January 01, 2017by Eric Marcarelliin Projects, Technology0 comments
I’ve been working on a new Chess AI project recently, and I’ve now gotten to the point that a full game can be played. The only rules it’s still lacking are castling and en passant captures. You can play the chess game here and the source is available here.
September 19, 2015by Eric Marcarelliin Projects, Technology0 comments
Printalytics is a small web service I developed primarily to learn Laravel. It lets you track the number of times a web page is printed. (As of May 2017, Printalytics is no longer online)
April 10, 2015by Eric Marcarelliin Nature, Short Stories, Writing0 comments
Brom’s left foot was cold. In truth his entire body was cold, but his left foot was also wet, so it stood out as especially uncomfortable. His mind had little else to do but ruminate on the irony of having a leaky boot as he trudged beside his ox, carrying a wagon load of shoe leather through the winter forest. Under better conditions, on better roads, he might perch himself on the cart and ride along on the ox’s strength. Of course, that was least advisable when it would be most welcome. This road, hardly worthy of the name, wound around the side of the mountain with a wall of rock on one side and a steep and perilous descent into bare trees and rocks on the other. It was bad enough in the summer when holes, rocks, and roots alternated with impassible mud. Now, in the heart of winter, a bed of snow obscured and enhanced the risks, alternating only with sheets of ice. There was no chance Brom could rest his feet at least until he reached the relative safety of the wide, well traveled road that led into Troutbeck. It was only mid afternoon but already the […]
July 30, 2014by Eric Marcarelliin Short Stories, Writing0 comments
I originally developed the characters Matt, Jordan, Ally, and their nemesis, Rusty Nail, for The List. This story is a second for the series. The sun was just barely touching the highest point of the distant hills. Setting, finally, but the fireworks were still endlessly away. A pebble bounced off the parking sign with a dull wooden thud and fell to the gravel. “A direct hit,” declared Matt lowering his slingshot with slow pride. “Now are you ready for those brownies?” asked Jordan with more than a hint of impatience. “Alright, let’s go,” agree Matt, pocketing his slingshot. They set off for Jordan’s family’s encampment of chairs, but almost immediately Matt stuck out his arm and turned him around again. Matt ducked down and motioned for Jordan to do the same. “There he is! ” he whispered. “Who?” replied Jordan in a mock conspiratorial tone. They crawled behind a row of parked cars and watched as the new kid, Seth, and his family walked by several yards away. “The thief!” said Matt. “Oh, not that again,” said Jordan with a groan, “how do you even know it’s the same shovel?” ”It’s one of a kind, and he has the one. […]