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Dreamwidth

Posted [sticky post] on 2017.09.05 at 21:53
Current Location: 67114
Thirteen years on Livejournal, 12 of them on a Permanent Account, and I've reluctantly mirrored to Dreamwidth because, politics.

May you rot in hell you miserable sons of bitches.

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Conehead

Posted on 2019.06.20 at 08:33
Current Location: 67526
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To minimize the fattest of the cats from sucking down entire bowls of food, then creating moist chains of regurgitated, undigested gack 15-minutes later, I started buying IAMS hairball again (which actually works remarkably well) and GF researched anti-reverse-suckhole hardware, something I was not aware even existed - a deep, segmented bowl which minimizes how quickly fatty mcfat can transfer entire piles of whole kernels into her temporary staging area; a miracle of engineering how well this funny looking bowl actually works. We haven't had a slimy surprise in weeks.

Guess who can't place their head into a deep, segmented bowl? Conehead, that's who. Marko's cone of silence is a deterrent to many, otherwise cat-like activities, up to, and including, his snout getting anywhere close to cat food when it is at the bottom of a deep, segmented bowl. As a result I've been feeding him from something akin to a trough, which is basically the opposite of a slow-eating device; troughs are designed to deliver as much food as possible to the eater. Which is why we do NOT use the trough to feed our perpetually gacking cat.

So despite everything else surrounding Marko's care and (literal) feeding, we have Minerva The Large trying thwart my every effort for her own (weight) gain. When the trough is empty, Marko nimbly scoops individual kernels of cat food onto the floor to eat, one at a time. Being underweight due to his recent infection, I want him to eat MORE FOOD, so I put it in the trough. But I have to be quick! Because the moment he's done (and I don't always immediately notice), here comes down-with-the-fatness actually RUNNING to the trough in order to maximize her eating speed. I intervene, relocate the leftover food to the deep, segmented bowl, and before I know it...Marko is pulling out individual kernels of cat foot onto the floor once again, and the entire cycle restarts.

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Ellinwood, KS

Posted on 2019.06.07 at 09:51
Current Location: 67526
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https://www.ehowtonphotography.com/Ellinwood-KS

Adama Comic

Moral Universals, Moral Particulars and Tinbergen’s Four Questions

Posted on 2019.06.07 at 09:44
Current Location: 67526
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Fascinating! In this teaser article, they use a study of animal behavior to question Kohblerg's Development of Moral Reasoning :O (https://ehowton.livejournal.com/447571.html) Moral Universals, Moral Particulars and Tinbergen’s Four Questions

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A Beautiful Mind

Game Theory Applied to Morality

Posted on 2019.06.07 at 08:43
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Huge fan of Game Theory - I love seeing it being appropriately applied to morality. The majority of disagreements I find on social media are little more than dichotomous thinkers applying their subjective views as absolutes to complex scenarios without having even an elementary understanding of dichotomy, logic, application, subjectivity, perspective, complexity, or scenarios. Its an insurmountable shortcoming.

Is There An Objective Morality

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scp -scp to scp with scp

Posted on 2019.05.07 at 15:46
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I was today years old when I learned you need to force scp to use scp by using the goddamn -scp flag with scp to fix, "Fatal: Received unexpected end-of-file from server" In other news, are you fucking kidding me?

BSD

SMT restart

Posted on 2019.04.10 at 19:27
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Restart SMT
1.Restart the smt server by entering "rcsmt restart" into the root shell. This will also restart the http server apache on SMT 11/10, so that apache uses the new certificate.

NOTE: on SMT 12 SP1/2/3 servers run

systemctl restart smt.service

and

systemctl restart apache2

BSD

SLES Registration Cleanup

Posted on 2019.04.10 at 17:27
Current Location: 67526
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SUSEConnect --de-register
SUSEConnect --cleanup
rm -f /etc/SUSEConnect
rm -rf /etc/zypp/credentials.d/*
rm -rf /etc/zypp/repos.d/*
rm -f /etc/zypp/services.d/*

wget http://192.168.1.12/repo/tools/clientSetup4SMT.sh

./clientSetup4SMT.sh https://192.168.1.12/center/regsvc

zypper lr
zypper -n update -t patch
zypper update -t patch
reboot

Eric

Don't Ask Me To Think

Posted on 2019.03.25 at 21:15
Current Location: 67526
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Imagine you’re an average American; you drink beer in the garage and love watching sportsball on the flatscreen. You have a small collection of hand guns in your gun safe and you thank the Lord before every meal. You have a Highschool education, maybe some college, and you work hard for a living and pay your taxes just like every good American.

Suppose you were a "C" student in high school, maybe a low "B" and that job at which you make a living doesn't have anything to do with Constitutional law or International politics, nor did you minor in such during that college stint.

Now imagine the super rich are asked to pay half a percentage more of their billions to fund healthcare for all. Nothing in your life changes. Nothing. Ever. Not even the price of a stamp.

But you've got a pretty good understanding in the difference between Communism, Democracy, Oligarchy, Socialism, and Democratic Socialism, and can speak intelligently on the subject. Or you know, not really, but SOCIALISM = BAD because you respond to everything emotionally, like a Neanderthal without a fully formed cerebral cortex. Logic is one of those things which has always eluded you. Venezuela not Norway because reasons. Fox News reasons.

To add insult to injury, most of the services you currently rely upon, depend upon, and even demand, and possibly defended were once lauded as evil socialism by your father and your father's father. But that different somehow. Different in a way you believe is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT and therefore shouldn't be a part of the same conversation, even though you don't know why, can't explain why, and to be honest, conversations aren't really in your wheelhouse.

Well done, you. Well done.

BSD

Server Relocation

Posted on 2019.03.25 at 21:12
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Paravirtualization

Posted on 2019.03.22 at 18:17
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And just like that all my VMs do not work under VirtualBox because suddenly "Legacy" paravirtualization is the wrong (default) choice. Too bad I had to destroy a VM to discover this.

BSD

SMT Client Setup

Posted on 2019.03.22 at 15:18
Current Location: 67526
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zypper install smt-client

If the system is already sles12, you may have to de-register it with Suse before registering it to SMT

SUSEConnect --de-register

wget http://192.168.1.12/repo/tools/clientSetup4SMT.sh

chmod +x clientSetup4SMT.sh

./clientSetup4SMT.sh https://192.168.1.12/center/regsvc

(y) (y); (i) ignore the rest

SOMETIMES DE-REGISTER DOES NOT WORK, JUST RUN THIS INSTEAD:

SUSEConnect --de-register

SUSEConnect --cleanup

rm -f /etc/SUSEConnect

rm -rf /etc/zypp/credentials.d/*

rm -rf /etc/zypp/repos.d/*

rm -f /etc/zypp/services.d/*

Self Portait

Pre-War Paris

Posted on 2019.03.09 at 17:38
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Dreamed that Dorian and I were in the attic of our house in Ellinwood and she ran across a yellowed photograph of a famous bandleader adjacent a very young version of my mother at an outdoor bandstand. When she asked me about it I explained that famous bandleader was my great uncle. We decided to visit the historic bandstand, which was now the centerpiece in a History of Americana Music museum, inside an enormous casino nearby.

The bandstand was the centerpiece of the casino, having been built entirely around it where the old center square once stood. The place was so big in fact, we were on an indoor tram which drove us around the various sites within. Pulling up to the bandstand stop I told Dorian I'd like to spend some time alone there, so she took the tram to the shops as I disembarked, standing next to one of the museum employees as I took in the photographs and information about the historic bandstand, looking much like it did back in the days of my famous great uncle.

That's when the scene changed, and the museum employee and I were standing in the exact same spot, only outside in a sepia-toned scene, with all the walls and photographs surrounding the bandstand gone, replaced by an open field, and a suddenly very busy bandstand, which was standing adjacent a metal building with barn doors filled with an entire troupe of singers and dancers and stagehands all engaged in various activities and costumes. The museum employee and I suddenly realized we'd been transported to pre-war Paris, and they had no idea the horror about to befall them.

We donned the uniforms of the stagehands and tried to blend in helping with the sets and material movement without getting in the way of the men and women practicing their sets - it was all very busy. In the odd moments we had to ourselves, we were scouring newspapers for the date and trying to figure out how to alert those around us to the rising German threat.

Pre-war Paris was a such a carefree place, filled with laughter and gaiety that our whispered warnings were just laughed off as the local population continued to party endlessly without worry, but we were filled with dread not knowing how to get to our own time before the German invasion. I thought wistfully of Dorian, wondering what time looked like for her as we'd seemingly been here for months. The other stagehands had turned violet toward the museum employee and myself, often attempting to attack us with chains and knives during breaks - thankfully the museum employee and I always traveled together and seemed fairly adept at disarming our angry assailants, but the attacks were becoming far too common, and added unnecessary worry to our seemingly untenable situation.

I knew the end was near when a photograph of Hitler in a single-seat, diesel-punk armored transport (looking a lot like the open-wheel racers of that era) was circulating in the papers, dark goggles and all. He was calling it the future of a highly mobile military, he named it the Brennt.

I awoke knowing all was lost, and that history was indeed doomed to repeat itself.

Challenger

Parking Garage

Posted on 2019.02.26 at 10:16
Current Location: 67526

Dreamed I was in a high school parking garage driving, yes, my 1968 Dodge Coronet 440. The fact I may have been driving too fast notwithstanding, some kid pulled out in front of me driving an old, brown, Oldsmobuick. I swerved to miss him, hitting my brakes and the rear end slid around, impacting his car, which then crashed into someone driving a brand new Nissan 380Z, and that driver was NOT happy. Later we all collaborated on a psychology project and ended up bunking in the parking garage which, in retrospect, seems awfully odd.

BSD

Online Migration

Posted on 2019.02.25 at 10:46
Current Location: 67526
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# cd /etc/zypp/repos.d/

# sed -i 's/SP2/SP3/g' *

# for x in `ls`; do mv "$x" "`echo $x | sed "s/SP2/SP3/"`";done

# zypper lr

# zypper migration


Parks!

Anaheim, CA

Posted on 2019.01.31 at 15:50
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Daughter's been working concessions to help pay for BPA Nationals being held in Anaheim, CA this year. Gotta say, DFW was much closer! Good luck baby girl!

BSD

CLI *.vdi disk removal (also works with snapshots)

Posted on 2019.01.09 at 13:53
Current Location: 67114
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List of UUIDs for HDs and Snapshots:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> .\vboxmanage list hdds | more

Delete those motherfuckers:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> .\vboxmanage closemedium disk 5dc7f9f9-74a1-4e28-b2a4-ccd0cb3a7d25

To assign a UUID discovered in the error message when trying to start a VM or assign an HD to a VM:
C:\Program Files\Oracle\VirtualBox> VBoxManage internalcommands sethduuid "G:\VirtualBox VMs\VERITAS_VAR.vdi" 000607c1-b714-4e4f-90d0-e9d91e67edda

Camera Side

Militant

Posted on 2019.01.03 at 21:54
Current Location: 67114
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USAF

Mission

Posted on 2018.10.25 at 06:17
Current Location: 67114
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Dreamed Joe was a high-ranking officer in the Air Force, and needed to save his wife, which was going to require stealing some items from the General. We arrived on base, showed proper identification to enter, and proceeded to the hanger where the stuff we needed was being kept. In the supply office, Joe approached a diminutive man in uniform with large round spectacles for the paperwork required to remove items from supply, but once back in inventory placed something else - presumably far more valuable - in my briefcase.

Then it was time to complete this subterfuge by reporting to the General. I'd put on my old uniform, and while dated, was at least impressive with the number of ribbons I had for my low enlisted rank. Joe flirted appropriately with the General's aging secretary, as he always did, while she asked about his wife until the General strode in, where I snapped to attention as was befitting my rank. The General ordered me at ease, and while he was unaccustomed to Joe having an adjunct, didn't otherwise find the addition even remotely suspicions.

As Joe and the general chatted casually while I silently stood at ease behind Joe, an alarm sounded throughout the area indicating our exit. The General excused himself to discover the cause for alarm, and we quick-walked to Joe's blue 1990 Buick Century. He directed me to place the briefcase over three remote controls which were visible in the front seat to hide their presence while he quickly buckled into the passenger seat, imploring me to hurry, as the diminutive man from the supply office was approaching us rather determinedly. I quickly swung myself into the driver's seat but the diminutive man had reached the car and was fighting the door being closed. I finally won that battle, slamming the door shut, and speeding away though the base while all the gates started their auto-lockdown sequence.

A very calm Joe pointed at a specific gate we were to crash through, providing an exit from the base, and we were soon back in...Augusta, Kansas? Yep. We even drove by Joe's old house while he reminisced about the earlier days regretting absolutely nothing knowing he was going to spend the rest of his days behind bars due to the theft, but doing so at the credit of saving his wife.

And that's why I am up early.

Halloween

Halloween Eighteen

Posted on 2018.10.22 at 00:09
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