You know, strand a wacky crew on a Mars base with some goofy passengers… I’d probably watch it.

When people ask me why I like Linux, my go-to reason is my main personal machine. I use it for everything I do outside of work, including running my Emby server.

I built it from $500 worth of parts 13 years ago. I’ve kept updating the os and applications. It’s starting to slow down a bit after the last os upgrade, but it’s still plenty usable.

I am getting concerned about the spinning platters. As far as I am aware, Linux won’t prevent an ancient hard disk drive from reaching the natural end of is life.

It’s probably time to move on to a new machine. Well, new motherboard, CPU, RAM, and disks at least.

I still prefer Kermit’s version.

not the name of the software/company, but rather some sort of advanced DDOS-like attack

As we’ve discovered, both can be true.

On Friday, as we were running around the hospital where we work trying to get every computer working again, we were following the work-around to rename the Crowdstrike folder under C:\Windows\system32\drivers to “bad-CrowdStrike”.

When my coworker was typing the rename command, instead of typing “cro TAB”, he started typing “clo TAB”. He’d ask me why it wasn’t finding it, and I’d point out the typo.

I started saying, it’s not “CloudStrike”, it’s “CrowdStrike”.

By the end of the day, we were both a little loopy. I started typing “CloudStrike”, and cursing him out for screwing with my head. By the end of the day I wasn’t sure what it was either.

CloudStrike

CrownStrike

ClownStrike

It occurred to us that CrowdStrike is an absolutely terrible name. It sounds like a terrorist attack. Of course, it felt like one on Friday.

Years ago I saw an article about a robot designed to hunt and kill insects as a healthier pest control mechanism in farming. That robot would put the insects into a hopper where they would be converted to fuel to run the robot.

I figured it wasn’t going to be too long before they’d be eating us.

I’m not sure how you reached the conclusion that they don’t have wood to gnaw on. They do.

Just one?

Well, if you had more than one, you’d find that they are all different, with different personalities, and you wouldn’t be so quick to assume you know all guinea pigs because of your experience with your sole pig.

Guinea pig bites are the worst.

It’s not the force of the bite, although it does hurt (they bite through wood after all). It’s the humiliation from having one of the most fragile, easy to kill pets decide that it can express its displeasure by biting your hand.

Damn little meat potato. The only reason you can even bite me is because you’re so damn fragile I can’t risk dropping you. Also, the reason I’m holding you is to trim your nails because you don’t wear them down naturally since you live your entire life on padded flannel blankets. Where do you even get off having displeasure to express?

If you weren’t so damn cute, you’d be on the grill.

So is the pond in my yard that I created 25 years ago, but then neglected for most of the last 10 years a swamp or a marsh?

There’s not a lot of woody crap growing in it, but there is a tree that sprouted at one end that I’ve been trying to kill.

Came here looking for this.

I came here looking to see if anyone would point out that they are toy animals, not real ones.

Eyelash bugs.

On the 90’s TV show Wings, there was a character, Roy Biggens, whose birthday was on Feb 29th, and his parents were dicks, so they only let him celebrate on Feb 29th. So, in the show when he was turning 40 years old he had a 10th birthday party with all the shit a 10-year-old would want.

“Ooo… This is neat. I want it.”

“Ooo… That one is neat too. I want it.”

Bam! Now you’re a collector.