Clearly I wasn’t concentrating hard enough on keeping the media server up, because it crashed in the middle of moving a bunch of files. And now I have this fucking horrific mess of directories where one has some files and the other has some files, and mv is throwing a tantrum.
So today we’re going to try turning off all the web-sharey daemons, and then see if we can shove the files back where they belong. Maybe then the media server will spend less of its time going spare. And maybe even start working enough that I can configure the network the way I want it, so I can then plug it in to our network here.
doughnut shop named after and founded by a hockey player in the 1960s
for all you non-canadian’s who think I’m exaggerating:
“Tim Hortons holds 62% of the Canadian coffee market (compared to Starbucks, in the number two position, at 7%)
“Canadians eat more doughnuts per capita and have more doughnut outlets per capita than any other nation“
“The company [Tim Hortons] opened twice as many Canadian outlets as McDonald’s and system-wide sales also surpassed those of McDonald’s Canadian operations as of 2002”
“The chain accounted for 22.6% of all fast food industry revenues in Canada in 2005.”
there is more to this story and it actually gets better
tim horton the hockey player’s signature move was literally picking opposing players up and hugging them. the guy was like 6?5 on skates, built like a tank, would have come out on top in every hockey fight except that he absolutely refused to punch. someone would hit him and he’d just pick them up in a giant, angry bear hug.
this one time he broke his jaw and leg in a collision and was off the ice for years, and this freaked him tf out, because dude bro do i like…….have value behind all this muscle? what if this like……happens again, bro? what if i can’t play hockey, bro? huh? bro. basically he broke his face and had an existential crisis. happens to the best of us.
so he started a donut shop because he figured he’d need something to do when the next injury rolled around, seeing as oblivion lurks around every corner and none of us have a purpose. he started it in hamilton, ontario.coffee was ten cents.
anyways, when his face got better, he invited a police officer to come run his company so he could go play more hockey. which he did.
so: canada’s pride and joy is a donut shop named after and founded by a touch-starved hockey player in the midst of an existential crisis, that was later run by a cop when the aforementioned hockey player left to play more hockey, that then somehow ate up 62% of the canadian coffee biz. god bless.
“I never had children, so I wasn’t forced into any permanent box that required a long-term commitment and a formed life. I also didn’t have any careers—I just found jobs that I could make money at. I wanted to pay the rent and to play, to go explore different things. I’ve spent my whole life learning new things, and even though I’m living alone, my life is very full and rich. In some ways, it’s very selfish. I’m not working with children. I’m not educating young minds, or bringing people along on my journey. “But a long time ago, I decided I was going to walk out the door with complete strength and power over who I was as a person—not as a girl, not as a woman, not how I was supposed to act. I didn’t dye my hair when it started to change color when I was 21, even though women in the 1960s weren’t supposed to have any touch of gray. I’ve always felt that, because I refused to mold myself into what somebody else thought I should be or needed me to be, I’ve been a kind of warrior. I’m not trying to be a powerful person. I’m simply living up to my potential.”
When I was in 8th grade a friend of mine and I were fucking around during our study period and he accidentally stabbed me in the arm with a pencil and the pencil was partially stuck in my arm but I was really shy in social situations so I just raised my hand and waited for the teacher to notice which took about five minutes so when he finally asked me what I needed I said “TJ accidentally stabbed me with a pencil a few minutes ago and now it’s hanging out of my arm, can I go see the nurse?”. He freaked out and yelled “OH MY GOD SEBASTIAN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME RIGHT AWAY?” And I said right back “please don’t yell at me, I have a pencil in my arm, if anyone is yelling it should be me” and that sums up my attitude and personality fairly well tbh
