(#6xuvs6a) Yes it work: 2024-12-01T19:38:35Z twtxt/1.2.3 (+https://eapl.mx/twtxt.txt; @eapl) :D

The .log is just a simple append each request. The idea with the .cvs is to have it tally up how many request there have been from each client as a way to avoid having the log file grow too big. And that you can open the .cvs as a spreadsheet and have an easy overview and filtering options.

Access to those files are closed to the public.


#wmyz6ya

(#6xuvs6a) @eapl.mx@eapl.mx Yes, the idea is to add User Agent support to #Timeline.
Right now it just adds every request to a growing log file, but I have also been working on a way to analyse it, so it only saves the time of the latest request.
I’m not sure how to make it part of timeline itself, since it requeses that you redirect/rewrite from twtAgent.php to the acctual twtxt.txt
Help with making Timeline send proper User Agents to others would be much appreciated:)


#ewhnjna

🔥 ATTENTION: I have really bad news folks 😢

Today, (just this morning in AEST) I accidentally nuke my pod (twtxt.net). I keep backups, but unfortunately the recovery point objective (RTP) is at worst a month! 🤦‍♂️ 😱 (the recovery time objective is around ~30m or so, restoring can take a while due to the size of the archive and index) – For those that are unfamiliar with these terms, they essentially relate to “how much data loss can occur” (RPO) and “how quickly you can restore the system” (RTO).

This pod (twtxt.net) is back up and online. However we’ve last the last ~5 days worth of posts y’all may have made on your feeds (for those that use this pod).

I’m so sorry 😞


#q3fjlbq

One of my quirks—don’t ask me why—is collecting backpacks, bags, patches, and watches, especially those related to aviation and the military. Just yesterday, I added a Direct Action Messenger bag and a 5.11 backpack to my collection.


#7owfudq

@wbknl@twtxt.net i’m currently working on my cyberpunk novella: W3bK3rN3l’s Radio Outpost

In the neon haze of a crumbling world, where the sky pulsed with the electric glow of a million flickering screens, Dmitri (aka dMHz) stood sentinel over the void. The echoes of the Russian military compound he once called home lingered like ghosts in his mind—flashes of chaos, the roar of an explosion that shattered the air and his life, propelling him into the cold embrace of space aboard a battered Gemini capsule.


#exjgoha