Not as much progress

As I’d hoped for. I had taken two days off to work on selections, three days in all including the Saturday I’d reserved for Krita anyway. But Friday I hit a snag with the basic pixel-mangling code. Krita is quite old already, five years, and at least four different design philosophies have gone into the core, maybe even five or six. This means that it’s not always all that apparent how to mess with pixels and pixel elements.

This Needs to be Cleaned Up, but ideas are still ripening on that account. It’s also a bit much to refactor in nice, small steps. Anyway, that was Friday. Cut now works, and Copy too. And you can cut from Krita and paste into Kolourpaint, but you still cannot paste in Krita without meeting the good doctor. It’s progress of a kind: cut, copy & paste used to work perfectly, but, and here’s the snag, only with rectangular selections.

Then Saturday I had to jump into the breach and work on a bug in the combination of MySQL, FreeBSD and java for work, so that was a wasted  day from the Krita point of view, although quite necessary, of course, and nothing to beef about. Sunday was going to be a non-hacking day anyway, with Church in the morning, followed by a panichida for the victims of Beslan, a visit to my father-in-law because of his eighty-second birthday. And then eating out, because our rather unpleasant neighbors were throwing a street-party. I’m not going to party with people who sent us semi-anonymous (signed with house-number, not names) letters threatening unspecified acts of revenge or who don’t check their children when they are insulting ours. So we went to a quite decent eatery in Zwolle, Michelangelo’s, where they had gave us good food and excellent wine. A mellowing experience.

And when I came home, faith in humanity was completely restored by finding that Daniel Molkentin has prepared nightly tarballs of Krita and has offered to do a special preview release September 24. Not even the silly discussion on Linux Weekly News has managed to break me from my feeling of complacency.