sysutils/openvox-agent8 - 8.22.0_2
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freshport_news_feedsysutils/openvox-agent8: Unbreak with latest rubygem-openssl update
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www/py-fastapi-sso - 0.19.0
Dec. 23rd, 2025 04:37 amfreshport_news_feedwww/py-fastapi-sso: Update to 0.19.0
Changelog: https://github.com/tomasvotava/fastapi-sso/releases/tag/0.19.0
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Changelog: https://github.com/tomasvotava/fastapi-sso/releases/tag/0.19.0
Reported by: portscout
Dept. of Mouse Patrol
Dec. 22nd, 2025 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaffy_rReturn of the Cute but Awful Little Mammals
You know, the Rexulti I'm on is really doing its job; when I went into our south larder yesterday (we have two sets of shelving units in the closets of our office, two in the north closet and two in the south, which has absolutely nothing to do with the subject at hand) to get some things, I discovered mouse droppings and their attendant dried leavings. We had blocked off their access after their last incursion a fair while ago but, as is all too often the case, hunger and cold weather made them desperate enough to gnaw through the very fine steel wool and the anti-mouse block that is sprayed like spray-on insulation and dries to a pretty hard substance that we'd laid down.
Did I swear up a storm? Yes, yes I did. But I did not descend into the kind of simmering rage that previous mouse incursions caused me. Instead, after about ten minutes of being pissed off at the world, I calmed down. We pulled everything off the bottom two shelves nearest where we figured the mice had come through, and Bob spotted the two decided how we'd handle this - coarser steel wool, to be laid over the previous anti-mouse block, taped into place, and then a further layer of the mouse block. The coarser grade of steel wool should be tougher for them to get through.
And all this is happening three days before Christmas, which I agreed to hold dinner for just a few days ago. Six of us - our best friends in Chicago and one of Andys best friends, who's in a tough emotional space right now, and who needs some support.
But I don't feel too stressed about all of this. Is it because of the new pill? Is it just delayed maturity showing up at the last minute? I don't know, and I don't think I need to know. We're going to defeat mus musculus; I'm going to cook a fine Christmas dinner with Bob's help. It's all going to be good.
You know, the Rexulti I'm on is really doing its job; when I went into our south larder yesterday (we have two sets of shelving units in the closets of our office, two in the north closet and two in the south, which has absolutely nothing to do with the subject at hand) to get some things, I discovered mouse droppings and their attendant dried leavings. We had blocked off their access after their last incursion a fair while ago but, as is all too often the case, hunger and cold weather made them desperate enough to gnaw through the very fine steel wool and the anti-mouse block that is sprayed like spray-on insulation and dries to a pretty hard substance that we'd laid down.
Did I swear up a storm? Yes, yes I did. But I did not descend into the kind of simmering rage that previous mouse incursions caused me. Instead, after about ten minutes of being pissed off at the world, I calmed down. We pulled everything off the bottom two shelves nearest where we figured the mice had come through, and Bob spotted the two decided how we'd handle this - coarser steel wool, to be laid over the previous anti-mouse block, taped into place, and then a further layer of the mouse block. The coarser grade of steel wool should be tougher for them to get through.
And all this is happening three days before Christmas, which I agreed to hold dinner for just a few days ago. Six of us - our best friends in Chicago and one of Andys best friends, who's in a tough emotional space right now, and who needs some support.
But I don't feel too stressed about all of this. Is it because of the new pill? Is it just delayed maturity showing up at the last minute? I don't know, and I don't think I need to know. We're going to defeat mus musculus; I'm going to cook a fine Christmas dinner with Bob's help. It's all going to be good.
