The maple tree just outside of the large window in our home office is bright red and orange, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the white walls and the wood floor. The wind is gently changing the colors, shapes, and outlines on the reflections, almost like a gentle rain shower of color and leaves. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and I took a few minutes to soak it all in.

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.

If this runs on Oracle we’re all gonna be just fine. It’s one of the slowest, clunkiest products ever made.

It’ll be unavailable on Sundays.

I’m in the same situation - started with the same printer, put money and parts into it to get it to be reliable, and now I can just login to Octoprint and send something with 99% of prints just working. I wipe the build plate down, blast it with a few squeezes of canned air, and it just works.

But now these kids and their Bambus and multi-color print abilities…get off my lawn. Seriously, kids, you’re in my light and I’m trying to get this hotend adjusted…

Stardate 4

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.

Same issues here. I love GOS but I need basic things like SMS/MMS/RCS to work, and right now they just don’t.

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

Did your computer lose its bios settings lately? Check to see if it’s set to ahci and not raid if using a single, non-raid disk.

You can try some of the suggestions at https://www.linuxquestions.org/questions/linux-newbie-8/how-can-we-fix-this-no-irq-handler-for-vector-4175692269/, too.

Good luck

It’s confirmed here on Firefox on instance daring.lemmy.fan. You should file a bug on the lemmy-ui GitHub.

Edit: If you don’t want to or whatever let me know and I will be happy to do so.

Gonna do some research/reading about this and I’m being objective.

Thanks for sharing and replying so quickly.

Would you mind posting a link where I can read more about this?

Try using 1.1.1.1 or 8.8.8.8 as the external DNS in your router for testing. Does it work then?

Also, you may have DNS cached somewhere. You can flush your Windows DNS cache by typing ipconfig /flushdns in a command prompt.

Lotito holds the record for the ‘strangest diet’ in the Guinness Book of Records. He was awarded a brass plaque by the publishers to commemorate his abilities. He ate his award.

I would expect nothing less.

There is some scientific research suggesting that the Milwaukee Protocol is ineffective and that the patient’s own immune response was mostly responsible for clearing the disease, as she presented with antibodies despite not having been vaccinated.