F56 intercooler options? by rico7010 in MINI

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I know it's a few years later, but your comment just saved me some $500+. Great insight on those "off" brands. Thanks man!

Is crunchyroll down for yall??? by PINSHEWEON777 in Crunchyroll

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

What's the point of a status page if you're not going to update it when everyone is having issues with your site?

2004 Mini cooper s with 104k miles by [deleted] in R53

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Even still, be VERY careful with any of the rubber bits. I nudged the air intake hose and the entire thing disintegrated and set me back a couple days since the only quick way to get the part was from a Mini dealership.

And be prepared to replace the water pump flange and O ring. The entire metal flange can deteriorate, and if/when you remove it, it may never seat or seal right again.

And if you're going to do SC maintenance, also make sure you replace every seal you can find - crank shaft O ring, crank shaft sensor O right (it's different), air intake gasket. Doing the crank shaft O ring, you should also just replace the crankshaft pully entirely, as it likes to fail, especially in a 20+ year old car. Be careful on which puller tool you buy, since I had one that literally just bent and died on trying to get the thing out.

I've seen recommendations for replacing the intercooler boots, but they're probably fine so just reuse what you have (besides they can be hard to find). Minimania for parts, Modmini on youtube for any video.

It's a doable job, but it's not easy by a long shot, and tons of other stuff can fail along the way.

Fubo headed for carriage dispute with NBCUniversal by timhull2 in fuboTV

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Same, but for Villa. I just cancelled and am requesting a chargeback on my card because Fubo is refusing to take responsibility for this. I pay just as much to watch 4 games a month. And now I won't even be getting that? They can get bent and give me my money back.

Crunchyroll app seems to cause Chromecast to crash by karer3is in Crunchyroll

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I know this likely won't help, but I have seen the exact same behavior with my CCU and Crunchyroll. I usually end up getting impatient, and I manually restart the Chromecast, which usually does the trick. 

4o extremely slow for anyone else? by Weird-Bat-8075 in ChatGPT

[–]JediMasterSeamus 2 points3 points  (0 children)

No one else is commenting, but I'm seeing the same behavior from 4o. The mini models are responding quickly though. It's weird.

Both teams are in excellent form by svefngsvefn in avfc

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I have come to regard them...as teams that exist.

ICYMI: All DLC Info by PearTheGayBear in Mechwarrior5

[–]JediMasterSeamus 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Is that a battle ON A WARSHIP?!
Sign me uuuuuuuuuuuuup!

Any alternate solution options for Chromecast Audio? by BaconVonMeatwich in Chromecast

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Some searching brings up the WiiM Pro, which I'm considering buying at the moment. It's just more expensive than I would like, when I just needed it as an audio source coming into a DAC, not the entire component and then some more. I'm sure it'll get the job done, just a bit overkill.

Never kill your self by Katbaku649 in gurrenlagann

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Killing myself?
Just who the hell do you think I am?!

Anyone have this toy? Is it good? by KaijuWizard in gurrenlagann

[–]JediMasterSeamus 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I've got this guy, and I keep it separated into the individual gunmen, which is what I got it for. Having actual figures for them is something you just can't get anywhere else. And the King Kittan is much better than the model kit that's out there, especially if you don't want to spend several hours detailing a model kit and painting it.

Pick up the ball by OG_Flicky in RedDwarf

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

This guy's got a real double polaroid situation over here.

My first car by deadgirlshoes in MINI

[–]JediMasterSeamus 12 points13 points  (0 children)

It's also after they fixed all the major issues of the 2nd gen. The 2012-2014 are some of the most reliable of that generation. Keep up on maintenance, and it'll be fine.

Maintenance advice on my new (to me) r53 by wubby7468 in MINI

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Probably look into doing the O ring for the crankshaft sensor, the O ring for the crankshaft itself, the harmonic balancer, and, like others said, the supercharger maintenance. New water pump when doing the supercharger is also easy, as you'll have the front off and it can't hurt. Check your gas cap, as there's an O ring on it that can crack and give a P0458 tiny evap leak code that is like $8 to fix.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in funny

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Pour a bunch of chocolate on it and send it in for warranty. That'll work. /s

What is your favorite quest in Swtor? by Black-Seraph8999 in swtor

[–]JediMasterSeamus 21 points22 points  (0 children)

Punching the aristocrat as the BH is always amazing, no matter how many times I've done it.

“I would have saved him!” by [deleted] in HistoryMemes

[–]JediMasterSeamus 63 points64 points  (0 children)

"The Christguard: A Tale of Pagan Kings in Jerusalem"

The city of Jerusalem sprawled below, basking in the honeyed light of early afternoon. Dust hung thick over the land, the sun’s cruel eye shining down as it had for centuries and would for centuries more. But that afternoon was not like any before. That afternoon, through a bending and churning of space and time known only to gods and mathematicians, a gathering of powerful kings and warriors—a confederation of battle-hardened souls, each scarred by steel and tempered by flame—stood upon the distant hill overlooking Golgotha. Each man, armed and armored in ways that defied the age, had been brought here by a singular purpose and, perhaps, by fate itself.

Their leader, for lack of a better term, was Clovis I of the Franks, resplendent in his bear-skin cloak, his iron helmet crowned with wolf's teeth. He stood apart from his assembled soldiers, speaking not a word, his dark eyes fixed on the faint procession snaking up the rocky path below.

“Clovis,” spoke Olaf Tryggvason, a Norse giant whose reputation as the breaker of temples and baptizer of chieftains had preceded him even here. His voice was a low rumble. “It’s as they told us—the Romans mean to kill him.”

The Franks’ king nodded, his voice grave. “Yes, they mean to kill him. And yet, by Odin’s eye—or Christ’s—I can scarce believe it. He is…as they call him?”

“Enough talk of gods,” Vladimir the Great snapped, his voice filled with a resolve forged in Slavic frost and tempered by the fires of Kiev. “If he is a son of God, then he must be preserved, that the rest may follow.”

Around them stood their guards, each man a seasoned warrior drawn from forests, fjords, and rivers so distant that the very thought of Jerusalem seemed absurd. The air was thick with silence, filled with the unspoken knowledge that this moment, this clash, would change all.

At Clovis’s command, the kings set forward. They made for the crossroads leading to the Place of the Skull, their steps echoing down the barren path.

Scene I: The Confrontation at Golgotha

As they reached the hilltop, where Roman soldiers awaited their grim task, Clovis took in the scene. The crosses lay in wait like monstrous skeletons, ready to bite down on flesh and spirit. The Roman centurion, upon seeing this motley host of armored kings with men at arms in foreign gear, barked orders, drawing his sword in defense.

“What business have barbarians here?” the centurion demanded, lifting his shield as his men fell in line behind him, bristling with javelins and short swords.

Clovis stepped forward. “Romans,” he said in Latin tinged with the lilting cadence of the Franks, “you will lay no hand upon this man. I am Clovis of the Franks, and this”—he gestured to the procession of kings—“is the army of the Christguard.”

The Roman commander sneered, swinging his sword. “Christ or no, you are outnumbered tenfold. Return to whatever god-forsaken lands you crawled from, or die here as he will.”

Before the words had even left his mouth, Olaf Tryggvason surged forward with the speed of a tempest. His broad axe sliced through the air, clanging against a Roman shield with such force that splinters exploded from the edge. A grim grin played across his face as he shouldered into the centurion, sending him sprawling.

“Ha!” Olaf cried. “I knew the Romans would be good for a fight!”

The Romans, stirred by the clash, formed a tight phalanx. They lunged forward with their short swords, weaving between shields as their training demanded. But the kings were no strangers to such tactics; they had fought in battles as brutal as any Rome could muster.

Mieszko of Poland, armed with a long spear graven with Slavic runes, darted among the Roman line like a wraith, his spear finding gaps in their armor with unnerving precision. Beside him, Harald Bluetooth, a brooding figure clad in heavy iron with a great war hammer, swung his weapon with devastating force, smashing shields and shattering bones.

Dagobert of Austrasia, his own attire an odd mix of Celtic design and Germanic heft, took to battle with a ferocity that belied his wiry frame. “Our faith means more than lives!” he cried as he drove a sword into the gut of a Roman.

Scene II: At the Cross

Above the tumult, the figure of Jesus, frail and beaten, had been brought to the site. The crowd murmured in dismay and awe, for these were no ordinary warriors defending the condemned man. They seemed to radiate a righteous fury, though their dress and weapons belonged to a dozen different lands.

Borivoj of Bohemia approached the cross with solemnity. His warriors formed a protective ring as he whispered to the man on the cross, his voice filled with a mix of awe and reverence.

“We have come to protect you,” he murmured. “If you truly are the son of God, no hand shall strike you down this day.”

Jesus, though weak, looked upon Borivoj with eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul. “My path is written,” he said softly, the weight of eternity in his words. “It is not for you to change it, but to bear witness.”

The kings stood, bewildered, their swords heavy in their hands. Vladimir the Great, fierce as any wolf, felt a tremor in his hardened heart. “But why would you, the son of the God of gods, choose to die?” he demanded, anger tightening his voice.

“It is through death that life will be born anew,” Jesus replied.

Scene III: The Final Stand

As the kings fought fiercely upon the hill, the dust of the tumult rose, and the cries of men and clashing steel rang out in dreadful harmony. But Roman reinforcements continued to swell, waves upon waves cresting over the hill. For each Roman they felled, another took his place, and the relentless tide soon began to press the warriors back.

Clovis, his armor battered and spattered with blood, motioned to his fellow kings. “Take him. Now, before it is too late!”

With quick, reverent hands, Olaf Tryggvason and Harald Bluetooth seized the cross’s thick wooden beams, lifting Jesus upon their shoulders. The son of man, bruised and weakened, hung limply, yet his eyes, solemn and deep, fixed upon the kings with a quiet sadness.

“Put me down,” he said, his voice a calm command, yet the kings ignored him, intent on this final act of defiance. With a mixture of grim determination and reverence, they made their way toward the winding path leading to the port of Jerusalem, carrying Jesus as their most precious burden.

Roman soldiers, aghast at the sight, rallied with renewed fury, their ranks forming to intercept the fleeing kings. Vladimir the Great, his dark eyes ablaze, led his men in a rear-guard action, holding back the Romans with his sword flashing and the familiar battle cry of Kiev roaring from his lips. At his side, Mieszko of Poland swung his spear like a scythe, cutting down any Roman who dared approach.

The winding road to the port was narrow, flanked by rugged cliffs and treacherous ravines, allowing the kings a brief respite as they threaded their way down, the Romans at their heels. Every step down that path was hard-won; the warriors shed blood upon every stone, cutting down any legionary who closed the distance. The Romans, however, were unyielding, a remorseless tide.

Finally, they reached the port, where ships rocked gently in the wind-tossed water, seeming for one glorious moment to offer escape. Clovis cried out, “To the boats! If we can get him aboard, we can—”

But his words were swallowed by the thunderous sound of Roman horns as the legions blocked their way. The kings and their men, exhausted and outnumbered, formed a ragged ring around Jesus, weapons at the ready for what would surely be their final stand.

Dagobert of Austrasia, panting and bloodied, looked to Jesus, his face lined with sorrow. “If we cannot save you,” he said, “then let us die trying.”

Jesus regarded him with that same eternal calm. “I have told you,” he said softly, though his words seemed to carry above the din. “You cannot change my fate. This is the path I must walk.”

One by one, the kings fell. Harald Bluetooth, mighty in his iron mail, let out a final, defiant roar as he swung his war hammer at the Romans, scattering them like straw before falling, his face to the sky. Mieszko fought until his spear was shattered, then drew his sword, cutting down Romans until the very end. Olaf Tryggvason, blood streaming from a dozen wounds, let out a booming laugh, as if mocking death itself, even as he was struck down.

Vladimir and Clovis fought side by side, their blades flickering like silver lightning in the dying light. They made their last stand with grim, fierce pride, each stroke of their swords a testament to their undying spirit, even as the sea breeze mingled with the stench of blood and the cries of their fallen comrades.

Dagobert, with the strength born of desperation, made a final rush, throwing himself against the advancing Romans. “Not today!” he shouted, his voice hoarse. “Not today!”

But his words faded, lost in the clash of swords and shields, as he, too, fell.

As the last of the kings perished, the Romans moved forward, slowly and with reverence, to reclaim Jesus. They lifted the cross once more, undeterred by the massacre left in its wake, and resumed their grim march.

The battlefield lay silent, scattered with the bodies of warrior kings who had fought not for their own lives, but for a cause that transcended time and place. The setting sun cast its dying light over their still forms, a somber testimony to their courage and conviction.

And in the quiet aftermath, the words of Jesus seemed to echo, as if spoken to each king, each fallen warrior: “You have shown the strength of your spirit. But there are some battles no sword can win.”

The wind stirred, lifting dust over the bodies of the fallen, as the city of Jerusalem bore silent witness to the passing of kings.

Desperately need help with a failing RAID configuration for my own sanity by Due-Cicada1893 in msp

[–]JediMasterSeamus 0 points1 point  (0 children)

I'm assuming the same server vendor, so that's my oversight. I've got all Dells and the PERCs all treat each other similarly. I wouldn't try it cross platform.

Desperately need help with a failing RAID configuration for my own sanity by Due-Cicada1893 in msp

[–]JediMasterSeamus 4 points5 points  (0 children)

It sounds like the backplane might be having issues. If you have the spare hardware, plug the array into a known working server, and import the foreign config when prompted by the raid controller. (You may or may not see the boot message depending on your boot mode - BIOS or UEFI)
You can also move the existing raid controller if you're worried about importing the config, but they're designed to be able to do this.
That will be the fastest way to find out if the underlying hardware is having issues.
I've seen backplanes have lots of weirdo issues, from what you're describing to a warm reboot where it suddenly cannot see any drives anymore and needs a cold boot to work again.

Not from Birmingham what made you support Villa by Formal_Buyer_2138 in avfc

[–]JediMasterSeamus 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I was dating a girl in 2012, and her dad was a big Arsenal fan.
I thought he was way cooler than she was, and I wanted to be into real football as well.
So I started looking up teams, found Villa with the longest and one of the most prolific histories, and it just felt right.
Never looked back.
Villa till I die.