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Easy Automatic npm Publishes

One common question from people using npm to publish, especially on CI systems, is how best to automate the process, especially when dealing with multiple branches.

For a while now, I've been using a pattern that takes almost all of the human interaction out of it, since I tend to mess stuff up when I type it with my fingers. This works well for automatic publishes from CI or when publishing manually from a terminal.

I haven't manually typed npm publish in a while, which is a good thing.

First things first, have good tests

I am a huge fan of running tests with 100% test coverage. It isn't a perfect guard against every problem out there, but it does keep me from doing stupid things, like assuming that I know what my program does.

My go-to test library is tap, but you can do this with any testing library that supports code coverage. If it doesn't support code coverage out of the box, you can use nyc to run any Node.js process with coverage tracking.

To use it, run npm i tap -D, and then add this to your scripts section in package.json:

{ "scripts": { "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

The npm version Command

The npm version command will figure out what the next version should be, edit your package.json file, and even check it into git with a signed tag. The beauty of this is that it also prevents you from bumping the version when you have untracked changes in your git working directory, and provides some hook scripts that can do other things before or after the version bump.

In the scripts section of my package.json file, I add a preversion script that runs my tests:

{ "scripts": { "preversion": "npm test", "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

Now, before I can bump the version, npm will make sure that my tests pass. If the test fails (or if coverage isn't 100%), then it'll fail and the version command fails.

Publishing on Version Change

Bumping the version is fine, but then it's time to share it. Along with preversion, the postversion command does actions after the version is bumped. So, let's hook onto that to publish the package.

{ "scripts": { "postversion": "npm publish", "preversion": "npm test", "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

Keeping Git and npm in Sync

That's fine for pushing to npm, but then I have to remember to push the changes to git. (I have many times forgotten to do this, and gotten issues because the code on npm is not in GitHub, which is generally a bad sign.)

Thankfully, npm also gives us a way to hook a script around the publish event, so let's use that:

{ "scripts": { "postpublish": "git push origin --all; git push origin --tags", "postversion": "npm publish", "preversion": "npm test", "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

This runs two commands. The first pushes all branches, and the second pushes all the tags (including my newly published version tag).

Branches and Dist-Tags

Occasionally, I'll find myself working on some big feature for a new release that is not yet ready for prime time.

In the feature branch, I'll modify the scripts by adding a --tag argument to the npm publish command to put it on a dist-tag other than latest.

{ "scripts": { "postversion": "npm publish --tag=next", "postpublish": "git push origin --all; git push origin --tags", "preversion": "npm test", "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

Now, I can tell people to run npm install my-module@next to try out the new prerelease version.

On the other side, I might want to land a bugfix or backport a feature for a legacy version. To do that, I create a git branch with the old version, and update package.json to add a legacy tag instead.

{ "scripts": { "postversion": "npm publish --tag=legacy", "postpublish": "git push origin --all; git push origin --tags", "preversion": "npm test", "test": "tap" }, "tap": { "check-coverage": true } }

Bonus Points: Sign Your Versions

Git has support for PGP signing tagged commits. To tell npm to take advantage of this, set these two config values:

npm config set sign-git-commit true npm config set sign-git-tag true

If setting up PGP and hooking it up with Git is too much of a pain, you're not alone. I'm a nerd who's been computering for a very long time, and I can't handle it. Also, I'm always worried about my keys just sitting on my machine in text files, even if they are encrypted with a passphrase. And if they are encrypted with a passphrase, then I have to type it in all the time, and that's just too much work.

I'm a huge fan of Krypton. It stores your PGP and SSH private keys in your mobile device's secure storage vault, and then sends a push notification to allow it to do things with those keys. It's dead-simple to set up, and extremely easy to use, and gives you a hardware second factor for everything that matters.

Of course, and I don't exactly know if this is a bug or a feature, it does mean that whenever I run npm version, between the commit, the signature, the tag, and the two SSH connections, my phone does a lot of buzzing.

Running npm version to Test and Publish

From there, I use the npm version command to do all my publishing. For bug fixes, I run npm version patch. For new features, I run npm version minor. For breaking changes, I run npm version major.

If you use Conventional Commits or similar tools, you could even automate the detection of what kind of version bump it should be, though that's left as an exercise for the reader.

This approach of using npm scripts to automate the process works well with any system where you'll be publishing and committing. Set it up in your next project, and trust your human fingers a little bit less :)

PS: npm Configuration is Very Flexible

You'll note that I did --tag= in the publish commands above. You can also configure npm in many other ways. Any configuration value (including tag in the case of npm publish) can be set:

explicitly on the command line, like --tag=whatever

in the environment, like NPM_CONFIG_TAG=whatever

in a .npmrc file in the root of your project, like tag = whatever

in a .npmrc file in your home directory

in /usr/local/etc/npmrc (or /usr/etc/npmrc on some systems).

This works inheritance-style, so the higher up on that list a setting is, the higher the priority.

For CI/CD systems, this means that you can sometimes set environment variables to control the behavior of npm commands, without having to change the code or inject files into places. If it's easier to control it with a file (for example, checking a .npmrc file into git), then that's also fine.

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Meet the Law Students

Another fic from @drawbaucherys college AU, here now with the Zircons!

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“Let me tell ya, Bell, one more year of this and we can take the bar, then we’ll be jet-setting lady-bedding super lawyers. You and me, legalistically destroying dictators and warlords the world over.”

The old library building loomed above them as Bell listened to Yana’s hangover ramblings. Sometimes Bell was forced to think Yana chose Law just so she’d be be able to attend the many times she would be brought to court as her own defence.

“Perhaps uncovering the machinations of authoritarian states can wait a little longer, Yana, perhaps after we’ve learned all there is to know about ‘Queen Anne and the Origins of Copyright Law’.”, huffed Bell, climbing the humble set of steps in front of the library. “And that might have to be left to you, I’ve always told you I want to focus on the Defence.”

“Bell, I’m shocked.”, Yana replied, in mock surprise, “You would trust me to go to the Hague all by myself? They say all sorts of things about Dutch women, you might never see me again.”

Bells eyes shot around the campus, dreading to imagine someone overhearing. “Oh, quiet, you!”, she whispered, “And you took my name, that means no more adventures, I own you, now.”

“Because we both agreed your name was the more lawyery one. It’s all about presentation.”, countered Yana, elbowing Bell in the side.

Walking through the large doors, Bell took in the slightly dark, but rather well-kept interior of the converted church. Before her stood shelves and shelves of books, but only after a clearing with a marble floor.

“Mind the step.”, came a soft voice.

“What?”, asked Yana, rather more loudly than what was strictly appropriate for a library. Debate classes taught one to carry ones voice so all might hear, the Law being as clear as the voice used to proclaim ones own interpretation of it. Some found it difficult to turn off this ability once it had been found and cultivated.

“Yana.”, Bell whispered while shifting the books in her arms into her right arm so she might tap Yana with her left. She had looked down and saw the small step onto the marble floor, which was mirrored by another step down into the rows of shelves in front of them. Nimbly navigating the small hazard, the two stepped onto the marble.

“Hello, there!”, greeted the soft voice, which Bell could see was coming from a desk to the side. A blue-haired women, in a brown sweater, cheerily waving at them with a big smile on her face.

Before Bell could stop it, Yana was already beside the desk, in full seductress mode, “Well, morning to you, Blue. You seem nice, I don’t suppose you have much experience with lawyers...”

The women gave a quiet chuckle, “Now, you would be surprised about that...”

“I AM.”, screamed Bell, before adjusting her volume. “I would like to apologize for her, we’re law students who’ve transferred for the bar exam, we’re just here to pick up some books, and Yana here is most certainly not ‘on the market’. Are you, Yana?” Bell could imagine Yanas hair catching fire if her glare was any more intense. “Alright, Mom, whatever you say...”, shrugged Yana, pulling back from the desk.

“No, no, it’s alright, just fun and games, I know how Saturday mornings can be.”, the woman chimed, “Anyway, my name is Laplace, and I have not met you before but it seems you are sisters if I am reading your nametags correctly.”

Yana and Bell looked at eachother, and at their respective tags, ‘Y. Zerkon’ and ‘B. Zerkon’, the pale-skinned Yana in particular amused by the seeming naivety of the librarian in thinking she’s directly related to the levantine Bell. “Ehh, no, we are...married.”, explained Bell.

“Oh!”, squeaked Laplace, most people reacting to their matrimony in the same sort of mild surprise. “It’s rather odd for people your, well, our age getting married.”

“It’s the sort of bright idea law students get when they learn about the tax cuts for married couples.”, Yana elaborated, leaning forward to look at the book that Laplace had on her desk. “Oh, you a fan of aliens?”

Bell could already see where this was going. “Yana, stop it.”, her cheeks already blushing red.

Laplace looked down at the book, “Oh, Arthur C. Clarke? I’ve never read any of his work before, but he does--”

“You wouldn’t happen to have anything about Area 51? About Little Green Men helping Kubrick fake the Moon Landing?”, Yana continued. Laplace’s was blank, the image of incomprehension.

“Yana, for all that is good, you promised me not to talk about my theories in public!”, Bell shouted at the top of her lungs, “And I don’t think they faked the Moon Landing, that’s just crazy talk! They would’ve had sufficient technology to do it for real even if they didn’t have an alien ship to salvage computer hardware from!”

“Wha - they- Moon - alien shi-”, Laplace rubbed her forehead, exasperated, “I am sorry, ladies, but I hope you understand if I told you we would get into trouble if we stocked material of such dubious foundations in a campus library.”

Yana laughed, “Jeez, Bell, you have to relax a little. It’s not going to hurt you. Y’know whatshisface, on the Supreme Court? He thinks Stonehenge was built as a landing pad for UFOs. People love kooks.”

“I feel as though it would not be my place to pry.”, declared Laplace, Bell silently grateful, “So may I just say that I’m reading this book on the suggestion of...well, a friend of mine, she’s working here in the library, and-” her eyes flickered past them, looking at something behind them, “Oh, speak of the-PERRI, MIND THE ST-”

Bell heard the thunk of a foot hitting a wooden step just as she turned to see its source. She saw a blonde woman, with glasses, noticeably short, with her entire torso hidden behind a stack of books she held in both her arms. The world entered slow-motion as Bell stared into the surprised face of the woman in the process of tripping herself on the small step. Her tiny nose, her raised eyebrows, her wide eyes, the little dot that was her mouth. She was, to Bell, adorable.

And then she planted her face onto the marble floor.

“Perri!”, shouted Laplace, as Bell dropped her own books and dashed towards the fallen woman. Pushing the scattered mess of books away as she kneeled down, she placed a hand on the womans shoulder. “Are you ok, Miss?!”

“OOOOOOWWWW!”, was the first noise to come from the little pile in front of her. Seeing a shaking hand sliding up towards the womans shoulders, she picked it up in her own and gave it a light squeeze. The woman squeezed back, twice as hard, “Can you hear me, Miss?!”

“Nah-huh!”, was the reply in-between pants, which Bell took to mean ‘Yes’, she took a breath before she continued. “Alright, let’s get you spun around so we can look at you.”

Lifting gently the hand that she was holding, she helped the woman to spin herself into a sitting position. She was making rapid breaths, and Bell could see a triangular mark right in the centre of her forehead, but miraculously her glasses were still intact. She made direct eye-contact with her, can she seemed to slightly calm down. “Ok, can you tell me where it hurts?”

“My-”, she made a big sniff, her cheeks beginning to puff, “My head, and my knee hurts.”

Bell noticed a few things when looking down at the womans legs. First, she was still holding her hand, and she didn’t want to risk letting go. Secondly, she was wearing cargo shorts, so she could see her right knee, which had a mark. And lastly, both the knee and the forehead had broken skin, and bruises were likely on the way.

“Alright, there doesn’t seem to be anything to worry about. What’s your name?”, Bell tried to keep her voice level, to make sure she wasn’t frightened.

“P-Perri.”, she answered, before another sniff.

“Alright, Perri, you only have a few little cuts, and I have cream to help it.” She repositioned herself to the right of the siting Perri, rubbing her back in a soothing motion. “Alright, Perri, I’m Bell. I’ll need both hands to get the cream, Perri.”

Perri released her hand, and she quickly fished out her tube of antiseptic cream, twisting off the top and squeesing out a small white blob. “Ok, this might sting a little bit, but it’ll help it heal and not hurt later. Alright?” Perri replied with a silent nod of the head.

Bell dabbed the cream onto her forehead, and started applying it across the whole mark. Perri squirmed a little, and tears started forming around her eyes.

“Perri, are you ok?”, Laplace spoke, Bell noticing her for the first time sitting opposite her next to Perri.

“I’m not crying! It’s a...reaction! It’s automatic!”, protested Perri, as the tears started running down her face.

Laplace rubbed her back, “Oh, you don’t have to make excuses, sweetie...”

“I’m not making ex...”, Perri sniffed, louder this time, “...cuses.”

“Alright, Perri, it’s nearly done.”, assured Bell, taking out another blob of cream. Her eyes caught Yana for a second, for once looking speechless.

“Bell.”, declared Yana, “I want to have babies with you.”

Bell blushed, applying the cream to Perri’s knee. “This isn’t exactly the ti-”

“Hey dudes!”, came another voice, from within the maze of shelves. “Sorry I’m late, I got ya all donut-” she turned the corner into Bells view, she saw a woman with dyed-white hair in a ponytail, holding a donut box. She was looking directly at Perri, and assumed a more aggressive stance, face filled with anger. “WHO MADE PERRI CRY?!”

“I’M NOT CRYING!”

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The Suspense is Killing Me

Starring: Jimin x You (ft. Taehyung)

Rated: G for gently crack and a little sads sometimes

Word Count: 8.1K

Summary: park jimin is a trusted superhero who constantly saves the day, but can he save them from you, his newest rival and beloved wife

Cameras are flashing left and right, blinding him. There are way too many microphones in front of his face, but he smiles anyways, pushing his sunglasses up his nose and brushes a hand through his jet black hair. They don’t need to know he wears the sunglasses so he doesn’t look like he’s squinting in the PR photos.

“Park Jimin, over here!”

“Mr. Park! What are your opinions on the city’s allocation of funds?”

“Mr. Park, what’s your comment?”

Jimin sighs internally and focuses his attention to the left, pointing to the nearest person. “You there, in the green jacket.” Probably an easy question, he thinks to himself.

“Mr. Park, what do you have to say about the newest rival that has resumed the spot of V? Does this mysterious villain pose a greater threat?”

Jimin gulped, cursing himself for his bad luck. “It was unexpected, but that’s not to say I’m unprepared for these recent turn of events,” he responded, clearing his throat. “I assure the public that their safety is still intact and that the danger is not as bad as V, who is locked up in the highest security prison institution.”

The crowd murmurs louder before resuming in calling his name. Jimin has half his mind to leave the press conference until a lone voice shouts from the crowd, silencing them. “Then why haven’t you killed or caught the villain if they’re so easy? Why haven’t you caught the Suspense?”

Jimin drops his head and takes a deep breath. He knows that he should probably say that he’s investigating the villain’s true intentions and hidden secrets or some other bullshit excuse, but the truth slips out of his mouth before he can process what he’s said, and instantly, he feels regret. The crowd bursts into a loud commotion, and Jimin is quickly escorted out of the place, halting any further questions.

“Because she’s my wife.”

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