

The owner brought the TV to the ER, where we are now.
He/Him. Just another human.
The owner brought the TV to the ER, where we are now.
Apple tech is a prison just like any other cloud “the customer is the product” tech. The bars just happen to have a better UX.
Use Tailscale, for the most part it’s pretty transparent. As long as all the magic DNS stuff is setup correctly, I can access all my internal services by name and it just works.
A fellow greendale alum. Streets ahead!
Makes sense. It sure as shit didn’t have any real intelligence.
Olympic athletes are on strict diets. They no longer have such dietary requirements once they’ve won.
Seems presumptuous they use an 8 bit byte in middle earth. I’d expect more like 20 bits, but divided between men, elves, and dwarfs. Well, except one of those bits is the one true bit, having spooky control over the other bits. Clearly middle earth computation is quantum.
I use portainer behind tail scale. Easy management anywhere and no publicly available access.
Probably could have stopped that headline at the third word.
If Reddit is a mall for ideas, then Lemmy is more like an economy for ideas. Or many malls that are linked by an instant, intergalactic transport system. You know, I’d probably go back to malls if they had that.
… aaannnnddd… It’s canceled.
Yes. I used to do that when I had no other option. In my early days I managed to get a worm spread by a susceptible sshd in… red hat 5ish… don’t remember exactly. But the point being: keeping things secure is hard work. And even then it might not be possible.
These days I use tailscale and essentially never leave my internal network regardless of being directly connected to it or not.
Set it up with your own DNS server and tailscale’s ability to forward specific domains to your DNS server and it all just works.
Bill Murray would become stuck in time, forced to relive the same day for what could be decades or centuries. Slowly he’d use this time to become a better person, a kinder person, a person capable of both loving and being loved. Ultimately, he’d find reprieve in the arms of his soulmate.
Phil, the goddamned weather hamster would still have six more weeks of being dead.