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Building Rackmount Cabinet for Home Use?
Timothy M. Schumann asks: "I am trying to build a small rack mount cabinet for my family to help with the clutter of our home network. I don't want to purchase a rack or cabinet pre-manufactured; I would like to build my own. However, I have been unable to find a list of physical specifications that racks and cabinets must conform to when built, so I was wondering if any Slashdot readers could help me find such information? Just for a frame of reference, I'm looking for something along the same detail level as the BTX form factor specs that can be found here. Any input on cost effective hardware choices for rack mountable UPSs, switches and/or cases is also welcome." This topic was originally discussed some two years ago, and while there was some useful information was presented, the basic question wasn't really answered. If you were going to try and build a custom rackmount enclosure for yourself (or someone else), how would you go about doing it?
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I'm told that the college sophomore is the most
fucked-up individual you're likely to run into. It's a
good thing, or so I'm told, that they spend most of their
time lying in their own vomit, recovering from hangovers,
'cause otherwise they'd be truly dangerous.
Such thoughts had me worried when I began my second
year of college. I was happy, healthy, and handsome, but
a little worried about some severe decline in my sanity
that was surely just around the corner. I swear I lasted
a whole semester.
It was Granny, the Queen of Tards, that ruined it for
me over Christmas vacation.
I really needed the money. That was my only
excuse... a half-way house for tards was offering to
handsomely pay temporary help at six bucks an hour. I
figured it would pay off my Discover bill. And even
though this was before I had net access, I felt a stirring
of excitement imagining all the tasteless opportunities
this job would afford. Consider it a holiday bonus.
The application was murder, the interview was short.
They didn't ask any of the relevant questions, like "How
do you get your jollies?" or "Have you ever tasted shit,
and if so, would you order it in a restaurant?" They just
wanted to know if I could cook and communicate clearly.
My lingual skills would come in particularly handy. I got
the job. I guess a half a degree in psychology is good
for something.
So I arrived at six in the morning for my first day
of work and my last day of sweet innocence. Tards get up
early, you know? If that isn't in the tardspotter's
handbook, it should be. They all want to be up at four or
five am... they savor those hours that are unfit for human
consumption almost as much as they enjoy prunes. So, I
was still blinking my sticky eyes and yearning for IV
coffee when I met all the "clients," as we were supposed
to call them. Pretty standard group. Lots of cerebral
palsy to go around. Plenty of drool and the ever-so-faint
wiff of grogan hanging in the kitchen air.
There was a tard masturbating in the corner. This
particular development pleasured the management
especially... apparently he used to do this at the kitchen
table. They'd decided that something had to be done at
Thanksgiving, when he hadn't been able to contain himself.
Makes you wonder why you spend Thanksgiving with your
grandparents, doesn't it?
But this story isn't about him. Our friend, who has
much improved masturbatory habits, finishes cumming
just... about... now. As he zips up his fly, the heroine
of our story rolls into the kitchen in her regal
wheelchair.
Nobody knew her name, or how old she was. The
management, in its wisdom, had her age permanently fixxed
at 87. The tards apparently celebrated her birthday of
April 20, just for the Hell of it. But since they didn't
really know old she was, nobody saw any point in saying
she was now 88 as opposed to 87, or 73, or 103. She was
just 87. And since nobody knew what her mother called
her, unknown ages ago, everyone called her Granny. I
called her the Queen of the tards.
You can call her Granny, the Grogan Princess. There
is truth in that title, too.
I mentioned that tards liked prunes. It's a good
thing. Prunes were the great constant in their diet. For
every meal, with oatmeal, with sandwiches, with cherry
cobler, the prunes were de riguer. Sometimes the prunes
were all they'd eat. I had to wipe prune juice off of
tard fingers four or five times per day, per tard. That
was the average.
Granny the Grogan Princess was not the average tard.
She could put those prunes away. She got two big cups of
prunes and was never satisfied. They told me to let her
have 'em. She needed them more than most to stay regular,
they told me. So while I was washing everybody else's
dishes, Granny was still shoveling those prunes down her
throat in t
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Debian is Slow, Worse, Expensive
/lib/modules, as you are going to need it.
Open source may be good, but there is one example that sticks out like a sore thumb as a problem with open source. Debian gnu/Linux. It is offically the Worst Linux Distribution ever made.
First of all, Debian has the most out of date software packages of any major mainstream distros. Even in the unstable version, is KDE 2.2 and Gnome 2.0, with Xfree86 4.1 (A version that really sucks). There are literally years that pass between each update of Debian.
Secondly, its a pain in the goatse to set up, first of all, you are forced to use Kernel 2.2, which is horribly hacked with "backports" to get any use on any modern machine (Read, made after 1999). Good luck memorizing all the *.ko files in
Configuring XFree86 is hell! If you don't have a Thick X11 orilley book, and a list of your horizontal sync values from your monitor's intruction manual (if you even have one), BOOM! There goes your monitor.
Even then, good luck getting anything over 640x480@16 colours.
The most common response to help questions on the Debian mailing list is "n00b, READ THE FUCKING MANUAL, you idiot, go back to WINDOWS XP if you can't learn to use dselect", true too, search the archives if you think I'm lying. Other distros give you comprehensive PRINTED MANUALS, PHONE SUPPPORT and/or freindly forums where repling RTFM gets you banned!
Debians support for any decent hardware, including USB mice, scanners, Sound cards, heck even Serial devices struggle. If you can even get 80x25 text mode with PS/2 input devices you are really lucky.
Apt-get has many flaws. First of all it uses a non standard package format (the rest of the world uses RPM, deprecate the DEB format!), has broken respetories, and out of date software to install. All this combined with the kludgey dselect user interface make package management a nightmare.
And if you think I'm joking about this, find out why THOUSANDS of Debian users are switching to REAL distributions Debian is falling to pieces, if it is to survive any market share it will be through its superior forks (Xandros, Lindows, K/G-noppix) and unoffical package respetories.
Of course, while all this is going on, the only thing the Debian maintainers do is argue about politics on the mailing lists. The distribution decays while its creators argue over inane details like software licensing and the virtues of Marxism. Please! Spare me the political rhetoric and just give me a working distro!
Don't get me wrong, I love Linux, and I'm happily using distros such as Mandrake, SuSE, Gentoo and Fedora. But I'm sick to death of zealots that push obsolete Distros on me EVERY FREAKING TIME linux is mentioned. I'm speaking from real world experiance here.
That is why you place one relay rack in the front and one in the Rear. Man it isn't rocket science.