From: THE FIRST CITIZEN #101
When: 12:45p, 28-Nov-85
’Twas thanksgiv, and the pilgry knives,
Did hashenslacken with their blades.
All crimsy were the ended lives,
And the trimmytrees gave shades.
Beware the Jabberturk!
The gobble cry, the meat that’s white!
Wish well when nigh the Wishbone lurk,
And pray the carver you’ll not smite!
And so he took his Blackendecker electric knife in hand,
Ignoring all the rules of meter.
And rested he near the Cranberry,
And thought his thoughts so bland.
And hast thou stuffed thy chubby face?
Now come to me, my rotund boy!
Oh football game! Hee hee, hey hey!
He had a drink to show his joy.
’Twas thanksgiv, and the Nacirema,
Did consoomengooden all the day.
The TV raster fed their eyes,
Giving thanks for a special broadcast day.
’Twas thanksgiv, and the pilgry knives,
Did hashenslacken with their blades.
All crimsy were the ended lives,
And the trimmytrees gave shades.
Not Lewis Carroll.
Copyright © 1985 The First Citizen. Used by permission of the author.
Are there any podcasts that you never miss an episode of?
Submitted by Kadeeae.
Love me my Raven & Blues -- http://www.bfbs2.com/rnb.html
Open letter to the SF Bike Coalition:
The SF Bike Coalition needs to do more than condemn violence at Critical Mass. The time has come to condemn the event. It is a mob. It is a conspiracy to violate traffic laws. It is inherently violent. Condemn it now.
I was personally endangered by the scofflaws at Kearny and Sutter at the most recent CM. I resent and condemn all the cyclists who ran the red light, which was ALL the cyclists.
Critical Mass harms your cause, and will continue to harm your cause until you work vigorously to abolish it.
I am a pedestrian, and I vote.
See http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/04/08/BAG0SP504J1.DTL&feed=rss.news
All afternoon, there was a guy standing on the sidewalk opposite our office. He was high, or crazy, or both, and yelling incoherently. Then, as I was walking to Montgomery Station to catch a J car after work, he was at Kearny & Post, a block away from our office, getting arrested by one of the two traffic cops who stop traffic so the trolleybus can change lanes. He was addressing the police officer as "motherfucker," which did not seem to affect the arrest process at all.
Edit /etc/mail/hostname.submit.mc, and change
This:
FEATURE(`msp', `[127.0.0.1]')dnl
to this:
FEATURE(`msp', `[your.jail.ip.address]')dnl
==========
Jail HOWTO
==========
J=/usr/local/jail/00.00.00.101
mkdir -p $J
cd /usr/src
make installworld DESTDIR=$J
cd etc
make distribution DESTDIR=$J
cd $J
mount_devfs devfs $J/dev
ln -sf kernel dev/null # [Edit]: changed from this 9 April 2007: ln -sf kernel dev/null
---
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## /etc/mail/hostname.mc
DAEMON_OPTIONS(`Port=smtp, Name=MTA, Addr=sushi.example.com')dnl
DAEMON_OPTIONS(`Port=smtp, Name=MTA_localhost, Addr=127.0.0.1')dnl
DAEMON_OPTIONS(`Port=smtps, Name=TLSMTA, Addr=sushi.example.com, M=s')dnl
------------------------
---------------------
## /etc/ssh/sshd_conf
ListenAddress IP.OF.HOST.MACHINE
---------------------
---------------
## /etc/rc.conf
ifconfig_em0_alias1="inet 00.00.00.101 netmask 255.255.255.255"
## jail stuff
# general settings
jail_enable="YES"
jail_list="miso" # add to list for more jails
# jail specific settings for jail "miso"
jail_miso_rootdir="/usr/local/jail/00.00.00.101"
jail_miso_hostname="miso.example.com"
jail_miso_ip="00.00.00.101"
jail_miso_interface="em0"
jail_miso_exec="/bin/sh /etc/rc"
jail_miso_devfs_enable="YES"
jail_miso_procfs_enable="YES"
---------------
## Load the entropy for sshd
mount_devfs devfs /usr/local/jail/00.00.00.101/dev
jail /usr/local/jail/00.00.00.101 miso.example.com 00.00.00.101 /bin/sh
sh /etc/rc
exit
umount /usr/local/jail/00.00.00.101/dev
# Let 'er rip
/etc/rc.d/jail start
Show us a cool shadow.
This shadow is so cool, it includes a reflection!
What movie can you quote by heart?
Submitted by clamhead.
Harold and Maude. Best. Movie. Ever.
Harold: Maude, do you pray?
Maude: Pray? (beat) No, I communicate!
Harold: With God?
Maude: (beat) No, with life!
David invited me to join this thing. My own actual blog is languishing, so I don't know what I'll ever write here apart from "David invited me to join this thing." I adore David and have no idea why he called and left a voicemail apologizing for not having time to talk, given that it's, like, impossible for him to offend me. David is one of my favorite people, and I don't have a dozen of those.
David's right about one thing, this is the first decent WYSIWYG web editor I've ever seen.
Maybe, just maybe, I'll make this my reading list blog.

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