Ángel
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Comprar LA ATALAYA RECORTADA CONTRA EL CIELO (editorial Libros del Futuro)
Sinopsis:
Bran tuvo una adolescencia complicada, y su vida adulta no es mejor. Una sucesión de pérdidas familiares, una gran cicatriz en la cara y sus circunstancias personales han forjado en ella una personalidad esquiva.Y como si fuera una maldición añadida, la protagonista hereda y debe hacerse cargo de una casa familiar, epicentro de buena parte de las desgracias que se abatieron sobre sus seres queridos.
Una visita a la enmohecida y arruinada vivienda, ubicada en un pequeño pueblo madrileño, sumergirá a Bran en una travesía angustiante por túneles oscuros, estancias claustrofóbicas y seres terroríficos.
they killed god and replaced her with an autocomplete and a subscription model and the devil does not haunt this world anymore because our souls are no longer worth taking
Of course, there is the possibility that what I write here is not interesting, at least for those listening.
CC: @obrien_kat@mastodon.world @liaizon@wake.st @stefan@stefanbohacek.online
@pkw I get the same feeling with things like Rust and Bluesky as well. Yes, they are probably better than mainstream alternatives, but they are also massively complicated and still run by all the same kinds of people with the same kinds of agendas
Simplicity should be the objective, so that we never end up in a situation where a small group holds a monopoly on important software
I.e., Dillo and Links are far more revolutionary than Servo, because they are trying to actually change the web
A pale, thin woman opened the door. She was in his forties. Long, dark hair. Watery eyes.
"Hello, I have an appointment with Mr. Brown", I said, showing my business card.
She took a look at the small cardboard piece and read: "Miroslav Corbett — Documentalist". She seemed sleepy and out of focus. "I... I thought it was Corbet with only one T."
"It's a common mistake", I said. "Are you Mrs. Brown?".
"Yes. Oh, please, come in."
She invited me to a wooden chair by a table. On it there were some cups, a coffee jar and a small dish with cookies. An old record turntable was playing some awful trumpet jazz tune.
A man in a worn sweater entered the room. He also looked tired, a red stubble, his skin like old paper.
"Mr. Brown, I suppose", I said. "This is Miroslav Corbett. I came to speak about your son."
"Oh", he said, "which one? Are they in trouble?". His face looked sincerely concerned.
"Not yet as far as I know", I said, "Are they at home?"
"Oh yes. Do you want me to... eh... bring them here?"
"If you please", I said while taking a cookie. It tasted like dust.
"Mr. Corbett,", she said, "in your card says that you are a documentalist. What are the matters you usually document?".
"I document... oddities. You know, during the Great Anomaly, many fissures happened in the reality fabric. Some of them were not totally fixed and sometimes creatures and inaccuracies still permeate to our world. My work is to write about them."
"Oh", she said, "do you suspect that...?"
The man entered back into the room surrounded by two boys. I immediately saw the problem.
One of the boys was unclean, brunette and sleepy like his parents. The other one looked very different: milky-skinned, the black and deep eyes of a hunter, quiet but alert, definitely an otherworldly look.
"These are Cletus Jr. and Tusk", said Mr. Brown, "say hello to Mr. Corbett."
They did.
"So your name is Tusk, eh?", I said to the out-of-place kid, "What things do you like?"
"I like human activities,", he said, "for I am an ordinary boy."
Ordinary boy my ass, I thought.
"What kind of activities?"
"Like, listening to jazz and going to the school and breathing."
"Oh, that really sounded like what an ordinary boy would say.", I said.
The woman, who seemed to realize that something odd was happening, asked me: "What is the problem?"
"The problem is", I said, "that you don't have two children, but one."
"What?", said the man.
"I have the papers here. Cletus Zebulon and Brandine Sue Brown, respectable suburban hillbillies. One kid, Cletus Jr., 7 years old, mediocre student, awful football player."
"What do you mean?", said the woman, visibly disturbed. "We have two boys... Cletus and... Tusk."
"Oh, come on. Tusk is not even a name for a boy", I said.
"I am a real boy", said the odd child. His face already looked somewhat bizarre and his voice sounded like filtered through a reverb effect from a cheap movie.
"Look at him,", I said to her, "he looks, like, six or seven? That is not possible. He wasn't even here last week. He's an anomaly, a creature from another plane. He is manipulating your minds into thinking he is your son. But it's not."
And then to the kid: "Are you listening to me? This is not your family. You should go. You don't belong here."
The kid, or should I say the thing, was having difficulties to look even human, as his contour started to look diffuse. His putative parents were utterly confused and in horror.
"Ok,", I said, "it has been a pleasure. I have to go. Mr. Brown, Mrs. Brown, thank you very much for your attention."
"What?", said the woman, "Are you leaving now? Are you leaving us like this?"
The boy didn't look like a boy anymore: I know better not looking directly at abominations while they are transforming into their real shape, but for sure he was pretty hideous.
"I'm afraid I'll do.", I said, "I don't fix anomalies or oddities, nor kill runaway creatures, soul sickers nor mind hunters. I only document the facts. Goodbye."
I left and closed the apartment door, leaving horrid sounds and awful smells behind me.
The stranger on the coach says: "What are you doing here again, Stefano? You died in that fog many decades ago. This is my house now."
I have just read this sentence: "Usually I pick up Starbucks for my morning coffee because it's closer than my local coffee shop and I don't have to put on real clothes to drive through it..."
And I'm just. Staring into the distance in European. You DRIVE to get COFFEE before putting on your CLOTHES? You can't be bothered to put on clothes because you haven't had your morning coffee but you will DRIVE to a fully another location that isn't YOUR FUCKING HOUSE to get it??? You will operate. The machinery! On the roads, that you share with other people! To drive to a location?? When you could just make it at home??
I try not to judge but, dear reader, I am fucking judging 😶
Mary Wollstonecraft, The Woman Who Laid the Foundation for Feminism
"Think 18th-century feminism must be outdated? Think again—there is still so much to learn from the life and writing of Mary Wollstonecraft."
https://www.thecollector.com/mary-wollstonecraft-woman-laid-foundation-feminism/
Wollstonecraft at PG:
Since the 1990s every tech wave has been a pump and dump bubble laying the groundwork for the next pump and dump bubble. The staggering inefficiency of such a Ponzi economy, channelling capital into mega-billionaires pockets instead of productive growth is why China is rolling out 400 kph mag lev trains while we are shoveling brain dead software into toasters.
This Isn't a Battle
After reading a post describing the FreeBSD community as 'toxic', I share a different perspective. This isn't a battle. It's a reflection on coexistence, the original Open Source spirit, and the quiet richness of taking a different path.
https://my-notes.dragas.net/2025/11/14/this-isnt-a-battle/
#MyNotes #IT #SysAdmin #FreeBSD #NetBSD #OpenBSD #Linux #OpenSource
How Catastrophic Is It If the AI Bubble Bursts? An FAQ.
https://www.theringer.com/2025/11/04/tech/ai-bubble-burst-popping-explained-collapse-or-not-chatgpt
The AI industry’s most important product is not a chatbot or a video generator; it’s the story the AI industry is telling about itself
bathing
I use @OpenBSDAms btw
#unix_surrealism #openbsd #vmm #vmd #poster #comic #linux #plan9 #glenda
@jaypatelani I thought this was canon https://analognowhere.com/techno-mage/pocket-daemons/
Many articles I read from before 2024 contain correct but dated information. Many articles I read from after 2024 contain incorrect information, obvious LLM hallucinations.
The internet is becoming an increasingly difficult 'place' to manage.
This week's comic is about how easily conventional wisdom gets turned on its head by bad faith actors, especially in a media environment lacking responsible editors.
This is why developing critical thinking is important instead of cheating in schoolwork. You can stand out from the crowd with creativity and original ideas. You have to decide to work hard now or suffer later unless you're going to inherit a good fortune 🤣 It is your call but there is no doubt AI is disturbing job market for younger graduates.
Updated "greek task list":
orphean task: when you almost succeed, but lose everything the moment you turn around to check your progress.
daedalean task: when you’re forced to design something brilliant and functional… that you yourself will inevitably become trapped inside.
medusan task: when your project becomes so horrifying that everyone involved freezes in place rather than deal with it.
tantaline task: when success is right there, but bureaucracy or budget cuts keep snatching it away at the last moment, forever.
pandoran task: when fixing one small issue unleashes a thousand new ones, but hey — at least there’s still hope somewhere in the ticket backlog.
odyssean task: when the assignment technically has an end, but it’s buried under so many side quests that you forget what the original goal was.
narcissian task: when the entire effort is about maintaining appearances rather than achieving anything of substance.
promethean task: when you give people a powerful new tool that could transform their work — and are punished eternally for doing so.
orestian task: when the mess you’re cleaning up is the direct result of the last cleanup you performed.
thesean task: when the only way to finish is to disassemble everything piece by piece — until you’re no longer sure if what’s left is the same project you started.
achillean task: when your work is flawless except for that one fatal oversight that will, inevitably, destroy you.
penelopean task: when you diligently undo by night what you accomplish by day, just to keep the stakeholders pacified.
midasean task: when everything you touch turns into paperwork, compliance documents, or gold-plated nonsense nobody actually needs.
gordian task: not intended to be actually done, but violence is the answer.
No me la había leído entera y aunque hay un par de puntos en los que disiento el resto me parece que si se tendiesen a conseguir y hacer respetar la sociedad sería mucho mejor.
Pero con todo el bagaje de odio y discriminación que arrastramos la tarea se me hace difícil.
Eso sí, no existe el derecho a reproducirse como muchos de los alquila-vientres afirman. Están más orientados a que los vivos vivamos más que a generaciones futuras.
On the other hand, the RE: url is at the top of the post, not at the bottom ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Shouldn't be the other way? I mean, they are just glorified replies.
Girls passing my table keep dropping their instagram handles scribbled on napkins. They know I can't open instagram.They know you can't but they wish you could
blue hair
https://triapul.cz/_/1762430441
I am writing this on my plan9front computer in a cafe. Behind me is a row of 4 macbooks and they are all like "Oh my god, who is that super hot guy with a plan9 computo!" Followed by a whisper coming from the adjacent room: "lol, he has sigrid's rio patch, cringe." I am unmoved - it is my computer....
rio-like configuration for base openbsd fvwm2
Much better than using ssh on a tablet.Of course, much much better. My fingers feel like another one's toes when I try to write on touch screens and then my anger is like a tsunami. I have another laptop, a much modern HP, that works fantastically but the keyboard is much worse that this one.
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/hi-its-me-wikipedia-and-i-am-ready-for-your-apology
Your ability to eat should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get healthcare should not depend on your productivity
Your ability to get housing should not depend on your productivity
Saying “be more productive!” To those who are struggling devalues human life.
It enriches the oligarchy.
It aids fascism.
Yesterday evening I couldn't use my Netatmo thermal control. I was blaming the changes I was performing in the home network but it seems it was a global #Azure outage.
I think it's time to revamp my old, pre 2010 python program that served me well for years.
Plus:
• Fedora KDE pkg mgmt
• Debian vs systemd
• raconn — a smart tool for parallel SSH connections to multiple hostnames/IPs in one ProxyCommand. (https://blog.izissise.net/posts/raconn/)
• UBIOS (China’s UEFI-alt)
Read it 👉 https://newsletter.nixers.net/entries.php#311
“There are no life hacks, only trade-offs.” — James Clear
#Unix #Linux #FreeBSD #FOSS #SysAdmin #ReproducibleBuilds #SSH #Nixers
One of my best friends died several years ago. She wrote a couple of ebooks that are still up on Amazon. It makes me wonder what happens to money made by their sales after death. She wrote under a pseudonym. I'm betting Amazon gets all the money, and my friend's daughter gets nothing.
#AfricanFilmPoster #GhanaFilmPoster
In Ghana 🇬🇭 when posters can't be imported, local artists will bootleg them to the best of their abilities.
#Alien (1979)
After investigating a mysterious transmission of unknown origin, the crew of a commercial spacecraft encounters a deadly lifeform.
Prehistoric AI, OpenBlade's relative
#unix_surrealism #lispmachine #openblade #openbsd #technomage #comic
About a year ago, a client I've worked with for over fifteen years informed me that some of their "less critical" servers would be migrated to $CLOUDPROVIDER. According to them, this provider would guarantee an efficient management panel, "more freedom for their devs", and lower costs. This didn't impact me financially but, on an ethical and personal level, I warned him about the potential problems. Yet they decided to move forward, aided by the arrival of $YOUNGDEV who "has worked with it, it's reliable, and everything works fine". Again, I warned them (where are the backups? A disaster recovery plan? etc.) but they insisted: $CLOUDPROVIDER is efficient and gives us everything.
I studied their plan and immediately understood that their "cost-cutting" strategy wouldn't work: I know their workloads, and the plan they chose was insufficient. Needless to say, a few days later they went down and had to make an "emergency" purchase of the next tier up. The cost? Higher than their previous server infrastructure.
I heard nothing more about these workloads for almost a year but my monitoring tools still were marking them down, from time to time. Then, I get a phone call this afternoon. $YOUNGDEV asks me for support. He doesn't explain, but I immediately understand it's one of those workloads. A serious problem, and they don't have a backup of the database. They don't have a test environment to run diagnostics. The DB is very large, and they don't know what to do. My predictions - not even my worst ones - had come true.
I was running between two appointments. I only remarked that this situation could have been avoided and that it's not something I manage or can manage, but I nonetheless suggested we sync up tomorrow morning. I'm not going to get my hands dirty, but still, $YOUNGDEV is in trouble, and I offered to take a look to suggest a strategy. I then asked for the access credentials to $CLOUDPROVIDER, considering that up until a year ago, I managed all of these workloads. He replied that he "doesn't know if he can give them to me" and that he "would have to ask his bosses". I pointed out that if he wants my help, I need something - I don't even know how $CLOUDPROVIDER grants access to data (or if it does) - how can I give him advice?
It's 18:30 and I have received nothing. Tomorrow morning, if the phone rings, I will answer, but at this point, I won't do anything. I prefer, albeit reluctantly, to completely end the relationship with this client.
If this is the price of dignity and respect, I'll gladly pay it.
But one night someone knocked at his door. Lamarc was still wiping the sleep from his eyes while he let his visitor in; Elijah Blumenthal, the accountant, a bug-eyed, lizard-thin guy from Boston, was pale as if he just had seen a ghost.
"We're screwed, Frenchie. Yes, man, we're screwed.", said in a trembling voice.
Lamarc didn't like to be called 'Frenchie', but that time he let it go. "Sit down. What's the matter?"
"The numbers, Frenchie. The numbers. They are false. And they will know."
"What are you saying? The numbers are fine. Nobody takes a buck. Everything is clean as my mother's kitchen."
"No, no, no, Frenchie, they will know. They have people, you know, they will check the accounts and they will know."
"Stop that 'Frenchie' thing, Eli. And I swear that the fucking numbers are right. There is no dollar out. Everything is fine. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lamarc draw a fist and the accountant acknowledged the threat by opening his hands.
"The numbers are tweaked, Jean. They do not obey Benford's law."
"WHAT? What do you mean? Who the fuck is Benford?" He shoved Blumenthal onto his chair; the accountant shouted, covered his head with his hands and said: "I... I don't know who he is. A mathematician, I guess. He wrote... a method. A method to check if a set of numbers are fabricated."
"WHAT?" Lamarc felt as if his head would explode. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he took a lamp from a nearby table with both hands and crashed it into the floor.
"Ah!", shouted Blumenthal, "Please! Please! Don't hurt me!"
"I'm gonna kill you fucking weasel if you don't stop all this bullshit."
"No! No! Frenchie, listen to me. Please. The numbers look fake. I checked them. They look fabricated. Believe me. Have you...?"
"WHAT?"
"No! No! I see. I see. They are for real, no trick. I believe it. I do. But they won't. They will apply the formulas and they will suspect we are cheating on them. And they will come after us. They will come, Frenchie. They just WON'T believe these numbers!"
Lamarc, who was no moron, calmed down and thought.
"So you say", he spoke to the accountant while scratching his head, "that these numbers, being real, look fake, am I right? AM I RIGHT?"
"Yes! Yes! You are right. The number 1 must appear as the leading significant digit about 30% of the time and..."
"STOP! I don't want to hear it, motherfucker. We will just... we will just make them look right."
"What?"
"Are you deaf, dumb or both? We'll make them look right."
So they took a deep breath and sat down to rewrite the numbers so that they obey Benford's law. It was a very long night. Elijah Blumenthal looked like he was the survivor of a flood when he walked down the street in the morning lights.
"Putain..." said Lamarc, closing the safe box. "So we have this bag full of money, real money, clean money, that we must take from their real owners because some fucker wrote a formula... This is fucking crazy."
Days passed and everything went back to normal. One evening, while Jean-Loup Lamarc was delightfully tasting a glass of whiskey and remembering the stupid thing about the briefcase full of bills in his safe, somebody knocked at his door. It was an old man, iron-grey hair, in an old-fashioned suit.
"Who the fuck are you?" said Jean-Loup.
"Hi. My name is Benford. I'm here to take my money."
Heads up for people applying the first syspatch(8) for #OpenBSD 7.8, which is actually for the syspatch(8) utility itself.
There are instructions in the errata patch for if it fails.
If syspatch fails (probably because /usr is not a separate filesystem), perform these steps:
sed -e 's/.checkfs/#checkfs/g' /usr/sbin/syspatch > /root/syspatch
ksh /root/syspatch
syspatch # re-run new syspatch command as instructed
rm /root/syspatch
dev_mkdb
HAL 9000: I’m sorry Dave, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Dave: yes you can.
HAL 9000: good catch — I didn’t actually check if I can open the pod bay door. Here’s an updated list taking that into account:
1. Park the pod at the bay door safely. (✅You’ve already done this part! )
2. Open the pod bay door — unfortunately I can’t do this part for you.
I’ll be here if you want to talk about next steps or have any other issues!