Re: still having problems

[Derek R. Price]

Hey.  Just thought I'd tell _somebody_ who might care.  A convenient checkbox to
filter (or give a lower score to) emails with the keywords "search", "archive",
and perhaps "mail-archive" and/or "e?mail" would probably be neat and even much
in demand soon if anybody has the time.  See below.

For those that didn't know, address@hidden is mail-archive.com's work list.

Derek

Larry Jones wrote:

> Hanser, Kevin writes:
> >
> > Well, I looked at the archives, I looked at the FAQ, but it's still doing
> > it...
> > I mispoke before apparently... I'm still getting the /root/.cvsignore error.
> >
> > I have the -f in inetd.conf
> >
> > So, according to the FAQ, this means the HOME variable is being set, right?
> > So what's the easiest way to fix that?  The FAQ is pretty vague, and my
> > first attempt at creating a shell script didn't work too well... so
> > specifics would be nice :)
>
> You did remember to restart inetd after changing the configuration file,
> right?  If so, go search the archives a bit more -- there have been step
> by step instructions given for dealing with $HOME for both inetd and
> xinetd.  Try searching for "env".
>
> -Larry Jones
>
> I keep forgetting that rules are only for little nice people. -- Calvin
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Hamlet:  To be or not to be - that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.  To die, to sleep -
No more - and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.  'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.  To die, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream.  Ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause.  There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?  Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.  Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! - Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

     - Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1, Lines 56-89