eggs cracking reminded me of my stoic duty.

Day 19. Having departed Amohal, I've followed a grief-caravan to the city of Evlag, a religious place where the truest god is sorrow. The idea is that fleet-and-fickle happiness cannot be trusted, but even the simplest sadness is pure and undeniable. There are minor gods of disgust, fear, rage, but Sorrow is the faith around which all congregate. Mothers weep for their children's eventual deaths, newlyweds weep for their inevitable parting, and the bereaved savor their all-consuming grief. Happiness is childish, so only children are happy (and adults, when they think no one is looking.) This is not the place for me.

Day 23. I've come across a new city where everyone's always just a little bit sad, except every day there's a randomly-chosen person who gets to be extremely happy for 24 hours. The happy man of the day is currently running around naked, screaming in glee, as glum onlookers quietly wish to join him. I'm not sure this is better?

Day 85: The traveling town of Livran is entirely on rails. Unfortunately, just as I arrived, the brakes failed. It is currently hurtling towards a fork in its path where

dithering guides i made for myself on dotpict.

1. black + black
2. black + white
3. 2 colors (r/y)
4. 3 colors (r/b/y)