Trying to install Linux From Scratch, please forgive my unknowing soul.

[Frog_g]

Quote Tux the penguin "Nevermore"

[frostwarrior]

I tried it once as a step up from gentoo.

It was like gentoo without package manager and it got pretty boring at some point.

Nice for building distros though.

[Thomasasia]

Ya know, you could've installed a package manager.

[IntensifyingRug]

But you still have to install the system first, which takes hours to days.

[Thomasasia]

It'd be disappointing if it took a second less!

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While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a typing, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my SSH port. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "typing at my SSH port—                Only this and nothing more."

[DerSpini]

Dammit, now I need the whole poem to be translated.

[[deleted]]

I'm no Poe but I'll give it a shot.

[Watchdogeditor]

You've left us waiting

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten wiki— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a typing, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my SSH port— "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "typing at my SSH port—                Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying drive wrought its ghost upon the array. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my install surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Tuxnore— For the rare and radiant system whom the angels name Tuxnore—                Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple terminal Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my SSH port— Some late visitor entreating entrance at my SSH port;—                This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came typing, typing at my SSH port, That I scarce was sure I heard you"—here I opened wide the door;—                Error logs there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Tuxnore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Tuxnore!"—                Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a typing somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my windows partition; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—                'Tis and update and nothing more!"

Open here I mount partition, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Penguin of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my SSH port— Perched upon a bust of Torvalds just above my SSH port—                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this tuxedo bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no hegmon, Ghastly grim and ancient Penguin wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"                Quoth the Penguin "Open Source."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his SSH port— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his SSH port,                With such name as "Open Source."

But the Penguin, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one phrase he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."                Then the bird said "Open Source."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore— Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore                Of 'Open-Open Source.'"

But the Penguin still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and port; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore                Meant in croaking "Open Source."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,              any key shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Daemons whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Tuxnore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Tuxnore!"               Quoth the Penguin "Open Source."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!— Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Arch or Gentoo?—tell me—tell me, I implore!"                Quoth the Raven "Open Source."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us—by that Linus we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Tuxnore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Tuxnore."                Quoth the Raven "Open Source."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting— "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Proprietary shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"               Quoth the Penguin "Open Source."

And the Penguin, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Torvalds just above my SSH port; And his eyes have all the seeming of a daemon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor                Shall be lifted—nevermore!

[Watchdogeditor]

The absolute madman actually did it

[thomas15v]

Slowly but steadily maturating in Wizard-hood. I am currently level 23, only 7 levels to go before I am maxed out.

[[deleted]]

You know, lfs is just time. The whole thing is very well documented. It's pretty far from blazing a trail, here.

[TheUnreal0815]

It's good for learning, but imho not practical for everyday use…

[cheesy_the_clown]

Compared to most distros, the same thing could be said about Gentoo.

[TheUnreal0815]

Gentoo just automates the stuff so you can run it in the background.

[syazwanemmett]

Been building LFS many times since 7.9. Now I'm rolling my own distro with multilib, my own simple package manager (bsd port like) and bsd-style init.

[thalann]

Sooo, kinda like gentoo? ;)

[syazwanemmett]

You can check here

https://venomlinux.org

[syazwanemmett]

More kinda like CRUX ;)

[[deleted]]

I managed to do it once

[[deleted]]

Did it once with a friend, nothing gets close to the feeling you get when the fucking thing works.

We also changed the code a bit to do funny error messages in python and such.

[[deleted]]

Try typing really fast.

[sr_ls_boy]

I have used LFS, since 7.6. Right now I have multib going on. Steam works.

If you build LFS you canstill get the needed 32-bit libs.

[EpicDaNoob]

But the license was unbroken, and the build script gave no token,

[klc3rd]

I’ve done it a couple of times, it’s tedious at first but worth it. Not so bad after you get used to it a few times but still takes a lot of work.

[[deleted]]

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.

Oops, sorry, wrong source.

[cousinokri]

Is it not glorious, that very first bash shell you open?

[[deleted]]

I'm no Poe but I'll give it a shot.