OK. I'm in a much better mood.
Let's try this again.
Geek Speak
So, I'm redoing my RedHat
server again. I enjoy torturing myself it seems. It was running fine,
but I just wanted to move the hard drives around inside the box.
Well, I'm installing RedHat 9 and I come across the part where it
asks you for firewall information. I answer as best as I can and pick
the programs that I want to let through the firewall. FTP, SSH, HTTP,
and a couple of others. Anyway. Samba is not on the list. It turns
out Samba is listed further down in the install. The install
specifically asks “Allow SMB server?” SMB is Samba. This
is an accepted fact everywhere. I think to myself “Yes,
finally, they just added it to the server
install.” To my horror, they were
simply toying with me. That check box has
basically nothing to do with the actual running of Samba. It
is just there for show. I finish the install and configure Samba and
FTP and SSH and HTTP blaw blaw blwa.
Samba doesn't work. I try fixing the smb.conf
file. I try turning the firewall off. I try
modifying my Windows machine. I turn off the firewall. Now, this is
important because I try this same thing like five times. Nothing
works. I have an old HP 333 sitting next to me chugging away working
like a champ on Samba (Mandrake 9). I use the smb.conf from the
Mandrake machine on the RedHat machine, nothing. I search the web
over and thought I fond true love, but nothing that did the trick for
samba. I get FTP working I get SSH working. I get HTTP working all
with and without the firewall. Then, the sixth or seventh time I try
it, I turn off the firewall and “poof”
Samba starts working.
I've tried reinstalling
RedHat and I just can't tell where I was going wrong. Now, I can make
Samba work and break by turning the firewall on and off. I've since
heard that the firewall in RedHat sucks. I'm going to look for
something after market. I would like to use pictures in my blog
loaded from my own web server. That would be the
bee's knees.
Wile E Coyote, Super
Engineer
You have got to take a look at this
article linked on Slashdot. I
envision a big ACME label on the side of
this thing. It would be cool if it works, but I'm not sure how, once
this thing slingshots a couple of times,
how it will “recharge” it's speed. That energy has to
come from somewhere.
Id-Kelly
Terms
Picture
a cupcake sitting on a table.
Id: The Id would say “Cupcake!
cupcake! ya-ya-ya!!!!”
Ego: The Ego would not grab the
cupcake because it is fattening.
Superego: The superego would not
grab the cupcake because it is not mine.
Me
I
have found that there are many bits making us up. Each of us have
directions we head at different times of the day and different times
of our lives. We have concuss thought and sub-concuss instinct. I
don't think those are quite the right terms for what I'm about to
explain. I'm not a psych major.
There is the normal “me”
who walks around, writes programs, talks to people, fills out the tax
forms. Then there is another part of me in there somewhere who comes
out when he feels like it. I call him Id-kelly. I don't really
control him. I'm sure every one who reads this has had times where
they have to stop themselves from biting someone's head off. I have
learned that I can get Id-kelly to do things he wants to do. He does
things on his own too. Id-kelly is the one who hits when he is angry.
He is the one who decides to yell, though the words come from me. He
also saves me when I'm in danger, real danger. I've
noticed he helps immensely when I need to get up in front of people
to speak. I've been told, this is the one that's hard to
believe, that Id-kelly is pretty good in bed.
Id-kelly is a
necessary part of “me”. I would not be the same
person without him. I need to hone Id-kelly. I need to
learn to guide him to make “me” a better person.
Have
you ever seen those cartoons where the kid is in school, the teacher
tells him to deliver a piece of paper to the office and on the
way he is swept away by his imagination? That is kind of how it is
with Id-kelly. Sometimes I can call on him to help me out. Other
times I don't realize he's been there until I come out of the
daydream.
I've only told this stuff to
one person before in my life. it feels weird to
tell every one. Please don't think I'm nuts.