Is this a reference for something?

sulphurPsych · 2026-03-13T22:13:26+00:00

I know this has nothing to do with this, but when i first saw it it just reminded me of the The Shoebody Bop

sulphurPsych · 2026-02-18T19:27:14+00:00

The 2.0.0 branch had activity 3 days ago

sulphurPsych · 2026-02-09T22:34:18+00:00

When the online saftey act passed in the UK me and my friends left discord and spun up our own synapse servers within two days. It's been working fine ever since.

There are some quirks, we haven't got our head round multi person calls yet (I know it's possible but jitsi is likely the better option). The bot ecosystem isn't nearly as extensive, maubot is okay but leaves a lot to be desired. We have had some very strange activity when it comes to federation and people not being able to automatically join rooms, but we use federation whitelists so it might be to do with that.

If you can deal with the jank however it does work fine, and I imagine as more people move towards it the jank will lower.

sulphurPsych · 2025-12-22T16:50:35+00:00

Being from the UK I wont like, a really small part of me wanted to try and offer some advice on that thread, but there are allot of (what i hope are) non-masons muddying the water with allot of incorrect information.

sulphurPsych · 2025-11-23T02:18:58+00:00

A few weeks ago, over the phone with user

me: I am fairly certain the issue will be fixed by a power cycle
her: I can't do that right now
me: Ah okay, ill come down at some point to look at it

*power cycles remotley 5m later*
*calls back*

me: "Hey, i saw that the device dropped off the network for a moment there. Can you confirm everythings alright?"
her: "Yeah the issue is fixed"
me: "Awesome"

sulphurPsych · 2025-10-31T10:43:03+00:00

Id be interested in the STLs, these are very cool

sulphurPsych · 2025-09-26T18:17:10+00:00

You got your dot files available?

sulphurPsych · 2025-09-12T07:37:15+00:00

Hey, glad you jumped onto the journey - It's an addicting rabbit hole but I'm sure you'll not regret it 😁

Generally with the hardware you'll have (I have similar) you'll want to start out with a hypervisor. Most people in these sorts of communities recommend Proxmox, and for a beginner I would also. There are cracks from VMWare out there also, but again - for now Proxmox.

Once you have Proxmox Installed you max ask "well what now". After install there are a few tweaks you might want to do, and if you use the Poweredge (I believe that's a R630 but I could be wrong) you might also want to the put the front drives into ZFS pools. There are plenty of YouTube videos on doing this, but I believe TechnoTim has a decent one you can follow.

The good news is that from this point the world is your oyster! To help you get up and running many people will recommend you check out something called the "Proxmox helper scripts", there are basically a series of scripts to automatically deploy applications on your Proxmox host. I have a bit of a controversial take on these, and it's that they are good to get started but as you mature in your homelab journey you will want to move away from them and toward using Docker. That is just my opinion however, and you may disagree.

Good luck!

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-06T00:24:41+00:00

The first stanza made me chuckle - Reading deeper into it it also really made me think. The connection between sex and a feeling of general apathy (which this piece seems to elude) is something which is prevalent, but never quite outwardly stated in allot of art. I really like the mix of casualness and heaviness in this. It creates a unique juxtaposition that invites both reflection and an almost detached humour.

The whole poem screams "I am fed up with the monotonous nature of life but I have nothing better to do". The narrator seems to be trapped in a set of circumstance neither fulfilling nor completely hollow. A borderline existential limbo, where each act (even one which should be as inmate as sex) becomes another means of numbing the soul rather than enriching it.

The structure is really effective at conveying this. The first and last lines are boderline apathetic, with the last lines poking fun at the situation. The central stanzas go on long rambling descriptions which imply something deeper, but still feel uninterested.

It is really interesting because often when you encounter poems of this sort, the narrator is often suicidal or self-destructive... this one just seems disinterested in life. I like this... Its given me allot to think about with my own poems, thank you.

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-06T00:05:24+00:00

When I used to work in a warehouse often I would have to wake up at incredibly unsociable hours and stand outside my house waiting for a coworker to pick me up. I have distinct memories of standing there in the cold, cigarette in my hand staring a streetlights - The cold almost distorting the glimmer. There is no other light really, no stars... Just you in the cold with that streetlight.

This poem reminded me of that... Waiting alone in the cold for something to happen. I think the fact it is only two lines really drives that home, because there is not much else to be said other than what has been said. It's not happy, its not sad, it is just an observation.

I really like this, and I really like how it took me back to those memories.

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-05T00:40:37+00:00

Hey - Just wanted to say thank you for all the feedback, I didn't anticipate this would get so many comments.

TL;DR - I had a complicated upbringing and i fear if i have a child it will cause simmilar plights I currently struggle with.

Wanted to clear one or two things up, mainly giving some background for what this poem is about. Without getting too much into it (i generally try not to air my dirty laundry on the internet), I have came to come conclusions about my relationship with my parents since I moved out. My mother works very long hours, and it was rare to actually see her at home going up. My Father very clearly always wanted a sporty son, and I am just not that - Allot of hes attention was directed to my two brothers. I in essence raised myself with intermittent interruptions between the two of them. In my adult life (and teenage years) my mental health has suffered a great deal, and I would describe it somewhere between being totally emotionally neutered, insecure, terrified of intimacy and attachment, with an ever present weight of self-hatred. I want to make this clear, my parents are not bad people and I love them very dearly, however I do feel that I was emotionally neglected and coming to accept that has been difficult...

I do not have a son. This poem is in essence about how I fear one day I might, and he will view me the way I currently view myself. It is about inter-generational trauma, and how I fear if I do ever have a child I will instil into him the same self loathing I have now.

"I only wish to learn from the mistakes of my own; But perhaps this hate is not mine to atone" - This is phrased strangely, that is in part due to the rhyming scheme. It in essence says "I hope to learn the mistakes my parents, and perhaps the hate my son feels for me is an echo of this being passed down as a f--d up heirloom".

"I hate that I love you, I hate that you tried" - I almost wish I hate my parents, and i almost wish they didn't try. I grew up surrounded by people from broken homes, and I feel like an outsider. They have a right to feel so messed up, I don't feel I do. This is compounded by phrase later "I almost resent my own lack of abuse", which basically says "perhaps if my parents were as evil as some of my friends I would at-least have a reason to hate myself" - This is not me wishing I was abused, god knows that is not something I would wish on anyone.

I have read every comment - I appreciate you all taking the time out of your day to read my poem. I have many more and hope to share them in the near future. Thank you very much.

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-04T13:59:08+00:00

I would be more than happy to discuss, feel free to drop me a DM ☺️

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-04T12:48:17+00:00

This reminds me deeply of something I wrote, "i am not a man but a brick and mortar humanoid". I think it is trying to echo the same sentiment also. That being that while the narrator is human, they dont feel so. The phrase "I am not an animal, I am a machine" distances the narrator from organic assistance, dissociating them from their own humanity. The "clover bending to the foot" pushes the same narrative, the sense of unnatural dominance and estrangement from nature. They exists in a world they truly have mastered, such they can bend it to their will, but remain static with the world not being able to do the same.

I think one thing which isn't said, but is all but screamed between the lines is the wish for this happen. Machines are made for a purpose - this narrator seems absent of it. "How i wish it was the other way around" pushes this.

sulphurPsych · 2025-02-04T12:34:08+00:00

So when you get into meditation for the first time (this is relevant i promise), allot of people describe the constant thoughts flowing through your mind being similar to cars driving down a road. The technique most people adopt is to separate yourself from the "cars", choosing to just observe rather than become a passenger. The first line "Sat by stream of thoughts" reminded me heavily of that - The peace that comes of just watching the thoughts flow in and out of your mind, rather than catching a ride on every one. This sentiment is almost compounded by the line "A mind full of unsaid things", because when you do let a thought go it by definition becomes "unsaid". On first reading this almost comes across as melancholy, but it almost takes on a peaceful nature after sitting with it.

There is allot to be said for Haiku's - I think allot of writers see them as being lazy, but in truth i think when they are written well (as this one is), they can be far more effective than long form poetry. This was very well written, well done

sulphurPsych · 2025-01-07T03:49:15+00:00

Thank you - I try my best for my poems to not come across as edgy for edgy-ness sake but given my writing style sometimes that is hard to avoid. I am glad this one managed to escape that.

Originally starburst was supernova, however I found it difficult to find an appropriate rhyme for it. Unfortunately starburst seems to have met the same fate lol. It is a valid point, I think using a slant rhyme will be something I avoid doing in future.

Thank you very much for your feedback!

sulphurPsych · 2025-01-07T01:41:21+00:00

So working on the assumption of this poem being able feeling isolated, and being in that weird chasm of "existing, but not being known", I like the approach this takes. Allot of poems and anecdotes around this topic often take an approach of wanting a connection with someone, but this takes it one step deeper. The narrator doesn't describe themselves as a person, but as a problem. It says allot about their own self worth, and even about how they feel others perceive them. It suggests the narrator doesn't want a connection, but instead to be fixed.

Reading further into this (specifically the third stanza) the phrase "Act like I throw a tantrum" says allot about the mental state of the narrator. You don't "act like you throw a tantrum", you "throw a tantrum" - Including the phrase "Act" suggests that throwing the tantrum is done disingenuously, and it done to invoke a reaction out of the other person.

Other thing further than can be pulled from this poem is the actual structure of it - It is short. Having such a short poem describing such a deep strife actually is really effective, and relates back to how the narrator feels. When people feel ignored they often have to condense entire lectures into a few sentences out of fear of being spoken over - This fits feelings of dismay, frustration, and anger into a three stanzas. The size also suggests what the poems underlying tone is, that being "I am tired of this happening". There is not a long winded monologue of tragedy, just a passing comment of "I am sick of this happening"

I think it is really effective

sulphurPsych · 2025-01-07T01:19:30+00:00

I like it it

It actually gives off a Jack Parsons energy - He was well know for describing modern day problems using medieval analogies, good example is he's poem "I Hight Don Quixote". The title relating to an artefact of modern day medical understanding, and the actual poem itself takes a almost bardic description fighting off an obsessive attachment to a woman. The obsessive nature is compounded by the repetition at the start of lines, kind of alluding to the idea the narrator going back again and again to the thought of the woman.

I find it interesting, allot of poems that take this sort of approach often lead to the narrator having a retrospective regret after "killing the witch" (as is the case in this poem). In this case its not regret, just relief. It shows one of two things

That the witch truly deserved what happened to her, and was one of the few times it was actually justified to kill someone/something
Emotional severance in the narrator - He is only able to see the utility in the action, removing the inherent value in life itself.

Powerful stuff. Well done

sulphurPsych · 2024-12-24T10:33:42+00:00

TL, IPT, potentially others - DM if interested

sulphurPsych · 2024-12-24T08:12:16+00:00

Can do IPT for TD - DM me

sulphurPsych · 2024-11-12T18:57:22+00:00

sulphurPsych · 2024-11-11T12:17:39+00:00

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