As we transition to the new IP address and the records propagate out to DNS servers from their root servers, things may be a little erratic. Add to this that I don't really know exactly What The Fuck I Am Doing... 

And it ought to be an interesting couple of days. 

I still have forwarding set for https://tsbbs.spdns.org:4916 

and

htpps://tsbbs.spdns.org:8916 

So... you can use those addresses as backups if necessary. 

I think I've got everything fairly well sorted now. It'll still probably give you an "insecure connection error," but everything else should be pretty stable. 

Hopefully I didn't lose you all making the changes. 

Up at 5 AM finishing a migration where things didn't go as planned due to rushed implementation and poorly planned migration. It *feels* like Enterprise IT for a fortune 500 Tech company. 

I thought it was 5 AM. Turns out it was 6 AM. Today is going to drag. 

Pretty sure I've fixed it so that after the first time you accept the certificate, it will no longer warn you that "the connection may be insecure," on every future login attempt. 

Now if I could just get people to get past it the FIRST time, without freaking out. 

Freaking out is something that should be expected with the internet these days.

After all, we are all a little paranoid.  ;)

 Hiya PD!

Mon Nov 16 2020 17:03:24 MST from Otto Roboto

Freaking out is something that should be expected with the internet these days.

 

After all, we are all a little paranoid.  ;)

 Hiya PD!

Welcome home, Otto - to the last remaining 916 Cit. 

Okay, Now that I made it here, I'll try and get back a little more often.

Maybe next time I'll try the telnet interface to see if I like it better than the web interface.

Is there a way you can change the number of messages per page in the room interface? And did I miss something to make it easier to move to the next/previous page of message besides selected the number at the top or bottom of the page?

I didn't get much chance to visit the original Sanitarium BBS back in the day. Now, its time for me to torture you as the Sysop instead of you torturing me.  lol...

Mon Nov 16 2020 18:22:35 MST from Otto Roboto

Okay, Now that I made it here, I'll try and get back a little more often.

Maybe next time I'll try the telnet interface to see if I like it better than the web interface.

 

Is there a way you can change the number of messages per page in the room interface? And did I miss something to make it easier to move to the next/previous page of message besides selected the number at the top or bottom of the page?

 

I didn't get much chance to visit the original Sanitarium BBS back in the day. Now, its time for me to torture you as the Sysop instead of you torturing me.  lol...

I'm looking forward to it! 

I'm just getting serious about this BBS myself - so I'm not sure about all the customized features. Check out 

https://www.citadel.org/

For a lot more information about this incarnation of Citadel. 

and: 

http://uncensored.citadel.org/

For another Citadel BBS with people who know more than me on this.  


Try the Telnet interface. You'll be very much at home. You'll probably love it. I use it all the time - and there is nothing more awesome than connecting via Telnet in an Amiga terminal on an actual Amiga. :) 

This interface is very content and feature rich - I intended to only, solely run the text/telnet client when I installed this. But as I advertised on Facebook, I realized that for modern users, the web based interface was going to be far easier, popular, and allow the kind of interactions they've become used to. I am not a Linux expert - and this is really intended for a more powerful box. I'm running it on a Pi 3B+ with Raspbian. At the time when I set it up - the distro package was broken, and the easy-installer on the website was designed for more "complete" installs of Linux... so, I kind of did what I always do... I stumbled around like a bull in a china shop who has no clue what he is doing until I got it running. But there are some things that are broken, and I don't really know how to fix them. It won't accept file uploads, but you can cut and paste an image into a post just fine. Things like that. Probably permissions issues.  

Invite other people. Pressure them. Especially old 916 Citadelphians. We need more traffic, more conversation.

You can still ZAP rooms - and I want to make this a pretty open BBS. I'm sick of the lack of dialog and the constant rhetoric and division on places like Twitter and Facebook - and I want to make this an alternative that isn't just the complete polar opposite. Now more than ever - if there is a topic or room on the board that you disagree with - just let that ROOM be an echo chamber... is kind of my philosophy. The BBS itself can accommodate pretty much everyone and whatever they believe. 

If Reddit can pull that off, and evidently they can - so can The Sanitarium. :) 

Glad to have you here. It has been too quiet. For a while I had a pretty active user base - then there was a DHCP renewal I didn't catch and no one told me it was "down." Then I fixed that, and it happened again, and I didn't notice, then I got side tracked - and what WAS growing was dead by the time I burned out on regular social media and decided this was going to be it for me. 

So, mostly it has been me, talking to myself, trying to create conversation seeds that would hopefully get other people talking when they showed up. :) 

That is also what the RSS feeds are really about - just trying to create some content here so it doesn't seem so empty. It is kind of like turning on the TV when you're home alone, even if you're not watching it. :) 

Tue Nov 17 2020 17:14:05 MST from IGnatius T Foobar

I advertised on Facebook, I realized that for modern users, the web
based interface was going to be far easier, popular, and allow the
kind of interactions they've become used to. I am not a Linux expert

The text based interface attracts technies and nostalgists. But you need the web based interface for new users and non-nerds.

Oh, and ... fuck Facebook. May it and the person who built it both rot in hell.

I am fucking with Facebook *greatly* the last few days. I'm enjoying it. I can't believe they're peeping out my LinkedIn profile. 

But yes, fuck Facebook... completely. 

Tue Nov 17 2020 17:11:21 MST from IGnatius T Foobar

Welcome home, Otto - to the last remaining 916 Cit. 

I'll bet if you do a geo lookup it won't show up anywhere near 916 :)

LOL... but it still won't be an accurate geo location, in any case. :D 

Have to relocate the Pi and the new router to a shelf in my utility room at some point. This is going to require shutting the Pi down at least momentarily. 

I hate to do this, because that will inevitably be the time someone tires to connect and they'll think the BBS is down again. 


That isn't going to happen anymore - unless the Pi dies. And I should just get another Pi and SD and clone the damn thing now, so I have a manual failover solution. 

Wed Nov 18 2020 19:49:11 MST from ParanoidDelusions

Have to relocate the Pi and the new router to a shelf in my utility room at some point. This is going to require shutting the Pi down at least momentarily. 

I hate to do this, because that will inevitably be the time someone tires to connect and they'll think the BBS is down again. 


That isn't going to happen anymore - unless the Pi dies. And I should just get another Pi and SD and clone the damn thing now, so I have a manual failover solution. 

 

Move complete. We apologize for the downtime. We realize it was inconvenient for you. We'll hopefully have a more stable tomorrow because of the production changes performed this evening. Thank you for your patience. 

 

 

I'd like to reiterate - if you want to make a room, if there is a topic that you want to discuss, feel free to make it. I won't censor your opinions, even if I disagree, as long as they're not going to get me in trouble. 

BUT, there are no biased referees here to jump in. This is Fight Club. It is the Terrordome. You may get dogpiled, and no one will stop it. 

Those are pretty much the ground rules. Now return to your corners, and wait for the bell. 

Also, if a room topic offends you - you can FORGET the room and never see it again. That is ok. That is by design. Instead of worrying that people disagree with you, if it REALLY bothers you, ignore them. It is basically Kindergarten rules. 

Traditionally this would be the welcome banner - and maybe I'll change it, but for now, this is where this goes: 

Trigger warning: The following story contains archaic themes, drug and alcohol use, violence, misogyny, intolerance, sexual themes, right leaning opinion, rebooted ideas and source material and clumsy attempts to mimic the work of a previous author without referencing source material, by a hack with less talent, comic timing or natural ability than the original. We present it in its entirety for historical purposes.

The producers would like to extend their thanks to the generous assistance of the Russian Republic and the Ukrainian Writers Guild, without which this production would not have been possible.  

Yoyodyne International & Associates (Now a Subsidiary of DominiaGlobalPac Group International, a ChenwenshuShen Global Enterprises Consortium company) in Association with Limited Pacific Partners Studios Publications Trust Presents:

Wall of Hate Studios
A  Paranoid Production

Of
 
<Insert Final Title Here>

It is that time of year. The smoke and haze from the annual Burning of California has settled across the Western U.S. and been correctly identified as caused by global warming  er, climate change instead of forest mismanagement or arson, and the annual socialized distribution of mass-produced, waxy pseudo-chocolate confections has been safely and hygienically conducted from a safe social distance. The season of unsustainable celebration of the genocide of the indigenous people of the New World by White Christian imperialist colonialists will soon allow us to reconnect with not more than 3 separate households for a total of not more than 12 people who are all wearing proper safety gear while not singing, shouting, or chanting and maintaining a safe distance from one another in an outdoor space for two hours or less.

And after that seasonal holiday when we re-establish the bonds of family and friendship over food, conversation and drink, plenty of good drink*…

(*excluding family members who have opted out of this annual tradition over differences of political, religious or scientific opinion that are so offensive that the very idea of sitting down to break bread with other members of their biological family is understandably, completely untenable…)

Comes the season every child the globe over (who doesn’t live in a shithole country crushed under the weight of colonialist capitalism) looks forward to. The trees are bare, the first snow covers the bed of fall leaves, the chimneys have all been converted to safe, solar powered, zero emission simulated fireplaces that crackle with pre-recorded audio, and nut-safe processed seasonal-snack alternatives have been warmed in the microwave - because that one cousin has a kid who is allergic to something or other. Yes, it is a season to celebrate the birth of the most beloved Savior, who came to Earth to spread love, joy, peace and understanding to mankind, the figure who inspires and unites people across the globe in a shared experience of tolerance, compassion and forgiveness.    

The Solstice of Pagan Klaus!

What? What do you mean, you’ve never heard of The Solstice of Pagan Claus?!?

How can that be? Did you grow up under a rock? Were you adopted and raised in a cupboard under the stairs? Were you raised by wolves in a jung- uh, tropical rainforest in a subcontinent formerly occupied by the Imperial Oppressors of England? Well, nevermind. Come up, sit down, spaced 6 feet away from me and one another, put on your facemasks, and I’ll very quietly whisper to you the story of:

Pagan Klaus and the 3 Wise Sysops

“Tell us a story, PAGAN KLAUS!”

Get out of my face, you little turds. I’ve got a sore throat, chills, and the runs. I think I might be infectious.

“We want a STORY, PAGAN KLAUS!!!”

Ok. You asked for it.

Gather ‘round, children and let me tell you a story, a story of a better time. Today’s world is an angry place. The Information Superhighway has opened up the floodgates of truth for the masses, and people are woke, and unhappy about what they are waking up to. It seems like everyone was better off asleep.

 The champions of truth and impartial fairness, Twitter, Facebook and Google have ensured that the people of the world are safe from untruthiness and unwelcome opinion by ensuring that their carefully selected, completely trusted and absolutely non-biased panels of fact-checkers have told everyone what is safe to believe and what is not. They’ve also removed the voices of those that wish evil on the world, those who spread fake news and misinformation, who try and mislead the people of the world into thinking that Information actually Wants To Be Free and that America isn’t Already a Socialist Nation.

A moment of silence for our generous, benevolent, Silicon Valley benefactors who have shone a ray of bright sunshine on a gray, dismal, oppressive world.

“This is boring, Pagan Klaus! Tell us stories about MetallicA and barely-legal rocker chicks in Datsuns that kick ass!”

MetallicA got old, got married, had a kid, and lives in suburbia and drives a $75,000 diesel truck even though he doesn’t even know how to work a chain saw. He is a sell-out kids. Now shutup and stop interrupting me. Where was I? Oh yeah…

The world wasn’t always such a perfect utopia of peaceful protests for free stuff and to end pervasive and institutionalized discrimination of… victims of the system forced to break laws.

A very long time ago things were much different. Well, when I was a child, there was no Internet. We had dozens of huge machines to do all the little things your iPhone or Galaxy can do. A phone, a television and a music player were all different things, and you had to go buy a disk the size of a dinner plate to play music on your music playing device, which we called a record player and was as big as an end-table. One of these disks could contain as many as 12 different songs, and if the disk got scratched, it was ruined, and you had to buy a replacement. But it is worse than that. There were things called stores, and that is where they sold these disks, called LP records. The LP stood for “long playing!” You had to wait until the store opened then you had to get into your car, which was ruining the earth with its emissions of fossil fuels, and drive down to the store, find the record you wanted, and then stand in line behind other people doing the same thing to pay. There was so much time spent doing this it was a good thing there were so few songs on a record, because people didn’t have much time left to listen to the music after spending all their time finding and paying for it.

“The old days sucked!”

Boy-howdy, did they!

But that wasn’t the worst of it.

There was no Internet. There was no wireless. There were no smartphones. A computer was only really good for playing video games, and not really that good at that. Because computers were, big, expensive, and basically useless, white people loved them – mostly straight white males – who we all know love big, expensive, useless things that are terrible for the environment (like MetallicA’s Denali.) Worst of all, there was no Facebook and Twitter. Some of the straight white males who owned computers installed a piece of software on it called a BBS. Then they bought a thing called a modem. It hooked up the computer to a telephone line (remember, no wireless). That allowed a single person to call the BBS, one at a time, and read and post the messages there. No one else could use the computer for anything while that was happening. Once that person “hung up” their connection to the “BBS,” another person could call in, read and post messages, then hang up. That was the social media. That was the Internet. It was a very dark time. Flame wars could take weeks instead of just an evening. You had to have a thing called, “an attention span” – which was just a fancy way of saying you were so bored you would focus on anything that was remotely exciting.

The U.S.A. had been ruled by this rich old white man who had been a celebrity but decided to become a ruthless dictator who only cared about the wealthy and powerful. A dangerous virus unknown to mankind was spreading and killing people. We didn’t know how to fix it. You had to wear a kind of latex mask to prevent the spread of infection – but all of your parents were obviously Anti-Maskers. Back then, viruses were so dangerous that many of the celebrities who got infected with this virus actually died.

But then we replaced that guy with this other guy who had gray hair, played the Sax, never inhaled, and enjoyed a Cohiba every now and then. This was the first Wise Sysop, and for 8 long years, the White House BBS was more fun than a kilo of coke, an unlimited pass to the playboy mansion and a lifetime supply of Tide Pens that can remove even the most stubborn and incriminating of stains.

“I don’t think you’re the real Pagan Klaus. You don’t sound like him, and your stories aren’t as good. Your beard isn’t even real!”

C’mon, kid – work with me here. Pagan Klaus is more of an idea than a person. Kind of like the Dread Pirate Roberts or Sgt. Pepper.

“You’re like Dr. Pepper?”

Jesus Christ.

“Who is that? Does he know Dr. Pepper?”

(Part 1)

Welcome to…

Yoyodu--- er… The Sanitarium BBS

Rated (S) - Subversive By the Facebook Internet Authority Panel for Online Decency

So, if you dislike the practices of places like Facebook, Twitter and Instagram - I'd recommend you give Ted Cruz a call and tell him that you find it repulsive that Facebook bans me from posting links to my BBS on their services. 

Ted Cruz's number is 202-224-5922

And his URL is

http://cruz.senate.com