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!

I was on my phone and had the paywall up. Trying again on my PC and shows just fine.

Non paywall: https://web.archive.org/web/20240521021915/https://www.thedailybeast.com/mean-girls-party-barred-server-due-to-weight-suit-alleges?ref=home

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’ve been making Alton Brown’s seedy date bars. Not too much prep, and quick to snag and enjoy! Maybe 170 calories per bar

AAA studios have taught me to be excited about nothing until after release. Even then, they can still take it away. I have a hard te believing this will be the labor of love this deserves, but I’d love to be proven wrong.

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

In the halls of my middle school, I felt like a ghost, invisible to everyone except the bullies who made my life a living hell. Every day, they taunted me, mocked my appearance, and tripped me in the hallway.

I tried to ignore them, but the constant harassment wore me down. One day, pushed to my limit, I finally snapped. When the ringleader, Jake, shoved me into a locker, I swung back, landing a punch square on Jake’s nose.

The satisfaction of retaliation was fleeting as the principal’s office became my next destination. Despite explaining my side, I was met with a stern lecture on violence and the consequences of my actions.

But in that moment of defiance, something shifted within me. I realized that standing up for myself didn’t have to involve fists. It meant finding the courage to speak out, seeking help from trusted adults, and refusing to let the bullies define me.

That night my dad came into my room and savagely beat with a set of jumper cables for getting in trouble.

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

Unless it says never, this is useless!

Woah! Got any pics?

You’ll never make it in politics with that attitude.

People do? Or is it just the poor?

“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 strategy seems all too familiar, why are we letting this person become relevant?

Good to know! I didn’t want to miss out on @kolanaki@yiffit.net comments, but now I won’t have to worry about it.

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.