diff --git a/content/seeing-red.dj b/content/seeing-red.dj deleted file mode 100644 index 4eeb3b2..0000000 --- a/content/seeing-red.dj +++ /dev/null @@ -1,271 +0,0 @@ -title = "Seeing Red" - -+++ - -It was a warm summer evening. -I was heading back home from a long walk around the neighbourhood. - -As I was passing by the old playground down the street, I noticed a peculiar guy in a hoodie, sitting on the bench. - -He was a calico, with a really ragtag sense of fashion. -He was wearing raspberry-coloured glasses, and had two neon-blue stripes under his left eye. -His hoodie was rainbow-coloured, with the rainbow mashed up into pieces and rearranged across the fabric. - -He seemed to recognise me instantly, and waved at me. - ---- Oii, Vector? --- he said, in a high-pitched voice.\ ---- Yeah. -I don't think we've met before...?\ ---- The name's Red. --- he said, standing up from the bench.\ ---- Red, huh... I think I vaguely remember something.\ ---- I've been part-timin' at your father's workshop.\ ---- Ohh, right! I remember Dad mentioning you --- I smiled. --- -Nice to meet you.\ ---- You too. --- he smiled back. - ---- So, what brings you here? --- I said.\ ---- Ah, you see, your father had me come to you. -Doin' a little a technical checkup, haha.\ ---- Hmmm. - ---- You see, yesterday we were repairing a real vintage beauty, and this fell out of the engine... - -He reached his paw into the pocket of his hoodie, and pulled out a small cast brass gearwheel, with rubies embedded inside the root circle. - ---- A... gearwheel? -Seems pretty normal.\ ---- Yeah. But has a strange look to it, doesn't it? -It's nothin' like the other gears from the machine.\ ---- Have you tried putting it back in?\ ---- I tell you, it doesn't fit anywhere! -It's got strange-looking teeth. - -I took a closer look at the gearwheel's shape. - ---- Huh.\ ---- Yeah, right? - ---- Either way, your old man wants you to have it! --- said Red, throwing the gear in my direction. --- -He said somethin' about mementos, remembering him, yadda yadda.\ ---- Yeah, tell him I said thanks. --- I said, catching the gear in mid-air. - ---- Anyways, see you around! --- he said, waving. ---- I gotta go, it's getting late. -Last train's soon. - -I waved him goodbye, and went back home. - ---- - -So.\ -Brass gear.\ -With rubies embedded inside. - -It looked more like a souvenir than anything useful, but it was also really well-made. -Nothing like a toy. -Upon closer inspection, I noticed some signs of wear. -Almost as if it was a real gear, doing real gear work in a machine. - -Question is, why did it have rubies in it? -Wouldn't that be like... really expensive, and also really useless? - -That, I knew Trickle would know, but I needed to head back home for the night. - ---- - -The next day after work, I went to visit Trickle in their {-cave-} house. - ---- Yo, Tricks! -I brought you something cool. --- I said, entering their room, holding the gear between my fingers, making a peace gesture.\ ---- A gearwheel...?\ ---- Yeah, but look closely.\ ---- Why does it have rubies embedded inside?\ ---- Hell if I know. -Dad relayed it to me through his part-timer. -Told me to treat it as a mementos, or something.\ ---- Hold on. - -Trickle had a closer look at the gear. -They seemed to remember something. - ---- Hmm, I vaguely remember seeing a cuckoo clock back at the Weather Station.{% Trickle works from home. %}\ ---- What does that have to do with anything?\ ---- It was a really nice looking clock! -But, even after I inserted a fresh pair of batteries into it, it didn't budge.\ ---- A broken clock, you say.\ ---- One day, I asked the manager if I could have a look at it, to see if I could fix it, but there was a missing part... -A gearwheel, if I recall. -No wonder it didn't work.\ ---- And what makes you think this gear might fit?\ ---- You see, I _tried_ ordering a replacement for it, but couldn't find any compatible-looking designs. -The gears in that clock were totally weird, I tell you.\ ---- Alright, my point still stands.\ ---- I dunno, it's _the gut feeling_, Vector. -Tells me I might be onto something.\ ---- You have an incredible trust in your gut, given how much cup ramen you consume daily --- I said, and saw Trickle make an angry face. ---- So, wanna visit the Station?\ ---- You bet---and waste hours getting there!\ ---- Come on, you haven't been there in months. -Everyone would be happy to see you.\ ---- You sure you don't want to bring the clock to me?\ ---- No.\ ---- Ugh, sure. -But you're treating me to a real ramen in exchange!\ ---- If that's the price I gotta pay for finding out what this weird gear is... - ---- - -The next day, I got up, did my morning routine, and was ready to set off. - ---- Amber, hurry up! I'm leaving.\ ---- Oh come on, at least let me finish combing my hair!\ ---- Can't you do it any faster? Trickle's waiting.\ ---- Ooh, Tricksy's coming?\ ---- Yeah. And stop calling them that. - -Amber rushed out onto the porch, and put her shoes on. -We set off to pick up the lop. - -Two houses later, I _knock knock_ on the door. - ---- Coming! - -Trickle opened the front door, all geared up to go. - ---- Look who's _going_ to _work_ today! --- Amber said smugly.\ ---- Shut up, you know I don't like leaving my lab! -I'm only coming because Vector promised to treat me to a bowl of ramen later.\ ---- I see, I see. Bribed you have been, Vector!\ ---- As if. -It's payment for today's work. --- I said.\ ---- Work, hmmm? You guys are _totally_ up to no good! --- said Amber.\ ---- We'll see about that. - -We boarded the train, and watched the views of the city unfold. -Bridges on rivers, roads under skyscrapers, all set atop a beautiful sunrise. - -`Next station: Institute of Meteorology` - -We got off the train, and split off towards our respective departments. - -Trickle and I, towards the Observation Tower. -We boarded the elevator to the top, and soon found ourselves atop the highest building in the complex. -Watching the sprawling view of the city, through the tower's wide windows. - -Trickle took me to the manager's room to inspect the broken cuckoo clock. - ---- Hey Boss, can I take this to the lab for a second? -I've got a little idea on how to fix it. --- Trickle told the manager. The manager let out a deep sigh.\ ---- Think I've heard that before, but sure... Just don't forget to give it back once you're done. - -That went easier than I expected. -We went to the lab, and Trickle put the clock on a free workbench. - -They unscrewed the back cover. -Inside were a bunch of gears scattered around in an unorderly fashion. - ---- The results of my last attempt... --- said Trickle.\ ---- Doesn't look very good. --- I responded.\ ---- Good thing I took a bunch of photos before taking it apart. Can I have the gear? - -I passed them the mysterious gearwheel, and they tried to fit it with the other gears. -It looked promising. - ---- Let me look for the pictures. --- they took out their phone and searched for "cuckoo clock" in the photo gallery. - -Trickle is a real nerd. -They spend lots of time tagging their photos. -Most of the effort goes to waste, but I'll admit it's invaluable in situations like this one. - ---- Found it! - -They started assembling the mechanism back together, until they got to the missing part. - ---- So, moment of truth... - -The gear fit into the mechanism perfectly. - -At this moment, I had a strange feeling something was about to go wrong. -I mean, this couldn't be it, right? -The weird-looking gear with rubies embedded inside, it couldn't possibly fit in _that_ spot? - -But even the sheen of the brass looked right. -It looked like it belonged. - -As Trickle finished up the reassembly, they put a pair of AA batteries into the slot on the back. - -Moment of truth.\ -We set the hour, and flipped the switch. - -It worked. - -The hands started moving.\ -The clock was working. - ---- Alright, but that's only part of the job. -We still gotta see if the cuckoo goes _goo-ko!_ --- Trickle said, mimicking a cuckoo's voice almost perfectly. - -We waited a couple minutes for the minute hand to reach 12 o'clock. -But, to my surprise, there was no cuckoo at all! - -Instead, a melody started playing. - -``{=html} - ---- There's no cuckoo? --- I asked.\ ---- Ha ha ha, got you! You didn't pay close enough attention to notice, but there was a music box inside all along. -No cuckoo.\ ---- ...Okay, cool. -We gotta give it back to the manager. - -We exited out the lab door, into the manager's office. - ---- Hey Boss, look what I've got! --- said Trickle.\ ---- Oh, so you did manage to fix it? -Good, good.\ ---- Huuuh, not even a word of praise?\ ---- Well, it's not an item I particularly cared about. -I'm not even sure what it was doing here, to be honest.\ ---- What do you mean? --- I asked.\ ---- Must've belonged to the one before me. -It's been here as long as I remember.\ ---- Huh. --- I said, making a confused face.\ ---- Well either way, it's fixed, so that's nice. -Will help me keep track of time, in addition to being a nice decoration. --- the manager said. ---- Did you hear the cuckoo's song?\ ---- Yeah, and it's not a cuckoo at all! -It has a music box inside. --- I said.\ ---- Oh, huh. -Wonder what tunes it'll play, then. - ---- So... that's that! -Thank you for lending us the clock. --- said Trickle. --- Gotta get back to work now. - -And we left the room. -But as we were walking down the corridor, I realised something. - ---- Hey Trickle, you recall that moment we were exiting the lab?\ ---- Yeah?\ ---- I don't know what it was but... something seemed off about that.\ ---- Did it? - -I recalled the exact sequence of events as we exited the lab. -We opened the door, and ended up _directly_ at the boss's office. - -I felt a chill coming down my spine. - ---- Trickle.\ ---- What is it?\ ---- We exited the lab.\ ---- Uh-huh.\ ---- And ended up straight in the manager's office.\ ---- ...Oh. - ---- Wait, are you sure you're right about that? -Did we really not take a walk down the corridor? --- said Trickle.\ ---- I don't... think so? -Or maybe I'm imagining things? - ---- I'm not sure at this point --- I said. --- Let's get back to work.\ ---- Remember about your promise! -Ramen, brother! diff --git a/src/vfs/physical.rs b/src/vfs/physical.rs index 6cc6c4b..2cd9867 100644 --- a/src/vfs/physical.rs +++ b/src/vfs/physical.rs @@ -103,7 +103,6 @@ fn guess_content_type(extension: &str) -> Option<&'static str> { "png" => Some("image/png"), "webp" => Some("image/webp"), "jpg" | "jpeg" => Some("image/jpeg"), - "flac" => Some("audio/flac"), _ => None, } } diff --git a/static/sound/waltz_for_blue.flac b/static/sound/waltz_for_blue.flac deleted file mode 100644 index a1439ff..0000000 Binary files a/static/sound/waltz_for_blue.flac and /dev/null differ