Shouldn’t be hard for anyone from Europe. The EU already wants to monitor all the social media anyway. Plus age restrictions. The Aussie’s aren’t far behind either. And they have age restrictions now.

sudo is asking for permission. It’s su that is straight up pillaging.

Well, a terminal can be pure porn.

Those are cheap and rugged. I bought a reconditioned Chromebook Think Pad for $30. I want to put Linux on it. But I haven’t found my 'roundtoit yet.

The Distro Wars have already been raging for decades now.

Anime? Manga? Tentacle?

Whatever type it’s probably esoteric and somehow involves the command line.

I have walked in that shit, slipped in that shit, I have even fallen in that shit. Cow shit smells and tastes just as bad as the finest Bull shit. And that bullshit is mixed into that cow shit and the two can’t be separated. No matter how hard you try. And I ain’t dealing with any shit anymore for whatever time is left of my life.

But, I do like drinking my Daily Duck Shit. I have a cup of it right now. I love drinking my Daily Duck Shit and I always try to keep it on hand.

****For those that aren’t fairly deep into Chinese Oolong teas, Duck Shit, “Ya Shi Xiang”, is type of Dan-Cong Oolong tea. You can google Duck Shit tea and get at least one origin story. They are fun stories.

I’m not a doctor. I was a medic for 15 years. Generally we, (at least I did), always try to explain things if there is time. But the time I have to explain what’s happening and why can be in very short supply as a medic. Sometimes it’s an “Oh shit! We gotta go! We gotta go NOW!” moment. Plus it’s just you and me in the back. So I was often busier than a one handed milk maid at milking time and had very little time for pleasantries.

And doctors face their own time crunch. If you have ever paid attention to the scheduling your appointment, they are in 15 minute blocks. And then they need to be on to the next patient while trying to find the time to chart their encounter with you. There are few of them and an endless supply of patients. And they need to keep that assembly line moving. If they spent as much time with their patients as THEY would like, imagine how long you would be sitting in that waiting room. You better bring drinks and a sandwich. Possibly a blanket.

And there ain’t any medical system that has enough doctors anywhere on this planet either to make things better for the doctors or the patients.

Yep. Even as a mere medic, we are supposed to at least consider any woman from 9 to 99 could be pregnant. And it fast and easy to ask, assuming a responsive patient. The overwhelming number of times it didn’t play into my treatment plan doesn’t matter. All it takes is just one time to not consider it and someone can be severely injured or dead because I didn’t consider it. If I had any doubt about pregnant or not, I asked the patient straight up.

I’m good with Ol’ Rudy being nothing more than 4 wheel drive traction motor and then ending up as supper at some point.

But remember that Rudy WANTED to be a part of that elite team. You wanna be an elite team member? You need to be ready to do that level of effort and for the fire and smoke that can come from failure.

Languages are living things. And living things always change. Note the Great English Vowel Change. Even the Norwegian my Grandfather spoke and that I learned from him was virtually a dead language that modern Norwegians stopped using in the 1850s. And the English spoken in the UK is different than the American English I speak. Spanish spoken in Spain isn’t the same as someone from Mexico speaks.

And when conversing with someone, (in the language of your choice), the words you choose to use are defined by the context you use them in. Words can have multiple meanings, but it’s the context and tone clarifies those meanings. Consider all the meanings of the single word ‘fuck’.

But problems start with written words. And many people have poor written communication skills. It can be hard to parse meaning from poorly written words because there is little context and tone that comes through with a typed sentence.

We are all just baying at the moon like any pack. And hoping some understands us.

Oh, that’s easy. A liter is what you buy bottled water by and you buy soda pop in 2 liter bottles. Wine and whisk(e)y is 750ml bottles. It’s also the displacement of your car’s engine. Though we use cc’s for chainsaws and motorcycles, weird I know.

So Americans are well familiar with a liter.

And I don’t want any of your shit.

I grew up on dairy farm and it was one of my chores to shove the shit and then spread that shit nearly everyday. So I’ve had enough shit. I’m so done with that shit and the assholes it came out of. And I don’t need anyone giving me shit anymore either.

So you just keep your shit to yourself.

The slapping of the knee and the “Welp!” is just the start of the goodbye ritual. It only takes another hour, (sometimes longer), for the guest to actually go away. Since all parties will stand and visit in the home and then visit all the way to the car as everyone very slowly makes their way to the vehicle.

Once the guest actually gets into the car, you can then begin the final 30+ minute ritual of the leaving. And as the guests finally leave, the hosts must follow them down the driveway waving until the guests are out of sight.

(This is the abbreviated version)

“Heros” seldom are.

And real heros are getting very scarce.

So, what distro is commando?

The colors! My eyes! It’s not beige! /Jking

(Keep rocking the Arch)

If you are going to provide support to non-Linux users, I would highly recommend an immutable distro. Choosing something from Fedora or it’s clones will keep uneducated users from being able to mess with the underlying OS. Yet it allow users to install/uninstall software through flatpacks with no need of sudo and the risks it can bring. Updates can be set to automatic and they will never need to do updates themselves. And if something does go boom, then you can easily roll back on reboot to get a working desktop until you can fix things for them.

LFS is Hell.

There was a time I thought I knew how to Linux properly. I could compile kernels fearlessly. But I was wrong. So very, very wrong…

And Kinonite by extension. I updated and restarted because I like fresh kernels.

Don’t judge me, it’s my kink OK. In my sad, pathetic little white bread life in the middle of nowhere.