korny

I like this guide! However, I keep running into an Operation not permitted error when attempting to change the ownership to the plex.plex group. I've run into this a few times and cannot seem to get around it.

EDIT: Got it working, though still running into an operation not permitted error. Though, I unmounted and remounted the drives changing the uid to a new mount point. Plex is able to see the files now!

Now to start messing with docker...

EDIT 2: Short lived, changes revert after reboot and have to remount again with changes.

Thank you! I'll give this a try later tonight and report back!

Just reinforcing the do first, apologize later mentality. They'll get away with as much as they possibly can, then drop an "I'm sowwy" like a BP CEO in South Park.

https://youtu.be/15HTd4Um1m4?si=MEu6Q1wXVoTFoZ2K

I nearly forgot about this game with all the calamity going on. Had so much fun with this one originally.

I hope Grove Street Games isn't involved given the last GTA release.

Unless it says never, this is useless!

Woah! Got any pics?

"Fuck yeah, I really love ads and can't wait to support EA by buying every product I see in my $70 AAA game. Thanks EA!" - EA execs ideal customer

The only crime here is the UI font.

Video taken in my county showcasing a little of how the homeless live around here: https://youtu.be/9YEyLb4iVHQ?si=5S6uCpv5WTQzjBMa

Definitely not me, my dad hates that after my brother did it.

It all began innocently enough. My family had gathered for a lazy Sunday brunch, seeking refuge from the relentless sun.

As the meal progressed, laughter and chatter filled the air. But amidst the joviality, a small ice cube managed to escape its glass prison, slipping onto the tiled floor with a barely audible tinkling sound.

At first, it went unnoticed. But as fate would have it, my younger brother , perhaps distracted by the excitement of the day, accidentally kicked the wayward ice cube under the refrigerator with a careless flick of the foot.

Initially, there was no reaction. But as the meal continued and the ice cube remained forgotten beneath the appliance, a subtle change began to take hold. The father, ever observant, caught sight of the ice cube's icy trail and the faint click as it disappeared beneath the fridge.

At first, he said nothing, choosing instead to watch quietly as the ice cube remained trapped in its chilly exile. But with each passing minute, a sense of unease began to gnaw at him. The simple act of neglect, the disregard for tidiness and order, slowly chipped away at his patience.

Finally, unable to contain his growing frustration, my father's voice broke through the cheerful din. "Did you just kick that ice cube under the fridge?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

He then left the room, but quickly came back and beat my brother senseless with a set of jumper cables.

Last time I read this I was with my father. So it has to be more than a few weeks because it was during our annual deer hunting trip we take in northern Wisconsin.

It was a pretty tumultuous weekend, but reading that made us feel better. We had gone out early in the day before sunrise to make sure we could have the most daylight available to us in the shortened days. Though we weren't having much luck until about 30 minutes to sunset when we saw a huge buck.

My dad got really excited and nearly dropped the rifle! I was shaking with excitement, and nearly fell over but stopped myself. Though, as I put my foot out to catch my balance I stepped on a stick and snapped it. This sent the buck running and my dad just glared at me with disappointment.

Later that evening, after I was asleep, my dad came into my room and beat me senseless with a set of jumper cables.