92!
Stderr
All the unbuffered error messages
92!
Use it? I can’t even pronounce it!
Coming home and finding your house a smouldering wreckage, burned down to the foundation – that’s not what happened to me. For some reason, though, I dread it; it’s why I have a whole mental check-list I run through before I depart and arrive, walking down the list of systems that need to be turned off (or on) when I am home or away.
I landed at Washington, Dulles around 8:00pm last night and hit the road for the 3hr drive back up to the farm. So (allowing for bathroom and drink breaks) I got home around midnight, roared into the dark and dust called “my driveway” and up to the house, to be greeted by this:
Meanwhile, there are occasionally signs that the effort is paying off. Security hasn’t been too bad but it’s had its #MeToo moments and the conferences used to have “booth babes” and a lot of “locker room talk.”
Don’t worry, I won’t post pictures. I woke up this morning and felt something on my scrotum that did not belong there.
Information Security practitioners aren’t used to getting political; so there was apparently a small but vocal stream of nationalists complaining to the conference organizers by the time I was done.
If there are no civilians, there can be no “civilian casualties” in the assassination war the US is waging worldwide.
The tactical needs of Americans continue to boggle my mind. Given the way many of us buy tactical gear, you’d get the impression that we are in a constant state of being attacked.
Although, if I understand it correctly, it’s a monument to autocracy: “everyone stop fighting because if you keep it up you’ll die.” It’s not the best argument for peaceful resolution of political division but I guess it works.
I thought I’d make a bunch of soap busts to mail out along with the chocolate donuts and cookie-soaps that I just made. But, I managed to get a problem known as “soap seize.”