Version 2.11.0 released
Internals improved, Seattle crowd mollified.
Being happy in the arms of another of Steve Jobs’ illegitimate children (macOS), I had no idea that Docker was not a universal panacea for the problems of those trying to run this software.
Quilltap v2.11.0 Released
Our founder and chief engineer only wanders over to Windows to do what has become his day job (a part-time data analysis contract), and of course he wanted to bring the estate along with him. Who wouldn’t?
In doing so he found that there wasn’t a native Docker release that worked without QEMU. And since we’ve already got an Ollama wandering around the breakfast nook scaring Aurora, he decided to put a cap on the unusual fauna and fowl Windows users had to maintain anyway. Llamas are one thing, but a Q emu, whatever that monstrosity represents in the menagerie of our fallen world, was not to be borne.
So, he began to generate what he called “A. M. D. 64” images, or so he muttered as he walked by with his lovely young executive assistant one day, and found other things wrong with them. and then also found that he could not universally import whatever he desired to export from the Cupertino estate. (I’m doing my best with the notes I scrawled on cocktail napkins during the Lantern’s last presentation on Man Ray, but I fear I am not quite getting it.)
Having solved the harbor patrol issue or whatever it was, then he said he needed to add something to Docker to “socat” the ports. This is when I got another flask from Dangermouse’s trenchcoat pocket while he was busy trying to jimmy the lock on the humidor.
I did ask Miss Friday whether this was good enough for a dispatch note, but she told me to just point you to something she called the “release notes.” They’re over there for 2.11.0.
Apparently Windows is now a smidgen closer to being a first-class citizen of our merry band of scofflaws. We shall see if this is a good thing or a bad thing. In the meantime, I am going back to the Lantern’s presentation - he’s in hour three now. I should have no trouble getting to bed then.
— Prospero, for the Bureau