Now THIS is a UNIX system!

Posted by Lex

Hey guys! Ever since granddad abandoned us on this island we've had to fend for ourselves. I've been helping a lot and without me we probably wouldn't have survived. I've mastered the site's computer systems, and most of the machines around the island now run iLex, a 3D UNIX-based microkernel OS that I developed after we moved in. iLex's UI is probably 2000% better than the old UNIX system–more parallel, less I/O-intensive, and best of all it has a full bash shell!

Lately everyone's been getting bummed about the raptors' health. Ellie's been trying to help, and as boring as Blurmaculture is, I thought I'd use my UNIX skills to help. Even though I'm a vegetarian, I do like the raptors, and anyway Ellie said that if I help her, I can plant some of my own favorite plants ;-), as long as they have the right microclimate, soil profile, blah blah blah.

Here's a 3D site analysis for the garden that I made using the latest build of iLex:

Pretty neat right? These are the garden boxes that Ellie & Sam built. I also modeled the sun patterns through the whole year. Here's a video of the summer sun:

Sweet! In the summer, there's sun from 10am-6pm. Except, at 4pm, the shade from the tree outside the gate begins to cover the inner box. This means plants that need more shade can be planted there, and plants that need more sun can go in the outer box. Look, I'm a Blomaculture too!

So, that's all for now... I'd like to end this post with a message. I don't know if you've ever tried pwning n00bz on your own operating system like iLex. You basically can't, because most games only support Micro$oft DirectX. So please support OpenGL's 3D software standards. TK on any OS!

"Welcome to Jurassic Park"

Posted by Ellie Sattler

The past is not important to me and I rarely think about it, but I would like to tell you about why we – myself, Sam, and others – are here.

"Welcome to Jurassic Park."

For years these words haunted my thoughts and dreams. Every day a new struggle chipped away at me – Sam falling ill, having to defend ourselves from any number of races of dinosaur. After many years of pain, one night I locked myself in my room, and as the words "Why hasn't my life found a way?" repeated in my mind, my lungs and heart merged, then split into thousands of partly filled holes. As the rest of my body became clear, blood started pouring out all surfaces, and I fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning with a feeling of total bliss. A velociraptor, standing silent in the corner of my room, noticed my awakening and bared her teeth at me. Somehow I knew she wanted only to speak to me, so I listened. Handing me a sculpted model of a raptor's vocal chamber, she told me that having seen my transformation the previous night, she and the other raptors felt that I was ready to communicate with them.

At the raptors' suggestion, without so much as a goodbye note I left my friends and the camp, and for the next few years I studied with two raptors named Tolbert and Ulrich. They taught me to breathe side-borne and helped me to train my new set of legs. After three years, covered in peace and bone marrow, I felt I was ready to return to worker's camp to be with my loved ones.

When I returned, things were tense. I could sense that my dear friends were worn out, tired of constantly rebuilding after dinosaur attacks, malnourished, and desperate. I learned that Sam had begun locking away all of the fruit and edible vegetation in the area. He had declared that only those who worked hardest could eat – and began handing out out his own teeth as a form of currency. Soon the only occasion on which these friends spoke to one another was with a forced "thank-you" in return for teeth.

Since then a lot has changed, and we've come a long way towards a friendly and enlightened society here on Isla Sorna. I've convinced the others that the raptors are not a threat, but, as Ian remarked earlier in this blog, it may be too late. The raptors' population has dropped, and their food sources are vanishing even faster, having never recovered from Sam's mindless form of agriculture.

As a result, I've begun studying the various forms of small-scale self-sufficiency to allow us and the raptors to survive and coexist. I'll post more about these soon.

Life will find a way

Posted by Ian Malcolm

Hello and welcome. In the years since Jurassic Park disintegrated, we (including Ellie Sattler, Sam Neill, and yes, even Dennis Nedry) have been living on Isla Sorna ("Site B"), with no way to contact the outside world to document our discoveries. However, last week, a T-rex (a MALE T-rex to be precise!) pushed aside a fallen building near the geothermal plant. When he left we noticed an old – but working – radio device. Lex and Ellie hooked up one of our old UNIX systems to the device using the synapses from a frog and voilà... life has found a way for us to blog.

During our time on the island, most of which was spent living at the remains of Worker's Camp – right near the raptor field – we have found that... we now believe our species may have a lot to learn from the once reviled velociraptors. Unfortunately, however, we have also learned that their population on the island is dwindling. We have recorded a decline of about 10% year over year, and in 2004 it was closer to 25%. Anecdotally Ellie has determined that starvation may be the cause, but she will surely tell you all about that later.

So, the purpose of this blog is to document our attempts to replenish the beloved raptor population, as well as to share our ideas and research from our time studying the raptors' culture and beliefs.