http://kasparov.skife.org/blog/tech/ssh_completion.html has a pretty cool implementation of being lazy for your ~/.bash_completion file:

SSH_COMPLETE=( $(cat ~/.ssh/known_hosts | \
cut -f 1 -d ' ' | \
sed -e s/,.*//g | \
uniq | \
egrep -v [0123456789]) )
complete -o default -W "${SSH_COMPLETE[*]}" ssh

Because I am meddlesome, and since his was excluding some hosts, I seasoned to taste:

SSH_COMPLETE=( $(cat ~/.ssh/known_hosts | \
cut -f 1 -d ' ' | \
sed -e s/,.*//g | \
sort | \
uniq | \
egrep -v "^\|[0123456789]") )
complete -o default -W "${SSH_COMPLETE[*]}" ssh

It’s rather cool, becuase it will use hosts out of your known_hosts file for input, which is nice because it practically always be up to date. Be sure to add completion to your shell by editing your .bash_profile or whatever on your distro. Yes, I know that can do sort -u vs sort | uniq. Old habits die hard. Potato/Potatoe.

Keywords: bash auto completion ssh

It’s been two years since my first blog entry. Not nearly as long as many on the web. It seems like a fairly long time, until I think that I’ve been here for 17 months, which only makes about 6 months worth of blogging while in CS, which doesn’t sound like very long at all. Odd how often time seems both short and long simultaneously…

For your enjoyment, a listing of thoroughly enjoyable, truly screwball comedies (feel free to add others in comments). Hollywood needs to make more of these.
Top Secret!
The Naked Gun
Hot Shots!
Airplane!
Animal House
Young Frankenstein
Loaded Weapon
Robin Hood: Men in Tights

And, a random quote, which seems plausible:

Ugly programs are like ugly suspension bridges: they’re much more liable to collapse than pretty ones, because the way humans (especially engineer-humans) perceive beauty is intimately related to our ability to process and understand complexity.

I procurred a PA-RISC system on Friday. For free! Yeah, baby. Since Debian is awesome and has a port, I’ve been working on it for a good part of the weekend (see documentation here, here, here, and here). It had an old Debian install on it, testing even, but I was not privy to any of the passwords. And, since udev and 2.6 and all, I figured that it would be a good idea to have a nice clean install, instead of a dist-upgraded one. So, instead of doing a simple dist-upgrade on Friday, I’ve been working most of the weekend to get Debian reinstalled on the thing. I wasn’t able to get XFS on it, due to some odd kernel module bug. I posted to the mailing list, but the buggers haven’t answered back. I’m not sure if I would reinstall now, anyway, since it was a pain, and is really slow, and my internet sucks. BTW, it’s a smoking 100MHz RISC chip, an HP 712/100, with 64MB of RAM, a 2G HD, and 10 whole Megabits of network. It’s an HPPA and my first non-x86 architecture, so I’m pretty happy. I don’t know what I’m even going to do with it, but it’s sitting under my feet at the moment… Maybe it’s time to plop down some $$$ for that O2 I’ve always been lusting for…

The closest friends I have made during my time in Atlanta are almost 100% non-Christian and gamers. If you know me very well, you would know that I do not consider myself a gamer (neither in video, nor most real world sports). I have never been very proficient at games, which I am sure helped to contribute to my general disdain for them. And perhaps even more prolific in forming my opinion is the lack of value that I see in them. Not too unlike many of the procrastination tools of the average college student *cough*facebook*couch, gaming doesn’t add much value to my life. Especially when done alone. Seeing if you can beat the undead by using your hero and a whole lot of I don’t know what is an utter waste of time in my opinion. It can be argued that team gaming is a bonding experience, which it is, but gamers game much more than the not-to-oft game night at a friend’s house. I would much rather browse the web, or watch movies, or, gasp, watch tv. At least in TV or the web, I have the opportunity to be able to learn something or keep up with current events. Sure, you could say that there is value in succeeding at gaming, learning how to solve problems, create strategies, and defeat enemies, but as you may recall I suck at games, so it’s a lot of time spent getting my ass handed to me, not getting any better, and feeling really bad about it.

Which semi-brings me to the point of this post. For the most part, I try not to do stuff that I’m no good at. I can be very competitive at times, and it’s not usually something that I like about myself, because it’s not a very loving stance to take to be better than someone, even if you are. So, the way that I think that I’ve developed over my life to deal with this is to not care about a whole lot of stuff like this. Because if I don’t care about it, then I won’t be competitive and when I suck I won’t get down in then mouth about it. It’s a defense mechanism. An odd side effect of this is that I tend to either care immensely about something, or hardly at all. All the things I care about, I care about immensely, and everthing else I can’t care less about. Odd extremes, I know…

So, when all of my friends are gamers, what do they want to do? Game and talk about gaming. Which bores me to no end, but I can listen to them talk, because I’m their friend and I value their friendship, and I want (at some level) to care about what they care about, and show them at the very least the respect to listen to their conversation. But, I tend to draw the line if you “think that I’ll really enjoy this game”, or expect me to want to play games, even after I have repeatedly said that I’m not much of a gamer, and that I don’t play games. I might humor you, but do not confuse humor for genuine interest.

Man, I’m still not to my point yet… So, I have been playing games a lot recently, and am, what I would consider, honest-to-goodness good at one of them, namely Smash Bros. Now, my training was elite in the Man Cave, under the tutilage of Drew, Chad, Rob, et al. They all consitently kicked my ass at Smash Bros. I seem to recall them being able to dominate with their second or third characters. (Or that’s my perception of of how all that played out.) So, in accordance with how I deal with this stuff, I’ll try my best to not care about it, but when your friends care a lot about it, sometimes it’s really hard for you not to care about it. And sometimes impossible.

So, I was sucky then, but for some reason, I can play this one game way better than the guys that I play on a regular basis with. I don’t enjoy playing the for any length because it’s just no fun when it’s a slaughter. It’s not really a game at that point. So this is a boost to the confidence. But, there are other gamers out there who are better than me, and I’ve met a couple here, and I don’t like that very much, so I stop trying to play hard, because I know that I won’t be able to win consistently.

And there are times when an old game gets pulled out, and inevitably, there is a plethora of guys who have spent countless hours playing it. And so, since I’ve basically never played any games ever, and even if I have I don’t really remember any, I get slaughtered. Which definitely isn’t fun for me, and which I assume isn’t fun for them if they continually score on me. So, if I get irate and want everybody to stop checking me into the wall and want you to teach me some and let me learn, is that too much to ask in the middle of a game? And then only to be chastized for wanting to when I show no mercy in Smash Bros…

Am I being unreasonable here? Would I have stopped and taught them? I’d like to think so, and I even did. We were playing Mario Tennis, and I was acing this guy who is an excellent gamer, but hadn’t played Tennis before. Finally, I stopped and gave him some tips of where to stand when recieving the serve. I wasn’t a total saint, because I continued to not give him enough time to get into position, but I needed to win, because winning is all that matters to these guys. I needed to beat his partner, and his partner is so good, that I can only do it by picking on him.

They all portray it such that I am not even allowed to be good at one game, even when I suck royally at the rest. It’s like there’s no mercy or grace or love in these circumstances. In my experience there is this n-th degree of competition that rears its head that isn’t healthy for the relationships. Maybe I’ve been traumatized too much in my life for all of these things to just roll of my back and not be bothered by them and simply enjoy the ass kicking that they enjoy all too much.

And this is why I stopped playing Smash Bros with the gang at Wesley. I felt that it became detrimental to the relationships within the group. I can clearly remember arguments about who was unfairly picking on whom, and who was always getting punted off the map more, and there was always a perception difference that they were the one being picked on, and the other person thought the same. So, between that and thinking about the damned game what Max said was compulsively, I stopped and really haven’t looked back since.

I guess that I see similar trends happening here.

I really don’t appreciate being told to dodge and fire, or whatever obvious objective is going on. Do you really take me for such an idiot that I don’t know what I am supposed to do, and recognize that knowing what to do and being able to do it are two different things and the general objective of tasks like that, to figure out how to rub your belly and pat your head, except with a joystick, a, b, x, y, l, and r buttons? Don’t patronize me and don’t state the obvious because I won’t take it well. Being the butt of conversations like “man I hit you a lot”, “I’ve never seen anyone get hit that much”, “damn, I can’t believe you got hit like 6 times!”, “I’ve never hit anybody that much”. Man, that pisses me off, and did, and I basically said ‘night at that point and jetted. Because what I hear is “you suck, you suck, you suck”.

I really don’t appreciate it, either, when you say “I’m no good at this” and then beat me. I really don’t appreciate it when I get compemented as being a contender in one breath, and then get this trash talk 2 seconds later after you beat me. I just love that you can turn on me on a dime. I really find that trait attractive in my friends.

I have for a while been feeling a really wierd vibe coming from these guys. And maybe last night was when it finally clicked for me that maybe it is a lot about how much love and compassion and mercy that they have for each other and for me. It’s a very disturbing thing to me to think that people would have friends solely for the perks. That the major reason that you would make a conscious decision to talk to me and be my “friend” (which there apparently is a definition for), is for the stuff that I’ll give you for free, or the questions that I can answer for you about building your house, or the answers I can give you about how to wire up your new arcade cabinet, or the cat5 I can pull for you in your new house, or the soldering that I can do for you.

It’s beyond me how you could only have friends for the things that they can give you and not for their intrinsic value as a friend. And it may not quite be to that exteme, but man, I think that it’s close, and that’s disturbing to me. Love at Wesley was palpable, and even when there was disagreement or competition (especially when there was disagreement or competition) you knew exactly where you stood with that person. You knew that they didn’t hate you, you knew that they loved you, you knew that they would do anything for you, and you knew that they respected you. Maybe that wasn’t your experience, but it definitely was for me. If ever I recieved criticism, I knew that it was out of love, and it becomes hard to argue when you know the other person is guinuely looking out for you best interests out of love. Maybe that’s what’s remarkably missing from all of this, genuine love.

So, for anyone still reading this, I appluad you. I did a word count, and it’s 1900+. Not terribly big by my standards, but I think it might be the biggest on the blog. The length would also imply that this has been really festering in me, and that I needed to vent. A bunch. Not sure exactly what this yet means for me and my so-called-friends. I would doubt that much will change in the short-term, but as a general rule, me being more concious of my concerns causes them to grow, and so they are probably on a collision course now. To all the single women who’ve made it thus far, there should be some decent material up there for how my mind works. But, if you asked me to try to explain it more, you probably wouldn’t get very far, and you would probably just make me mad. (Which is something that I wish weren’t true (me getting upset/mad at you), but that’s what I think would happen.) Here’s to hoping that there’s at least one girl out there who can trick me into talking about it without making me mad in the process…

I never really figured out what video blogs where until I ran across some on youtube. Basically video instead of text. Got it. Not much more interesting, but a little since it’s video and not text. Probably the same thing that is appealing about “podcasts” which are really just rss feeds of audio. Anyway, this is the one that I ran across. Don’t know why it’s intriguing, but it is… Probably has something to do with the editing, which seems oddly really good. Oh, I almost forgot that on her Myspace, she notes that Richard Feynman is her hero…

Ok, so since I originally discovered this video blogger, I’ve since come to the conclusion that it’s a fake. This makes it still entertaining, but much less so, and much more about trying to figure out where they’re going with it and what’ll come next. If you search for the username, you can see people’s theories about it. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s somebody’s exercise to get girls interested in science…

Since I now have a whole boat load of friends who are teachers, did anybody prank their classes the first week? Like speaking in a really thick Russian accent or the like?

I claim the intersection.
The major Man Clan offensives (at the girl’s house and at the girl’s movie night).
The fun van to Florida.
Doughnuts in the parking lot with the van.
Getting a phone message from some irate lady about my driving in LA.
Coed-naked showering.
Accidentally and unknowingly smuggling a little burro through customs.
Getting my ring and watch almost stolen in Mexico.
Crashing the “Fifth Element” party at the Dumplex.
The Funplex, aka the Dumbplex.
Summer sand volleyball with the Trinkas, et al.
Many a shack-a-thon build, especially in the Fellowship Hall.
Scaring Rachel out of her mind on work project.
Crunchtime all-nighters.
Meat-men all-nighters (I’m burning my eyes out! and Brizkit).
Elaine slicing her hand open on game day.
Lots of dish washing.
Yellow meal.
The Julia Lang (Johnson) Memorial Drink Dispenser.
Where’s my shoe?!?

Ok, a few more than three.

I should not have stayed up until 4:30 last night. I was playing around with WordPress, trying to finish what I had started. One thing let to another, and it was after 4 in the morning. It was just one of those times when you get into a groove, and you don’t want to sleep or eat until you’re done…

Apparently I thought these links where worthy of being put into a blog post, but at the moment I don’t recall why, and I’m too lazy to click on them to remember, so here they are:
http://progressive.org/mag_mc071906
http://www.theagitator.com/archives/026951.php#026951

I also trashed my D-Link. I couldn’t take it anymore. I fashioned my 2U into a temporary router, but I really should get a WRT54GL, so I don’t have a pretty large machine sitting on top of my dryer. :)

What a night!

I think that I firmly hate my D-Link broadband router. D-Link, if you’re reading this, consider me a lost customer. I must have been locking up every 5 minutes, with very little traffic running through it. I’ve already not been very happy because it locks up at the drop of a hat and at the slightest power dip. Linksys will be my new best friend. It’s a shame, too, because I was pretty happy with them, esp with the wap at Wesley, but it died sometime back, and apparently was pretty hard to diagnose that it was bad, but I digress. And, on top of all of that, when I bought it, it came with a rebate, but I never filled it out! Doh! So my piece of sh#t router cost me something like $80.

That made the evening pretty interesting on its own, but wait, there’s more. I’d been hearing this dripping sound coming from my ac/furnace/water heater closet for some time now. I don’t have access, but what I lack in key, I more than make up for in arm length. Did you know that I have long arms? Anyway, there is a large intake vent in this tiny little closet that I “don’t have access to”. For those of you following along at home, this is where the long arms come in. For you see that my arms are long enough, after I take the vent cover off, to reach the lock and unlock the door from the inside. Brilliant! Since the a/c was working, and the water dripping was dripping onto the water heater and down its drain, I was in no hurry to put in a work order and be woken up at like 8am when they want to come fix it. So, I let it go. Big mistake apparently. Did you know that you can completely freeze up an a/c unit? I didn’t. I knew about having to defrost freezers and the like, but never an air conditioning unit. What is this the 50s? Anyhoo, there wasn’t any air coming from the vents, and I figured that I was just going to have to bite the bullet and call them in the morning. But, it was really hot in the apartment. I noticed that it wasn’t getting very cool in the apartment over the weekend, but just chalked it up to it being really hot outside. But, since there wasn’t any air coming from the vents, I figured that I should investigate before I try to go to bed and can’t even get to sleep naked. Hey, stop picturing me naked! Also, the vent is protected by some very long screws. You know, the kind of screws that taunt you because they make your forearms hurt. These screws are incidently one of many arguments for me buying a drill, but again, I digress. So, after getting these four really long screws out, I threw the breakers to be extra safe. Upon inspection of the unit, I decided to take out the filter that sits at the bottom of the unit. Huh, I said unit… But, it wouldn’t budge. Even closer inspection revealed this white stuff know by scientists as Dihydrogen Monoxide. This was in its solid form, which explained several things. One, why when the a/c cut off that there was a dripping sound, and two, why there was no air coming out of the vents, even though the fan was spinning. So, since I was really hot, and I wanted to be cold, I figured that I would let the dern thing defrost. This is where things started to get interesting. For you see that when Dihydrogen Monoxide changes state from a solid to a liquid, it often will make a large mess, depending on the quantity. Now, I am on at least the second floor. I doubt very much that my downstairs neighbors would like to have this substance enter their home and cause much havoc. I don’t blame them. I equally do not wish for my carpet or other wood in the house to be ruint or otherwise need attention. So, when the global warming started to happen (I can now firmly put to rest that global warming is in fact occuring, as I saw it with my own two eyes), I did the obvious thing. I started to take pictures. So, I have some, they’ll get posted to the photoblog soon enough, but I’m in the middle of telling a cool story to my cool readers, and I don’t want to stop. Back to the story. So, after some pictures, I used my leet water divining skills, learned as a young padawan at my home in Canyon, and used every trick in the book to divert water where it needed to go and where it would cause the least amount of damage (and just go down the drain). With the crisis averted and the water safely down the drain, I told the story to my faithful readers, oh, wait, that’s you.

[Watching "Spaceballs: The Movie". They reach "now" in the movie.]
Dark Helmet: What the hell am I looking at? When does this happen in the movie?
Colonel Sandurz: Now. You’re looking at now, sir. Everything that happens now is happening now.
Dark Helmet: What hapened to then?
Colonel Sandurz: We passed then.
Dark Helmet: When?
Colonel Sandurz: Just now. We’re at now now.
Dark Helmet: Go back to then.
Colonel Sandurz: When?
Dark Helmet: Now!
Colonel Sandurz: Now?
Dark Helmet: Now!
Colonel Sandurz: I can’t.
Dark Helmet: Why?
Colonel Sandurz: We missed it.
Dark Helmet: When?
Colonel Sandurz: Just now.
Dark Helmet: When will then be now?
Colonel Sandurz: Soon.

So, we’ve now reached now, and I’m getting a little tired of this now, as I can imagine are you. Hopefully I will not sweat too much in my sleep, that I can sleep, and that since I’ve turned the a/c on, that it will cool off the apt and not freeze up for Quite Some TimeTM.

I’ve been really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really bored lately. Some might say that it’s my own fault, and they’re right, but it’s my blog and I can cry if I want to. So, I packaged Wizd for Debian (files available permanently here and for as long as I feel like it here), and I’ve been wiki gardening over at the pluto home wiki.

Ok, more than enough for tonight. Bedtime for Bonzo.

LizGil08 read my blog!

I can’t believe I read all of this.

Matilda: Oh yeah? Then what type of guys do I like?
Marcus: …The ones that talk to you.
Matild: Dang, you’re good.

Oh, that’s what I’ve been doing wrong…

Everyone must pressure Drew to post! http://drewiscool.com/

This past weekend I got back into the Netflix swing of things, watching “The Apartment” from 1960 with Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine. I wasn’t expecting it to be black and white, which wasn’t bad, just a little shocking. It was easily worth its 8.3 rating on IMDB. Highly recommended. I also watched the original “Ocean’s Eleven’‘. This one was disappointing. Not too much like the remake, and I personally didn’t like it too much. Slow pace, but supposedly good writing. I also saw “Lord of War” with Nick Cage and Bridget Moynahan. This was basically an indie film and was excellent.

Saw “Snakes on a Plane” today. We had a company outing this afternoon to see the movie. Got to love our perks. To steal from some dude’s comments on IMDB, this movie was “ridiculously enjoyable”. To me it was akin to a modern day “Airplane”. Not nearly as over-the-top, but hillarious and enjoyable all the way through. Be sure to watch it with your friends, preferably with snakes, rubber or otherwise. I might even go see it again. It’s currently getting a 8.2 at IMDB, and they aren’t too often wrong. :P

As I’m sure that you’ve noticed, I just added a “Movies” category. I should have done this a long time ago, and I will have to go back and put all of my movie posts into it…

I was sitting here coding with my music on random and heard “The Purple People Eater”, by Sheb Wooley. This conjured a very strong memory of a restaraunt in Amarillo called Doodles. It was just off Western on Olsen, right near Michaels. They served hamburgers with diy toppings, in a very classic setting, with neon signs, old tin signs, an old style gas pump, booths, the whole nine yards. They also had a juke box, that you could, for free as I recall, play a song or two. Which is why this song reminded me of the restuarant, because I always wanted to play that song on the juke box. Anyway, I went there quite often with my Mother, and it’s just not something that I had thought about in quite some time, so a little trip down memory lane.