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Like trump in snoopy’s body
I think it’s Tippy as in gratuity, and hedren as in head wren, a small bird who is the head, or leader.
That makes Tippi Hedren, an actress. She was in a movie called the birds.
Consider the dead horse beaten lol.
sysadmin: continues to ignore auth logs
It’s buggy. Submitting a post sometimes takes half a second, and sometimes it takes 30 seconds. Logs show a plethora of errors. The Docker container will eventually crash and restart. It’s all part of the Lemmy instance admin experience.
No options to collapse/customize side panels.
UI doesn’t refresh after saving settings.
Settings aren’t sticky from page to page on occasion.
If I could code I’d pitch in and help. Heck, I’d learn, but the documentation is pretty sparse.
Mom: “We have CERN particle accelerator at home.”
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If this runs on Oracle we’re all gonna be just fine. It’s one of the slowest, clunkiest products ever made.
Sempervivum tectorum, we call it Chicks and Hens.
Fine life. Unforgettable voice. Rest in peace sir.
It’ll be unavailable on Sundays.
I hope he or she is better at straightening teeth than straightening vehicles.
maybe The Youths would sit up and pay attention.
Wow. A tornado needs to find its way there.
Nowadays? Depends on a whole set of indeterminate variables.
But odds point to tazing. arrest, something on that end of the spectrum.
A Catholic Christmas Eve Vigil (not Midnight - different kind of Mass).
The scene was thus: A strange-to-me Catholic church off of something and Capital in Milwaukee, near where my mom, not a religious person but a nice person, took me and my sis when Christmas happened to fall on our regular visitation weekend one particular year.
The priest spoke on and on, as fathers and Father tend to do. The readings familiar, unre(M)arkable, (L)ukewarm, Psalm verse, same as the first.
The Homily was delivered in the patented priestly monotonic nasally drone, the incense and insensitivity flowing too freely. The easily-employed white, gray-haired, “middle class rich”, Kohl’s-suited, stoic husbands stood, sat, knelt, genuflected, stood, knelt, stood, sat, stood, knelt, genuflected, prayed, sang-chanted, with their wives, who were fully guilt-jeweled for common marital slights, whether real or imagined, or who benefited from rich parents who left their ill-gotten legacies to their ill-raised, now boomer kids who have become reluctantly over-sexed wives. The department store credit cards tucked safely in their expensive clutch purses, these women were fully-prepared to wage full-out Karen-esque, post-Christmas sale consumerist war in the following post-holiday sales season.
Retail workers never stood a chance.
In short: The church was overheated, like hell hot, probably good prep for some of these people, and my not-Catholic mother was next to me trying to morally fix or better herself, or maybe she was trying to impress my sister and I, or, more than likely on reflection, trying to placate my very-Catholic dad and stepmom, but mostly I had been standing for what seemed like FOREVER, and my knees alternately locked and unlocked, and my youth-fitting suit that was too small but too expensive to replace at Kohls just yet sweltered me under imagined and real guilt, and the incense, and the droning, and the HEAT…
I was about 4 seconds from passing out when some stranger approached me and said “Hey, you don’t look OK. Let’s go outside now before you faint.” and I swear it’s the best religious experience I’ve ever had: A human being a human and taking pity on a young kid dealing with physical and emotional distress. I went outside and cooled off in the Midwestern December air. Soon after, my mom and sis came outside and we left in the beater car that smelt like gas if the heater was fully turned on, so we had to leave the freash air selector on and the slider control at no more than 3/4 quarters, but that’s OK because the A/C, which hadn’t functioned in many presidential election cycles, was fully-replaced by the December air, the religious experiment over.
I’m not at all religious but I hope that guy knows just what he did for us that night. We were faking faith, just trying to be good people, and the droning, heat, guilt, and THAT FUCKING CHRISTMAS INCENSE just did us in.
Lesson learned.
Pew or pew not - there is no die.
Still true though. I’m distro-agnostic, running the best whatever for the job at hand.
When I give a presentation at a conference about something technical, the question always comes up: “Why are you running that on so-and-so? $Distro is so much better…” and their whole train of thought deviates from the subject at hand.
Point is, the tool is the tool. If Fedora is the best option given our licenses and use scenario, I don’t need to hear about how much better xyz is and how we’re wasting money.
I just want xyz to work. I don’t need the distro wars to be a thing when I’ve got 6 other more important things to attend to.
Backblaze is a great backup solution. They publish drive stats and even show you the hardware they use.
https://www.backblaze.com/cloud-storage/resources/hard-drive-test-data
https://www.backblaze.com/cloud-storage/resources/storage-pod
We used to use Malwarebytes Corporate Edition at work.
One afternoon all of our web servers stopped responding to traffic on port 443. I could RDC into the servers, and I could ping them, but most traffic wasn’t being passed properly.
Despite not having made any changes, I did everything I could think of to get them to work. I tried moving them to different switches, different static IPs, Wireshark showed packets flowing, but no web traffic.
I left the office. It was around 8 PM and I had been banging my head on my desk trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
I came back around 10 PM, mind clear and stomach topped off. I worked a few more minutes, then heard the Outlook ding.
Mass email from Malwarebytes CEO. Bad update. Blocked all class B IP addresses by mistake (guess which class we used). Mea culpa. So sorry. New update fixes things.
I immediately uninstalled MWB CE and boom. Services restored.
The next week we got our licenses refunded by our VAR and we never used that product again.
Guys, guys, guys…I need the name calling, the insults, the strawman arguments, the DRAMA…what is this “Thanks” and “no problem” crap all about?
/s if it wasn’t obvious
Edit: Apparently one person doesn’t have a sense of humor. Yay!