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anime graf mays 🛰️🪐 (npub108z…dkr5) Electric Pants :prince_dance: (npub1qq7…fedr) The Original X (npub13d5…jhcn) It's worse, it was supposed to be XML. Then they added the weird single-line syntax so you could write
<Location "/mirror/foo/">
ProxyPass "http://backend.example.com/";
</Location>
Instead of
<Location "/mirror/foo/">
<ProxyPass>http://backend.example.com/</ProxyPass>;
# Or maybe it was like this:
<ProxyPass "http://backend.example.com/"; />
# I don't remember. I was traumatized.
</Location>
We were just kids, graf. And they put us in the middle of that Apache httpd 1.3 hell. I can see every detail of the villages we burned. I can hear the screams, right here, it's like they never stopped. My God, I can feel the heat from the flames! I had to cover my buddy at the network console, it was chaos. Mortar rounds landing, they always seemed like they were an inch away, hostiles shoulder to shoulder, maybe a yard away, maybe a mile, but they felt like they were towering over us. I was terrified but there was nowhere to run, nothing around us but enemies and the dead, I couldn't even hear him typing, but he kept nudging me. I kept them off, though I don't know how. He nudged me again and so I turned around and told him I was kinda busy, but he just slumped, and jutting out of his neck were two massive, bracketed tags, <Shrapnel> and </Shrapnel>, and I realized I'd been providing cover fire for a dead man this entire time. I didn't have time for the init scripts, I just rebooted the damn box. How I got out of there, I don't know, it was like a blood-drenched nightmare that gradually subsided--I hope to God none of them were friendlies--and then when I regained my senses, I was walking down a quiet road towards the grey, pre-dawn sun.
<Location "/mirror/foo/">
ProxyPass "http://backend.example.com/";
</Location>
Instead of
<Location "/mirror/foo/">
<ProxyPass>http://backend.example.com/</ProxyPass>;
# Or maybe it was like this:
<ProxyPass "http://backend.example.com/"; />
# I don't remember. I was traumatized.
</Location>
We were just kids, graf. And they put us in the middle of that Apache httpd 1.3 hell. I can see every detail of the villages we burned. I can hear the screams, right here, it's like they never stopped. My God, I can feel the heat from the flames! I had to cover my buddy at the network console, it was chaos. Mortar rounds landing, they always seemed like they were an inch away, hostiles shoulder to shoulder, maybe a yard away, maybe a mile, but they felt like they were towering over us. I was terrified but there was nowhere to run, nothing around us but enemies and the dead, I couldn't even hear him typing, but he kept nudging me. I kept them off, though I don't know how. He nudged me again and so I turned around and told him I was kinda busy, but he just slumped, and jutting out of his neck were two massive, bracketed tags, <Shrapnel> and </Shrapnel>, and I realized I'd been providing cover fire for a dead man this entire time. I didn't have time for the init scripts, I just rebooted the damn box. How I got out of there, I don't know, it was like a blood-drenched nightmare that gradually subsided--I hope to God none of them were friendlies--and then when I regained my senses, I was walking down a quiet road towards the grey, pre-dawn sun.