• corsicanguppy@lemmy.caEnglish
    31·
    4 hours ago

    What’s the big deal? For 20 years in the enterprise space it’s been. yum upgrade -y && reboot into cron and no issues. At the day job I even had satellite (5 and that shitball 6) cronned up to do my promotion automatically (even when 6 had shit for scheduling and I had to cron-parallel-xargs a better one). All cron.

    Hell, I barely pay attention to the email reports now. It’s been that long. Okay, prod updates on Friday night only; but that’s our only nod to risk. Because even after the metastatic fatberg that is Systemd, it’s still barely reliable.

    What’s the added risk for Debian packages? Imperfect replacement? No signed manifest to compare against? What?

  • neidu3@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
    32·
    9 hours ago

    When I come home from a humid bar crawl, I always crave greasy food and a messy kernel upgrade

      • neidu3@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
        11·
        8 hours ago

        You know what’s never happened? Someone coming home way too late after too much to drink, stumbling into the kitchen going “I could really go for an apple right now!”

        • SkyeStarfall@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
          5·
          7 hours ago

          It’s something to do with the lack of fats and a lot of sugar in apples, right?

          When I’ve consumed alcohol, about the last thing I usually want is something sweet. But I would absolutely love something greasy. I’m sure it’s something with how the alcohol affects the body

        • Catoblepas@piefed.blahaj.zoneEnglish
          5·
          7 hours ago

          Smoking too much weed is stereotyped with eating junk food, but no fruit has ever tasted better to me than when I’m blazed.

    • neidu3@sh.itjust.worksEnglish
      18·
      8 hours ago

      STORY TIME!

      Once upon a time, I worked an offshore rotation. So while I was home, I didn’t have much better to do than to hang out with my friend and his coworkers. They all worked for the local branch of a huge international corporation that shall remain anonymous, so I will only refer to the corporation by their initials: IBM.

      This local branch dealt with banking systems, handling large clients in Europe, ensuring that their systems ran the way they should. And to make sure said banks could have their stuff sorted when a problem arose, there was always someone on call.

      Well, it sucks being the guy on call when the one who’s the perfect guy to fix it is off, and in the spirit of helping each other out, they did the only thing reasonable: Went to a local pub, and placed the on-call phone on the table, so if it rang, the expertise to get it sorted quickly was present.

      I usually joined them, and more than once did I go for a piss, passing someone with their phone on their shoulder with a laptop in a bathroom sink, trying to sort out banking issues while having had waaay too many drinks.