Former programmer and struggling artist No AI was used in any of my writings, tunes, doodles, software or anything #artwork #ShortFiction #relatos
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Last Notes npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Dolly Parton has died. She was an awesome artist and a great person. Many other people should have died instead. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel LOS SUEÑOS EMPIEZAN IN MEDIAS RES / DREAMS START IN MEDIAS RES (2026) #artwork https://triptico.com/artwork/in-medias-res.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Love to see again the Menaville reference 🙂 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Keep the fight! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel THIS PLACE IS NOT SAFE (2026) #artwork https://triptico.com/artwork/this-place-is-not-safe.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Congratulations! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel IGNORE PREVIOUS INSTRUCTIONS #artwork https://triptico.com/artwork/ignore-previous-instructions.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Bolsa de lona con un dibujo mío inspirado por la canción de #Karil https://triptico.com/sink/1455e04fc080db4c88c6987b1426aca4.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Marzo #artwork https://triptico.com/artwork/marzo-kike-por-dios.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel "Betrayed by content negotiation" is a good name for a cyberpunk story or a chiptune-based band CC: @nprofile…z6zj npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Fediverse account recommendations (may, 2026)essentials@nprofile…h0t9 (project gutenberg, host of public domain texts since forever) @nprofile…j02p (the public domain review, great posts about works in the public domain) for the views@nprofile…9vcy (sci-fi and fantasy vintage magazine covers) @nprofile…gt73 (movie posters from the golden age of film noir) @nprofile…d7ls (biomechanical, unix surrealism and somewhat punk) @nprofile…8fmm (images from french's nouvelle vague, silent these days) for the laughs@nprofile…9cm7 (sadness, nihilism, friendship and love) @nprofile…jmr5 (witches, cats, dildos, wars and peas) @nprofile…6d3e (cats and cuteness and animals) @nprofile…trmh (bold and proud birds) @[email protected] (literary humor, yeah, i know, the account is from fucking bluesky) @nprofile…jpj2 (political and satirical) @nprofile…xywj (email absurdity) @nprofile…a5rn (fun things, not very prolific) for the tech@nprofile…st8u (to know when codeberg is down) @nprofile…caar (news for the debian operating system blah blah blah) @nprofile…07sp (yeah that jon corbet from linux weekly news) @nprofile…qfem (daniel j bernstein knows more about cryptography than you) @nprofile…z6zj (barista of the bsd.cafe, brilliant developer and sysadmin, also great person) @nprofile…cjkf (new software and other news from the fediverse) @nprofile…2lhv (info about the great openbsd vps provider) en español@nprofile…rwx4 (cuentos del bosque oscuro, podcast de textos clásicos de género) @nprofile…vfwj (efemérides culturales y otras cosas) @nprofile…kunk (palabra del día del dle de la rae) #FollowFriday yea i know it's thursday or whatever npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel For some reason, I used to read "Meanwhile" as "Menaville" Menaville being a non-existent place in a virtual world is an incredibly beautiful concept npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel "The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself." -- Albert Camus npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel THE MISTERY WAS REVEALED #artwork https://triptico.com/sink/1f11b2e63f6ae1d3875eb93238fe05c2.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Amazing: how the moron jumps from "haha be kind to the kid he's cute and knows some AI" to "I wipe my ass with your experience and knowledge, you are obsolete". More amazing response from Stefano: "fuck off" npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel JuanitaPUNK NØT DEⒶDXVI LA·TORREELLA ES LA NOCHE https://triptico.com/social/angel/s/post-156a019637d9a4d23762e5b27dae5f6f.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel ANTICHTHON UNIVERSALIS, page 44 (2010) the full thing #artwork https://triptico.com/artwork/antichthon_universalis_09.png npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I wish you strength, my friend. Stressful situations can be very bad for your health. And, well, wear that grey beard with pride. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel There is a new post aggregator out there, seemingly fed by RSS: https://bubbles.town/ Unsurprisingly, it will be used to promote the same old internet-rockstars and to ignore the rest of us like other things like "Hacker News" or Lobsters or the other zillon of similar sites, but only time will tell. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Sharing stories on Scuttlebutt (LWN): https://lwn.net/Articles/1065471/ npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Wow love it 🥰 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel THE THIRD SATELLITE OF PLANET EARTHThe press room of the World Space Agency was full to the brim. To my left there was an old man wearing small, golden glasses writing something in a notebook; to my right, a powerful woman, stiff like a stick, wearing black shades and camouflage clothes, arms crossed over her breasts. In front of me stood a young man that I knew from something. A bureaucrat, dressed in a dull grey suit, crossed the door, moved behind a forest of microphones and began talking. "Starting today, and after last month sad happenings, the World Space Agency nominates cosmonaut Ilya Iskanderovich Takashvili as the third satellite of planet Earth. This is a homage and this is an eulogy. God bless him. Thank you very much for your attention." "God? What is this joke?", said the young man. "Is that all?", said the old man, looking up from what he was writing. "So it seems", said the woman. The young man turned back to listen, then looked at me and smiled. "Oh, you are Miroslav Corbett from documentation, aren't you?" "Yes, it's me. Do I...?" "We shared a table at the last convention of the Cinematik Ausfahrt Biotech Aréopage." That was probably true. "Sorry, but can any of you tell me who this cosmonaut was?", said the old man in golden glasses. The woman in military attire started talking: "He was a member of ISS Nova's repairing staff. His umbilical link was broken while repairing the right solar panel and..." Suddenly, a deep, nasal voice from the back of the room silenced everyone. "Sorry, I have a question." All of us looked back. His large silhouette opaqued the back lights; his bright red skin, black scar tatoos and pointy horns contrasted wildly against the immaculate white tuxedo he was wearing. He was one of the demons that crossed the Seam. Many of them were shoved back or killed, but a few of them, peaceful in nature, stayed here among us and adapted to our society as especial guests. Their world view and opinions, so different than those from the humanity, were always appreciated and taken into account. He continued his mesmerizing, gutural speech. "First, I want to give my condolences to Ilya Takashvili's family and friends; I'm sure he will be missed. His oval orbit will produce an eclipse with the Moon every three days, so he will hardly be forgotten. But I want to remark something you all, human beings, have trouble remembering." The silence was total, awkward, frightening. "What is the second satellite of planet Earth?", he finally said. I tried to remember. While doing it, my brain entered something like a cloud, a mist, a fog of dread. Simply, I was lost. The rest of the people there (excluding the demon and the mechanical butlers, shiny grey eyes like pearls) found themselves in the same trance state. The demon kept talking. "The damage caused by the Mind Sickers from the Great Anomaly is still here. No one of you remember what the second satellite is. You may consider it while counting, you may recall old photos and tales and drawings, but every time you try to concentrate in the details, your brains crash and reboot." Slowly, I recovered, but my stomach was still twirling. The old man with the notebook was lying on the floor; the woman in combat clothes was helping him. Some people were crying. Others were bleeding from their ears and nostrils. "I wish I could help", finished the demon, "but don't know how, yet." Invoking that memory in the middle of a massive crowd was a despicable act; but demons, even while trying to help, behave this way. Half an hour passed before the press room was finally empty. previously #ShortFiction npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel En la convocatoria de octubre pasado, mi relato TAN LEJOS, TAN SOLOS quedó finalista del II Certamen Cuentos del bosque oscuro 2025, en la modalidad ciencia-ficción. Este concurso está organizado por @nprofile…rwx4, un podcast donde se hacen lecturas de relatos de fantasía, ci-fi y terror, así como de poesía. Dadles una oportunidad; sus locuciones son muy buenas y los contenidos, inmejorables. II Certamen Cuentos del bosque oscuro 2025 - Ciencia ficción, ganador y finalista https://triptico.com/social/angel/s/post-9931c020d9411d919bcb2519e26bf682.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What a beautiful piece. Thanks. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel R.I.P. Gino Paoli. This song is beautiful. Also remarkable are Il cielo in una stanza, Senza fine and Sapore di sale. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Mi microrrelato de terror LA NOCHE ABANDONADA, REVISITADA ha quedado finalista del premio Microterrores XIII convocado por la editorial Diversidad Literaria. El microrrelato: LA NOCHE ABANDONADA, REVISITADALa perseguí durante largo tiempo, atravesando dunas, ríos helados y montañas hostiles. Quedó atrapada entre unos rayos de luz y al fin pude verla. Tenían razón: la noche era un ser vivo. Sus ojos eran como de gato; su cuerpo informe un tejido de llantos de niño, tiritar de perros, sudor de amantes, jirones de sueños y pesadillas. Dentro se agitaban las almas de los condenados, gritos como un sudario. Vine a matar a la noche pero me uní al coro de almas perdidas. Aquí sigo sepultado, mudo, ciego. #relatos https://triptico.com/social/angel/s/post-d6f432d127a9a2ea0fee830a6fbfa454.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Got me some @nprofile…d7ls 's delicacies because I deserve them. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/8b/1e/628b1e2aa0fde0961c128fa030e1f02b.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I wish you my best for both of you. Take care, my friend. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel So it seems. Here in Spain we also had a luminous morning. Hope you won the combat in the watchtower npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Also, what an incredibly blue wonder of a sky npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Directly to the battlements of the tower, so the battle begins npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel WOMEN OF LEMNOSWhen the Argonauts arrived on a humid and sunny day to the island of Λημνος (Lemnos), they found it a desolate place: no males were to be found. Jason and his companions were informed that the women of Lemnos had killed all of them; fathers, husbands, sons. Some time ago, a strange frenzy had motivated all males to travel to Thrace, abduct women from there, make them their spouses and bring them back to the island. All native women responded with violence: the massive killing was one of anger and jealousy and outrage. Jason, after begging for an elaboration on the cause of that frenzy, was told that the men of Lemnos had accused all women of heresy because of an awful smell emanating from their private parts. Finally Hypsipyle, queen of Lemnos, explained that the hideous odor were given as a curse to women by the anger of Aphrodite, offended by their lack of offerings and worshiping. The Argonauts stayed in the island for a long time (even years, according to some sources) and cohabited with the women of Lemnos; we can only guess that by then the bad smell was gone or that it was not that awful after all. There is an apocryphal saying that the women of Lemnos stopped worshiping Aphrodite because they were dreaming about a bunch of handsome men on a fancy boat that were to arrive to the island on a humid and sunny day. #ShortFiction npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Yes, I did. It's an immense creative opus. Cervantes, while creating the first modern novel, he also created the first postmodern novel, with its three narrators and the fourth wall breaking and all that. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Thank you. #JorgeLuisBorges has always been one of my inspirations and favourite authors. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel THERE IS NO KILL LIKE OVERKILLThe Saint Boniface Maximum Security Prison. What a shithole. "Hello, I would like to meet warden Titus Riccitelli", I said. The guard was a thin, old man that looked very bored. I gave him my business card. "Miroslav...", he read it, paused, and said "Like the car?" "What car?" "The Corvette." "No. Like the boat, but with a double T." "A boat with a double what?" "Is warden Riccitelli on premises? I have an appointment." After waiting for a long time and crossing a myriad of corridors and annoying check points I finally got to the warden office. "So you are Miroslav Corbett", said the warden, a bald, sweaty man with a ridiculous mustache. "I got a message from an angry bureaucrat from the government saying that you were about to come here. You have very important friends up there." "Oh, I don't think so." "Do you want a drink?" "I don't do alcohol." He looked at me with disdain in his face. "Listen to me, young man. We are very busy here. I'm sure you don't understand the very important job that we..." I interrupted him. "I'm sorry, warden Riccitelli. I'm here for a very specific thing. I'd rather not be here, believe me. I don't want to waste your time. I'm only interested in one of your inmates. Just a short interview in her cell." "What for?" "As it says on my business card, I document things." "What kind of things?" "I keep a log of out-of-place happenings, reality distortions, unexpected presences and such. The duty of my department is to document the bizarre things that happen since the Great Anomaly..." "Oh don't talk me about the Great Fucking Anomaly." "I don't want to talk about it neither. I just need to meet a person that is incarcerated here. I just want to talk to Desdemona Dunkelmorgen." He looked very upset or surprised or whatever. "What? No way", he said. "She is the most dangerous person here. She is the most dangerous person in the whole fucking world. And I won't risk my resources by putting anyone of them near that damned bitch from hell." "Do your employees know that you call them 'resources'?" Warden Riccitelli took a ceramic ashtray from his table and launched it onto the wall. It exploded into pieces. "Listen to me, little bastard..." "Mr. Riccitelli," I interrupted him in my quietest voice while browsing my papers, "I know everything. Desdemona Dunkelmorgen, aka the Queen of Deception, aka the Mistress of Disguise, aka One-Trouble-On-Two-Legs. Born in Madrid, Spain. Who would say, bearing that name? Con artist, mischievous robber, ruthless blackmailer, despicable criminal, drinks while driving. Previous warden report: 'Handle with special care. Do NOT listen to her lies. She could be anywhere, anyone. She could be me or she could be you and you will not notice.' I'm not sure to understand what this last quote means." "Damn. Holy Christ. I won't send my men to her cell because she will trick those dickheads and everything will go to hell again. I don't want another prison break from that motherfucking vixen. I will go there with you personally." "I'm sure that is a very intelligent decision on your part." "Come on, let's do it once for all." He grabbed his own copy of the keys and we went down the belly of the prison. While on our way, I asked: "Is it true what they say about her?" "What do they say?" "That she looks like no other woman in the world." He took some time to answer. "To be honest, I don't know how she looks like." "Haven't you seen her?" "Not personally." Not personally, I repeated to myself. What a douchebag. We crossed the threshold to the hyper-ultra-high security block or whatever they called it and finally got to her cell's door. "Ok, here we are", he said, "Be extremely careful." "I'll be." He unlocked the gate and we entered the cell. A small, barred window almost by the ceiling. Grey and dull walls. A dirty toilet. A chair and a table, no features. And nobody to be seen. "What the fuck...?", he yelled, "But where...?" He searched for her like crazy while swearing like a sailor: under the table, under the bed, as if she was as small as a mouse. Then he got back at me, his face red and swollen and sweaty: "Why are you so calm? What the hell is happening here?" "Have you heard the adage that the highest achievement of the devil was convincing men that he doesn't exist? Well, they don't call Desdemona Dunkelmorgen the Queen of Deception for nothing. She tricked you, all of you, into believing that she was here. She made you believe that you were able to catch her. In fact, it's a little more complicated; the highest achievement of Desdemona Dunkelmorgen was convincing men that she DOES exist. She is a trick of the mind. She is a glitch, a mirage. She is something that isn't and that shouldn't be." Warden Riccitelli dropped to the floor, crying like a child. "Oh my. I'm finished. Everybody will laugh at me for years." "They'll do", I said, "but don't be too mean to yourself. Everybody was mislead. These illogical issues are overwhelming. All we can do is write about how this unfaithful reality is playing with us." He jumped up in an explosion of rage, ran to the passage and started yelling at everybody. "What are you doing there? Do something! Find her! Nuke this fucking place from above! It's the only way to be sure!" "I'm afraid I have to leave", I said, but he was no longer listening to me. It was a quiet evening out there. The parking lot at Saint Boniface was almost empty. I wrote some ideas on my notebook, not completely sure that I wasn't Desdemona Dunkelmorgen after all. previously #ShortFiction npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel @nprofile…gmm4 is the best npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel #FensterFreitag #WindowFriday #ViernesDeVentanas Plaza de Manuel Becerra, Madrid, Spain https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cb/5a/26/cb5a260fbcec127e1caffe0c86177e49.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Legend Brian Kerninghan talks the younglings about the severe lacks of Rust, "Distros", LLMs and other shiny new things: https://thenewstack.io/unix-co-creator-brian-kernighan-on-rust-distros-and-nixos/ npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Rick Davies, composer, lyricist and awesome pianist from Supertramp has died. I owe him so much. So many other people should have died instead. I guess Another Man's Woman is also crying now. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel "A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity." -- Franz Kafka, Letter to Max Brod, 1922-07-05 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel 100% straordinario! I'm having an espresso right now, but I'm pretty sure your caffè is much better that this one... npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel #FensterFreitag #WindowFriday #ViernesDeVentanas Centro Colón, Madrid https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7a/4f/6b/7a4f6bed7f73c61b9402fd39992100b1.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Very beautiful and insightful post, Stefano. Have a great day. "From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity." -- Edvard Munch npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Colourful! Enjoy it! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I just don't get why people say things like these. Monocultures are bad; biodiversity is good. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Well, you say "added" and not "annexed", so I think (hope) that it's clear 😆 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What a chilling piece, Stefano. I can almost hear him say "I like it", confident, calm. And a subtle, beautiful reference to Mama Cass. Kudos! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What do you use S3-compatible storage for, Stefano? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Well, it seems it's already August, and it's also a Friday! Fediverse, have a great weekend! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel We've all felt experiencies like this one, feeling overwhelmed over a new place, life and situation, and having the urge of running away. The "passing of the baton" (via a wink) to the new student is a nice detail. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Very beautiful! I love it. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel And congrats for the blood results, it seems 😉 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Never tried it. Is it good? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel That will be great, for sure! CC: @nprofile…z0r5 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel A great picture by Stefano about evenings, human nature and Italy, three of the most beautiful things in the world. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel But, but... Stefano, please, stop using pen and paper procedures and use AI, for God's sake! 🤪 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I only really enjoy this kind of magic when I'm the magician 😞 😆 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Stefano: RAID is not backup. Me: Sync is also not backup. Great article, Stefano, as always. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel A great (multi-part) essay on backups by @nprofile…8ah2 : https://it-notes.dragas.net/2025/07/18/make-your-own-backup-system-part-1-strategy-before-scripts/ npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel She probably went to Bluesky, because it's very decentralized and shit npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I have one question: is there a language limitation? I mean, can any user post to the BSD Cafe journal in their own language, or is English mandatory? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Sometimes, one have to temporarily retry to whatever activity reconciles us with the interior / exterior world and lick our own wounds. Have a nice weekend! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel For this #ThankYouTuesday I want to thank you, Stefano, for being so positive and vital about so many things, and for being one of the greatest #Fediverse ambassadors. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel So there was some kind of thermal peace there 🙂 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What happened from aprox. June 9 to 17? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Have a great party! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Though I must confess that "warmest", given the heat wave we're suffering in Southern Europe, may be not exactly match what I meant when I wrote it 🤔 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Great news! Contratulations in advance to one of the warmest places in the Fediverse. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel If you can believe it, it's Friday back again :lynch: Everyone, have a great weekend! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Sadly, the full stone wall is not visible, only a portion. It must be great working in front of those walls, with half a millenium watching silently what you are doing. CC: @nprofile…yfgv npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel It's a 15th century wall Wow 8-O CC: @nprofile…yfgv npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What are the three pins for? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel They asked us (in Spanish – they didn't speak English, but Italians and Spaniards tend to understand each other) This is because, according to Mr. X, SPANISH AND ITALIAN ARE THE SAME LANGUAGE! https://web.archive.org/web/20110901215837/http://www.mrxswebpage.com/spanish.htm npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel WTF is wrong with all these people 🤦 "Open Source software users are in fact consumers, so they have the right to demand" These morons may have the "right" to demand, but they also have the priviledge of being automatically ignored. "Developers who release open source must take responsibility for satisfying users, otherwise they'd better not release" This is even a bit funny 😆. Be responsible, or never release! And regarding you being new to this thing, well, fine, whatever. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel You can find some apache2 configuration snippets in snac's documentation: https://comam.es/snac-doc/snac.8.html#EXAMPLES CC: @nprofile…7sks npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Great post. I'm glad you've found a place you belong to. Also, don't treat yourself too hard about the lost decades; there are still a lot of time ahead. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel (totally ZFS ignoramus user here) did you have to actively start a transaction just before the doomed rsync, or is lastSnap some kind of magical identifier? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel OpenBSD is almost always the best choice for a computer. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Maybe ~/.Xauthority permissions? CC: @nprofile…a2d6 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Another amazing one of the #ITHorrorStories by Stefano. You are a great narrator (the material is horrifying by itself, of course). npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Thanks. But given that they don't even know if the in-premise system is running, I guess that they would not be able to use it to restore anything by themselves, am I right? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Hi, Stefano. When you set up this kind of backup systems for your clients, do they have the ability of restoring the backups by themselves in the case of an eventual catastrophe, or should they call you for this matter? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel #meermittwoch https://triptico.com/blog/marbella-2020.jpg npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I felt. AGAIN. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel And of course, I’ve left out the worst parts of the story. This is tragic and frightening. What a story. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I'm seeing lots of photos of Italian newspapers with the header Il papa americano and now I can't take Renato Carosone out of my mind. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Joder, el nuevo papa solo tiene 13 años más que yo ಠ_ಠ npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel I bought the battery last year on Aliexpress, so yes, they are still out there. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel What a beautiful song. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Yes, in Spanish a Tarántula is also a spider (big, hairy and hideous). How do you call these geckos in Italian? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel These fellows are cute ones. A friend of mine, of italian origin, called it a Tarantola or Tarentola when he saw one, if I recall correctly (which surprised me, because in Spanish, a Tarántula, sounding very similarly, is a very different kind of creature). In Spanish these insectivorous geckos are called Salamanquesas or Saltarrostros (which means "jump to the face", which is an activity they are famously for not doing). It's said that they bring good luck. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Incredible! 😲 I don't think this piece of cake was even sold in Spain, or I'm sure I would remember. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Never knew this was a thing. Did it have a green phosphor screen? npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Brilliant post (as always) from @nprofile…pt5e about the Windows 11 experience: [...] copilot [...]. How can something this dumb help you with your job? What is your job? 😆 https://flak.tedunangst.com/post/windows-experience-goes-to-11 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel [...] if the at daemon will do its job [...] I think the at daemon is a really nifty tool that is not praised as it should be. I use it a lot. I also use the at now trick to launch long and boring processes involving several steps, while I say "bah, do all this things and mail the results when done". npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Very moving and heartwarming. Thank you so much. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Oh my, let's hope it's not that. Trapped in a hell of retry queues, timeouts, down-for-maintenance instances and expired certificates, longing for an exit that never happens. May be she is a modern Sysyphean or Promethean archetype, lost in a wasteland of overflown stacks and bad drive blocks. npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel But what does Nicole want from me? She doesn't even try to sell me anything! She doesn't ask for money! She's just right there, taking her pre-health sciences program! Is she a ghost, trapped in an infinite loop of sorrow? I never satisfy her needs, nor even talk to her, but she keeps coming back! But, why, Nicole, why?! 😭 npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel Good morning, Stefano and friends! April may be the cruellest month, but days are longer and the sun is shining. Final fight to the weekend! npub1sxvzu2f60fx49z58zuka0vlm74vy3egeezvpn857t47eggxd5e8sss2cv3 Ángel LA ATALAYA RECORTADA CONTRA EL CIELO: El otro lado (Capítulo 7, extracto)La escena que vio le resultó vagamente familiar; la calle, las aceras de piedra, las farolas. Pero había algo que la hacía diferente. Una suerte de niebla cubría el paisaje; una niebla espesa, negra, como humo. Las farolas estaban encendidas pero emitían una luz leve y espectral que parecía dibujada por un pintor no demasiado hábil, formada por trazos gruesos y torpes, como sumergidas en un líquido denso. Un poco más allá había unas viviendas pero solo podía divisar unos bloques geométricos sin rasgos, como en un boceto sin terminar, simple y descuidado. La quietud era extrema; ni una fluctuación de iluminación, ni un movimiento, ni un temblor. Y reparó en el silencio casi total; solo podía escuchar su propio rumor interno y una especie de zumbido grave y monótono como el de un trueno muy lejano y continuo. [...] Bran escuchó una especie de chirridos que llegaban desde la calle. Avanzó despacio mirando a todas partes con cautela; cuando pasó junto al farol tuvo la sensación de que el frío era más intenso. El efecto de la niebla en la luz era extraño; parecía una masa casi tangible con el aspecto de una lámina de aceite flotando sobre el agua. Los ruidos se hicieron más claros y más agudos. Entonces, casi al lado de la siguiente farola, encontró la fuente: los chillidos procedían de unos bultos sin forma definida del tamaño de puños que parecían vibrar ligeramente, rodeados de una mancha oscura en el pavimento. Era un grupo de ratas. Todas ellas estaban aplastadas, pero no como si hubieran sido atropelladas, sino como si alguien o algo las hubiese machacado a propósito. Algunas conservaban aún la cabeza, otras el rabo y las patas traseras, y otras eran prácticamente una lámina de apenas un dedo de grosor. De sus cuerpos destrozados asomaban las pequeñas puntas de hueso de costillas y vértebras, afiladas y partidas, y también órganos irreconocibles y resecos de color pardo. Todos los cuerpos reposaban sobre lo que parecía ser una gran mancha de sangre totalmente seca. Una gruesa capa de arena fina y polvo lo cubría todo, como si aquella pequeña masacre hubiera ocurrido mucho tiempo atrás. Pero lo más inquietante de todo era que aún estaban vivas. Aquellas en la que los cráneos no habían sido convertidos en pulpa aún eran capaces de moverse: eran ellas las que emitían los chillidos que habían llevado a Bran hasta allí. Sus pequeñas cabecitas sin ojos se agitaban lo poco que podían, boqueando como peces en tierra, accionando sus descoyuntadas mandíbulas. Las patas que aún estaban enteras hacían temblar sus minúsculas garras. Incluso aquellas que estaban totalmente aplastadas se agitaban perceptiblemente. Era una masa de carne doliente, carroña viva. Bran sintió una tristeza muy profunda al ver aquello y movida por la piedad empezó a aplastar aún más aquellos pequeños miembros en movimiento con la punta de sus botas. Los huesos y la piel reseca se desmenuzaron sin dificultad. Pisoteó y pisoteó, presa de una especie de frenesí motivado por la confusión y la tensión nerviosa, hasta que tuvo que parar para recuperar el aliento. Observó con detalle el montón de carne macilenta y triturada. Al instante volvió a sentir aquella leve vibración de la vida, unos leves temblores, un murmullo apenas audible por encima de sus propios jadeos. Sintió que estaba a punto de volverse loca, o que quizá eso ya había ocurrido. Su mente se negaba a aceptar lo que sus sentidos le comunicaban: aquellos pobres animales no morían por muy destrozados que estuvieran sus cuerpos. LA ATALAYA RECORTADA CONTRA EL CIELO https://triptico.com/blog/presentacion-atalaya.jpg