Nice, tried the link and they couldn’t even set up https. Their target base won’t even be able to type that link out lol.
One random thing that really annoys me is that the site http://shakespeare.mit.edu does not properly forward http requests to https although they have an https version of the site.
Funniest thing I’ve ever seen is the docs for Nginx do the same, no http to https redirection. I mean, you would hope that the maintainers for the biggest web server in the world would be able to manage that but somehow… No they don’t.
server serves a protocol on a port. I would rather it not include logic like that. turn off the http port of you don’t want to serve http.
Why does reading Shakespeare need to be over SSL?
SSL (or TLS nowadays) not only protects against surveillance but also guarantees the integrity of the data you send and receive. Without it, someone could spoof the response you receive. In practice this means injecting ads or malware or even worse: fake shakespeare!
Don’t you just need to toss an “.htaccess” file in the root?
No, an .htaccess file is specific to Apache HTTP Server… although some other web servers have integrated the format. However, most browsers now automatically redirect when an HTTPS version exists.
I’ve been all around the country, and ofc there are exceptions but radio in general is ridiculously conservative. If I have to hear another Christmas song I might just lose it…
Have you tried not being a grumpy godless commie? Imagine saying that Christmas is conservative.
You don’t have to be a godless commie to dislike having a religious event be commercialised and shoved down your throat months before the event.
Christmas is the fricking most magical glorious perfect impeccable dazzling time of year, motherlover! How DARE you pitiful grinches not love every single jolly holly jingly bit of it, motherlover! What is fricking wrong with you freaks?! Have you no festive spirit, noPopulated forests of pine trees covered in twinkling rainbow lights that blanket me in cozy, tinsel-y warmth, b-word? No army of nutcracker soldiers marching up the fricking stairs bearing plates of fudgy butter cookies and mugs overflowing with marshmallowy hot cocoa, b-word? No glistening angels fluttering through the fricking alleyways at midnight, telling stories of poor skeletal children whose bones are fricking decomposing in the fricking cemetery because they don’t have proper Christmas dinners to nourish them, b-word? YOU SHOULD, motherlover! Let their blood and marrow splatter all over youuntil you finally understand the fricking true meaning of Christmas, you naughty scrooges, motherlover! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have gingerbread houses to build while I listen to Madonna’s Christmas album on repeat for all eternity.
Mhhhmmm Pasta
