Unless the chart is readable on the bus driving towards you and you're deciding if you want to get on, yes. Step 1 for getting on a bus shouldn't be, access the Internet in my opinion. Nor should every other corner need to have signage and what not that blocks walking access and the view of drivers/pedestrians if we are going to share the same traveling spaces. I just want to see the bus, and say I can take that up 15 blocks to save the walk in the rain.
A lot of places name and number their roads, but yeah I know what you mean. Id prefer it if all streets were numbered. Did I pass Moss Cove? Not sure this is Pine Street, next is Willow Road, vs did I pass 17th, not sure this is 19th and next is 20th
This comment makes me believe that you would enjoy the game Derail Valley Simulator. It's a VR Train Sim that isn't as crazy intensive on hardware as Train Sim World. I play it on a monitor as I don't have a VR setup, but I am seriously considering getting the Steam VR headset now.
First I assumed you lived close by, but then I saw in your username that you are Czech. So now I assume that you are some geoguessr wiz that can recognize any shopping center in the world from a reflection in a bus window.
I don't play Geoguessr, and I don't even really know which countries have left side driving or yellow paint. I am good with maps though, and there were only around 10 stops on the route @[email protected] identified, and the size of the building and parking lot narrowed it down to a few.
Still some solid work. Thanks for saving us all from the unreasonably harrowing ignorance of not knowing exactly where a random picture on the internet was taken.
First, you must board the train at 192.168.1.1, a quirky, rusted locomotive that chugs along creaking wooden tracks laid over a digital landscape. The passengers are a motley crew of binary figures, their faces pixelated, shimmering in and out of focus.
The Journey to 127.0.0.1
As the train lurches forward, you hear a voice echoing through the compartments: “Make the transfer to 127.0.0.1!” It’s an old conductor with a mustache made of tangled wires, gesturing wildly. The train makes a sharp turn onto an unseen track, rattling your bones and sparking a low-frequency hum in the air.
Suddenly, you begin to ping the rails, listening intently for the distant rumble of another train—a kind of signal that tells you if you’re on the right track. “If there’s not an active train coming on the line,” the conductor warns, “it’s probably a hardware issue on the tracks!”
The Strange Encounter
As if summoned by the conductor's words, a ghostly train appears on a parallel track, its windows fogged with a haze of glitches. You lean over to catch a glimpse inside. Instead of passengers, you see flickering images of memories and fragments of songs. One small figure stands out, performing a surreal rendition of, “Rape me, rape me again,” his voice resonating with haunting clarity.
In a flash, the figure morphs into Kurt Cobain, strumming an invisible guitar, blending music with the very essence of the train. Just like that, the world spins into a whirl of colors and sound, and you can’t tell where the rails end and reality begins.
The Final Call
“Get home, son. Get home!” The old conductor’s voice thunders, pulling you back to the present. You’re jolted upright, realizing this bizarre odyssey has led you deep into your own consciousness. With a determined heart, you reach into your pocket, pulling out a crack pipe. You take a toke of DMT, and suddenly the train transforms into a burst of cosmic colors, propelling you into a realm beyond understanding. Everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes everything. You are now one with the universe. "I'm home...".
"Hey, I need a transfer to 172.20.100.93."
"I'm sorry sir, there's no route to that host."
127.0.0.1, sir you've been on here all day.
Honestly if they did have numbers like that though it would help me remember, especially if the IPs were set to streets. 15.17.2.32:0820
Bus travels streets 15th and 17th from 2nd to 32nd, from 8am to 8pm
Seriously? Americans will do anything to avoid the metric system
We don't even have public buses
Sure we do. Just only in and around cities
Made me laugh!
Thank god it’s not ipv6 up there.
But we are running out of unique bus numbers! What will we do when they run out?
We have make sure it’s not using broadcast id and host id first.
Won't work in many other parts of the world, where there are actual street names instead of boring stuff like 15th and 17th
Wait, that was not supposed to be the house number? That is the actual street "name"? Ooof
Yeah I meant like this.
10.9.42.96:0422
Bus runs up 10th and down 9th from 42nd Street to 96th street. From 4am to 10pm (Made up route, just figured it would be an easy example)
And that is supposed to be easier than 2 digits or something you have to look up on a chart?
Unless the chart is readable on the bus driving towards you and you're deciding if you want to get on, yes. Step 1 for getting on a bus shouldn't be, access the Internet in my opinion. Nor should every other corner need to have signage and what not that blocks walking access and the view of drivers/pedestrians if we are going to share the same traveling spaces. I just want to see the bus, and say I can take that up 15 blocks to save the walk in the rain.
A lot of places name and number their roads, but yeah I know what you mean. Id prefer it if all streets were numbered. Did I pass Moss Cove? Not sure this is Pine Street, next is Willow Road, vs did I pass 17th, not sure this is 19th and next is 20th
Jokes on you, there's no number in our street names.
"Wrong subnet. You will have to take a different route."
"Here, take this loopback device and then get off at the wlan hub, then take the ten-oh-ninety 2 stops through wireguard valley"
This comment makes me believe that you would enjoy the game Derail Valley Simulator. It's a VR Train Sim that isn't as crazy intensive on hardware as Train Sim World. I play it on a monitor as I don't have a VR setup, but I am seriously considering getting the Steam VR headset now.
thanks for the recommendation!
I showed this to my gf and said "hah look baby, IP on the bus"
She said "ew, that's disgusting why would you do that?"
Turn her off then on again, see if it fixes things.
Otherwise, I suggest you simply switch girlfriend providers
Sounds like he already turned her off. The challenge is the next step.
I showed this to my gall bladder and said "heh, look little dude, IP address on a bus"
He gurgled "I'm surprised you have the balls to say that"
You just revealed the IP address of a device near you, and thus your location! Learn better OPSEC! /s
https://livebustimes.org/line/sweden/malmo/skanetrafiken/bus/24-stadsbuss-helsingborg/r-u3c-malmo-skanetrafiken-24
Tbf it's not that hard to find a location of a bus, IP or not.
That's correct, it's in the town of Ödåkra, and the round glassy building reflecting in the window is the Väla shopping center.
Tfw the 5000 population town you grew up in is mentioned on Lemmy 😳
First I assumed you lived close by, but then I saw in your username that you are Czech. So now I assume that you are some geoguessr wiz that can recognize any shopping center in the world from a reflection in a bus window.
I don't play Geoguessr, and I don't even really know which countries have left side driving or yellow paint. I am good with maps though, and there were only around 10 stops on the route @[email protected] identified, and the size of the building and parking lot narrowed it down to a few.
Still some solid work. Thanks for saving us all from the unreasonably harrowing ignorance of not knowing exactly where a random picture on the internet was taken.
What do you think of my teapot website? http://127.0.0.1:418/
Can ir make coffee?
Well, the bus driver invited the editor in chief of Aftonbladet to the weekly staff meeting, so that horse already bolted 🤷
Thats my route!
I take it everyday!
Hacker voice “I’m in”
*enters bus*
NetBus
I’ll just wait for the bus to 127.0.0.1
An Odd Journey on the Train Tracks
First, you must board the train at 192.168.1.1, a quirky, rusted locomotive that chugs along creaking wooden tracks laid over a digital landscape. The passengers are a motley crew of binary figures, their faces pixelated, shimmering in and out of focus.
The Journey to 127.0.0.1
As the train lurches forward, you hear a voice echoing through the compartments: “Make the transfer to 127.0.0.1!” It’s an old conductor with a mustache made of tangled wires, gesturing wildly. The train makes a sharp turn onto an unseen track, rattling your bones and sparking a low-frequency hum in the air.
Suddenly, you begin to ping the rails, listening intently for the distant rumble of another train—a kind of signal that tells you if you’re on the right track. “If there’s not an active train coming on the line,” the conductor warns, “it’s probably a hardware issue on the tracks!”
The Strange Encounter
As if summoned by the conductor's words, a ghostly train appears on a parallel track, its windows fogged with a haze of glitches. You lean over to catch a glimpse inside. Instead of passengers, you see flickering images of memories and fragments of songs. One small figure stands out, performing a surreal rendition of, “Rape me, rape me again,” his voice resonating with haunting clarity.
In a flash, the figure morphs into Kurt Cobain, strumming an invisible guitar, blending music with the very essence of the train. Just like that, the world spins into a whirl of colors and sound, and you can’t tell where the rails end and reality begins.
The Final Call
“Get home, son. Get home!” The old conductor’s voice thunders, pulling you back to the present. You’re jolted upright, realizing this bizarre odyssey has led you deep into your own consciousness. With a determined heart, you reach into your pocket, pulling out a crack pipe. You take a toke of DMT, and suddenly the train transforms into a burst of cosmic colors, propelling you into a realm beyond understanding. Everything becomes nothing, and nothing becomes everything. You are now one with the universe. "I'm home...".
The End.
This reads like AI, not the least because the text is as disconnected to itself as the fact that it's about a train instead of a bus.
"Gimme a call on the intranet!"
Anywhere I can plug in this VESA card?
Right there, next to the complimentary Wasa crispbread points
#RandyScandy
[Best I can do is Väla gift card](http://www.xn--kp-fka.com/ Väla presentkort - en uppskattad present - Väla https://www.vala.se/besok-oss/presentkort/)
(the shopping center this bus passes)
You can pay for the ticket with VISA Contactless
Skåne 🤑
Even still I find this a bit shortsighted. You never know if in the future there might be more than 4 billion bus lines and you run out of numbers.
Imagine if there's a very socialist world government that forces carpooling, so everyone's commute becomes a bus line.
Or if on-demand services count each route variation.
I would have thought that was Sweden, from the Swedish on the vehicle
A Scania bus in Skåne is definitely in its local network.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sk%C3%A5ne_County
RIP