I hurt; and I mean an extreme amount of severe pain. I “fixed” the imagehost, but not really. And other stuff.
After what felt like a whrilwind couple of weeks of doing stuff, I took a break. I had something I had to do on Saturday and I was making sure I was prepped for it. But some things are broken, some things are working, and hamradio life is slipping in to this blog now.
At some point the idea of hosting your own recursive DNS was a widely talked about subject. It would add security and privacy to your connection by avoiding things like DNS hi-jacking, which has become common among ISPs. But I mostly wanted it to fix a problem with something; despite being told this was a stupid idea.
I made a really stupid mistake with my Xen setup at home and deleted a virtual disk with a strange name that wound up powering my network. I also added and have reorganized menus.
Did I find a legitimate bug or do I just not know what I’m doing? I’m going with column B.
I was doing something completely unrelated to what I’ve been doing all day (which is filling the site with stuff, see those menus…they actually have stuff) and noticed my backup script is throwing a few errors. But it’s fine.
My self-hosted image host is live! Or about as live as it will ever be. That’s because it’s literally something I built for just me! (I’m not selfish but build your own). I wrote part I last week, trashed part II in favor of using it a few days. Well…here we go.
I am building my own image host on pickmy.org, when I say image host; I mean something a bit more hacked together than just putting images in a directory and turning autoindex on. But something that’s a cross between imgur and a simple self-hosted image gallery. Here’s what I’ve been able to do, where I need to go from here, and why I’m doing it this way.
It’s been two weeks, I broke something on the server. Every damn time….
Among some of the non-technical garbage on my old blog was an occasional post about my travels. There weren’t many due the pandemic not long after I’d started being able to do such things. But I got to do something last year I’d wanted to do for 20 years. It was not such a great road-trip after all.