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  • I feel like there’s a lot of information missing here. VLANs operate at OSI layer 2, and Immich connects to its ML server via IP in layer 3. It could talk to a remote server in Ecuador over the Internet, so the layer 2 configuration is irrelevant.

    What you have is an issue of routing IP packets between subnets. You just need to set up a rule on your router to allow the Immich server on the Internet-facing IP subnet to connect to the correct port(s) for the ML server on the private subnet. Or maybe use the router’s port-forwarding feature. Lacking further information about the setup, I have to be vague here. In any case, it’s conceptually the same as punching a hole in the firewall to let IP packets from an Immich server in Ecuador get to the ML server on your private subnet, except that the server is not in Ecuador.






  • Well, what about the contract? Traditionally, contracts have three main elements: Offer, acceptance, and consideration. That is, one party offers something, the counter-party accepts the offer, and there’s an exchange of something of value between them. It ought to be obvious to even the most casual observer that there’s a lot to unpack about acceptance. Clearly, the party accepting the offer should understand the offer in order for the contract to be valid.

    If I offer the neighborhood cats treats in exchange for not digging up my plants, and they accept, that doesn’t give me a cause of action to sue them (or their owners) for breach of contact when they still dig up my plants. A cat cannot lacks the understanding of the offer, and cannot accept, and therefore no contact exists.

    Similarly, if a human lacks the mental capacity to understand an offer—say, a person deep in dementia agrees to a reverse mortgage without knowledge of their legal guardian—a court can rule that no contract existed, because the person did not understand the offer.

    Health insurance contracts are anything but clear. In fact, the Byzantine details surpass the ability of most people to understand. (Part of my job in the past was getting paid to read and interpret health benefit statements for other people. Quick— what’s ERISA, and what are the legal implications of health insurance vs. health benefit plans?) Is it really a valid contract, if people can’t even begin to understand the offer?

    One might say that people should get an attorney to look it over. Yeah, and then what? Counter-offer? We don’t have much leverage to do so, because the terms of all of the offers are bad, and opting out of health coverage entirely is not a good option. (Even the healthiest person could get hit by a car and be financially ruined for life.)

    That’s the source of the anger. We can understand how insurance is supposed to work: Pay premiums to mitigate risk. Instead, these companies hide all manner of gotchas in contract terms we have no hope of understanding. Traditionally, that would not be a valid contract, but the legal system seems to exist to serve the powerful, so it enforces them anyway. (Even then, the insurance companies try to avoid fulfilling what seem like their clear obligations because sick people lack the wherewithal to fight them.)




  • I first heard about the Y2K bug in about 1993 from a programmer who was working on updating systems. These were all older systems, often written in COBOL, which did not use epoch time, and in fact didn’t reference system time at all. They’d be doing math on data entered by users, and since they were written back when every byte of memory was precious (and nobody expected that the program would still be in use after 30 years), they’d be doing math on two-digit years. It would certainly be a problem to calculate people’s ages, loan terms, payments due, et cetera, and get negative numbers.

    Heck, I remember reading a story about a government system once that marked the residents of Hartford, CT as dead, because somehow the last letter of the city name data overflowed into the next column, and marked them as 'd’eceased. Y2K was definitely a real problem.







  • I had major depression when I was younger. I couldn’t get individual insurance because it was a pre-existing condition. I couldn’t afford it, anyway, because getting and keeping a job was very difficult because, uh, depression? So, getting a job with a group plan was also out of reach. I had to research it and treat it myself, which, goddamn right I’m proud I managed.

    But now I’m middle-aged, single, and probably will never have the savings to retire. Eat a Grand Canyon full of Godzilla dicks, U.S. healthcrime system.


  • Waiting times are atrocious here in the U.S. The earliest in-person appointment that I can get with my GP is about 6 months out. Non-urgent surgeries are sometimes take close to a year. A friend recently had to keep a bladder drain in after surgery for an extra week because there were no doctors who could do the 5-minute removal available.

    Anybody who says that long wait times are unique to public health systems is lying.



  • Osama bin Laden also didn’t kill anybody personally on 9/11, and the attack killed only 2,977 victims, which is almost certainly a lower body count than UnitedHealthcare under Brian Thompson’s leadership. Yet the US military personnel who violated Pakistan’s sovereignty and murdered him are heroes?

    What odd moral standards!


  • Years ago, I went caving out in the sticks with an outdoors group. To change into my caving outfit, I went behind the end of a cornrow, next to a pasture fence. A group of three cows up the hill noticed, and moseyed down the hill to watch. It was pretty clear from their body language that they were bored and curious. (And also, voyeurs.)

    The lead cow mooed at me in a way that kind of sounded like a question. What the heck, I figured, and mooed back. I don’t know what I said, but it was scandalous. The cows’ faces looked like they were positively shocked, and they promptly turned around and marched back over the hill. It was like a real-life “My mother was a saint!” sitcom joke, but with cows instead of a foreign language.

    Yeah, I had no doubt that there was intelligence there.


  • The song is “No Mercy in June” by a band called Hot D.A.M. I’m pretty sure that I got the song by piecing together a multi-part, MIME-encoded Usenet posting. Somehow, I have a whole album by the band in my collection that I found somewhere on the seven seas years ago. I don’t recall when or where now. The best information that I could find back when was that Hot D.A.M. was one of those local bands that stayed local, perhaps one of the many that bubble up out of the musical quantum foam, and disappear just as quickly.