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Cake day: June 17th, 2023

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  • I removed the 3.3v from my sata cables last night and threw an “I told you I can figure shit out on my own as a man” up at my dead electrician father. That’ll show him to not teach me to be proud of myself…

    Also, help me. Fractal Node (fits 10). Proxmox. TrueNas. 1 zfs2 VDEV using 5 of 8 SAS HBA

    Adding 2nd swath of 5. Using remaining 3 SAS HBA and they’re working, the 3.3v fix worked including one disk on a chain with the original swath that didn’t require the fix.

    The 2 remaining new disks have no SAS slots to use, so using SATA but proxmox won’t detect them to even setup the pass through.

    Tested cables, disks, slots, etc. Enabled spin up on all sata in bios. Nada. Feels like a software or bus issue but I’m not technical. Need an adult

    Supermicro X10sl7-f






  • On paper mine could have. Instead he spent his last years dying, cutting out all his friends that echoed the sentiment of the men his own father flew to Germany to unalive, in disbelief. And he “wasn’t political.” Just common sense. Worked 7 days a week until the end when he went out under water from medical bills, and about to lose the house. No sarcasm, my father was a working class American hero.



  • Kid down early, chores done quickly, look at clock, how TF is it 10pm? Hobby time 20m fighting with codex until too lazy to reach from couch to keyboard, and focus on shitty tv for 15m. Wake up at 11pm. Go to bed. Wake up at 5am. Chores until 7am. Sit down to morning journal and take shower, right as kid is up. School, work, Lemmy on biobreak. And today was the healthy timeline.









  • I was so traumatized by jumpers… when I built my first machine a few years ago, after over 20 years since the last time I looked inside one, I had to do one tiny minor thing with a jumper. I legit panicked and felt like I was about to permanently lose my brand new mobo. For absolutely no reason other than jumper involved. I don’t even recall bricking anything, maybe just my dad scaring the life out of me about it in the 80s.