#Timer Server

[gfuveelectronics]

GB8002 RACK-MOUNT HIGH PRECISION BEIDOU/GPS NTP TIME SERVER GB8002 high precision BeiDou / GPS time server is developed by our company based on GPS timing technology device. It can display and send standard time. The time server uses the PPS and time message of BeiDou Navigation System and GPS (Global Positioning System) satellite to output time synchronization pulse. The device uses SMT surface mount technology for production and high-speed chip for control, with high precision, high stability, strong function, no accumulative error, cost-effective and easy to operate. It is also not limited by geographical and climatic conditions. The device can be widely used in electric power system, network synchronization, communication, traffic management and national defense need timing and punctuality etc. The device has a variety of interfaces. such as RJ45, RS-232, RS-422/RS-485, IRIG-B, TTL Pulse etc. Multi-channel output pulses such as seconds, minutes and hours (free translation), convenient connections and related device, implements unidirectional or bi-directional communication.

FEATURES ■ Provide programmable TTL pulse, can be set to PPS, PPM and PPH, flexible and convenient. ■ 1U Frame structure ,19 inch standard chassis, easy installation and maintenance. ■ All-weather signal coverage to ensure long-term continuous high-reliability high-precision timing. ■ All signal input and output interfaces are photoelectric isolation measures, safe and reliable. ■ High performance, wide range switching power supply, AC-DC compatible input, convenient and reliable, stable operation. ■ Satellite signal receiving and self-service hot standby, according to priority automatically select clock source, seamless switching. ■ The 32-bit high-speed microprocessor + large-scale integrated FPGA chip, parallel high-speed data processing and various codes, excellent performance. ■ Separate 10 M/100M network ports (each port has a separate MAC address), flexible configuration, can be used in different sub-nets or different physical isolation networks, using NTP/SNTP protocols to provide time synchronization services. ■ High-precision punctuality frequency is derived from adaptive synchronization technology, closed-loop control punctuality technology to tame constant temperature crystal oscillator, to achieve long-time high-precision punctuality. ■ Central master clock has 1 channel pulse ,10 channels B code ,3 channels 232 serial port ,3 channels 485 serial port ,2 channels Ethernet. ■ Optional GPS or BeiDou or CDMA three satellite receiving modes, high signal strength, local distributed installation is convenient. Especially suitable for communication base station, power plant, substation, machine room and other equipment time synchronization.

APPLICATION ■ Power plant; ■ Airport time system; ■ Hospital time system; ■ Electric power system; ■ Traffic management system; ■ Radio and television system; ■ Financial insurance company; ■ Network time synchronization; ■ Mobile communication system; ■ Petrochemical iron and steel enterprises;

[ghostenluvs]

Did - did something DSMP happen recently?

why YES IT DID GOOD ANON

IT DID INDEED.

[ganbaria-art]

redraw of that one tainyami artwork from hello pop'n that i made earlier this month

original under the cut

[enbyandyy]

OMG TANGO AND ETHOS POSTAL MESSAGING SERVICE IS SO COOL

LIKE IT CAN DELIVER MESSAGES FULLY ACROSS THE SERVER IN MINUTES WITHOUT ANY PLAYER INTERACTION TAKING ADVANTAGE OF MINECARTS AND CHUNK LOADERS AND THE PORTALS ONLY STAY LIT FOR THE PERFECT AMOUNT OF TIME TO REMOVE THE CHANCE OF LINKING

ITS SO COOL

[15-lizards]

Obsessed with Connor Roy. He would rule as a neurotic housewife with a cluster B personality disorder who mixes uppers and downers. Makes terrible slop art and overthinks how the throw pillows should be arranged. Love it great work Mr Ruck

[queen-scribbles]

*emerges from Tatooine sobbing and covered in sand* I did it… I finished the dynamic encounters objective for at least one server.

[krokaxe]

It is so good to have a writing project to share again 😌

[slabmaxxing]

as of late i have been trying to convince myself that i will live forever and its working

[eorzeanflowers]

Got 3 wins tonight! Typhon is a little boring, but crystals is annoying. >.>

[daggerfall]

Little ESO thing I miss:

Back when Enlightenment would refresh at the exact minute when you first hit Champion Points, so you could use the Enlightenment message as a way of knowing what time it is, like "oh boy 9:13pm!"

[tigwex]

archeage is in its death rattle stages and yet they still do maintenance on that thing...............

[mephiles-the-jester]

the urge to just drop a minecraft server address but i think other players have to download the mods and version install on their computers too so,i cant just drop it ominously,,,,sad

[takenene]

sooo, is anything up with ao3? my drafts were supposed to go bye-bye three days ago

[enbyhyena]

please stop scrolling for a sec!! i'd really appreciate your attention!!

hello, my name is nexys and i am a disabled, autistic, and queer person trying to make it in the content creation world. i'll do my best to keep this short and sweet, but i'm going to be having a subathon over on twitch starting 8/1 (august 1st) at 12pm CST.

this event is super important to me, as i'm trying to raise money to improve my living situation, as well as the living situations of those in my community. i'm also going to be running a charity day on friday, august 2nd for parkinson's awareness, research, and treatment, and will be having on my grandfather, who is an advocate with the disease. and i know it would mean a lot to him if he was able to raise some money to help other people like him.

for those that don't know, a subathon is when a streamer goes live on twitch for a certain amount of time, and the stream ends when the timer runs out. however, the timer can be increased indefinitely by viewers donating money, subscribing, gifting subscriptions, or cheering bits.

due to my disabilities i can't go 24/7 like some of the maniacs (/lh) out there, but i have committed to going every single day for at least four hours until the timer hits zero. and once again, this subathon event holds potential to be lifechanging for a lot of people. plus i'll be collaborating with over a dozen other creators throughout the first week, so you'll be getting a lot of variety! we'll be playing everything from pokémon to phasmophobia, roblox to subnautica, and more!

even if you can't contribute financially, dropping a follow, saying hello, and just Being There would mean the world to everyone involved.

here's my linktree, which directs to every website i'm on, including my twitch channel and discord server.

even if you're not personally interested in this project, please consider reblogging! there's a chance one of your followers might be interested, and any engagement helps. <33 thank you so much for reading this far, and i hope you have a great rest of your day/night!

[technicalfika]

Overcoming Common Challenges in SharePoint Server Installation

SharePoint Server, a powerful collaboration and content management platform, provides organizations with robust functionalities. However, the installation process can present various challenges that may hinder a seamless deployment. In this article, we will explore common issues faced during SharePoint Server installation and provide probable solutions to overcome them. “The tool was unable to…

[aquasoftware]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 ˳ᐟ

FT | Waitress!Reader ✘ Kento N.

Desc | Kento Nanami prospers in routine—until it starts to feel like a cage. One night out with the help of Satoru turns into a quiet obsession when he meets a pretty waitress that becomes his new exciting adventure.

CW | Fluff, simp!Nanami, wingman!Satoru, love at first sight trope, slight cultural inaccuracy (tipping isn’t a thing in Japan, but roll with it <33)

WC | 1.2K ➜ ML

A/N : This is heavily based on Alicia Key’s song

All Kento knew was his morning coffee with extra vanilla creamer, work, and the occasional stop at the local bakery.

In the late evenings, he’d settle into his cozy home—Laufey crackling on the record player while reading yet another romance novel, his typical routine, which repeated on loop all 365 days of the year.

However, that day-to-day predictability started to bore even someone like Kento—who thrived on the easiness of structure and quietly judged those without it.

Nowadays it felt as suffocating as a tie too tight around his neck.

Lately he’d stare at a paragraph for minutes on the page—realizing that none of the words had stuck in his brain. Often daydreaming about new exciting adventures while the world around him faded to white noise.

And could anything feel more adventurous than Satoru—of all friends he had—inviting him out to a retro diner?

Nope! that’s exactly why he came here with him, at least after some arm-twisting (and the promise of mouth watering garlic bread appetizers), he’d given in.

But the moment he saw you in a pastel-blue mini dress with a crisp white apron and black-and-white roller skates, strolling to table seven, all thoughts of garlic bread, and music humming from the jukebox vanished.

He studied you like a masterpiece come alive—every careful step, each tilt of your wrist as you balanced the menus with ballerina-like grace.

“Hiii!! I’m Y/n—your server for today. Welcome to Aqua’s Diner. How may I take your order?” A bright smile flourished on your lips, almost as flashy as your dangly earrings.

He felt the weight of your dreamy eye contact roaming towards only him as if poor Satoru was a ghost, maybe that was just one of his many daydreams though.

Breaking out of his thoughts, his hands rested on his slacks as you slid the menus across the table, before brushing your hair away from your face using your manicured nails. Then clicking your fancy red pen, you pulled out your notepad ready for orders.

He cleared his throat like it’d help the upcoming voice crack. “I would like…um…uh…”

His gaze darted between you and Satoru, heart thudding like a bass drum beneath his prussian-blue button-up.

“What would you recommend? I’ve never been here, so this is a new experience for me.” Kento asked, gulping as he fixed his collar with his sweaty fingertips.

“Ahh, first timer?” You mused, tapping the pen onto your chin. “Try The Hungry Shark—linguine Alfredo topped with parmesan, fresh basil and crab. It comes with garlic bread on the side.”

Kento gave a small grin “The name seems very misleading..” He half-joked, a soft chuckle escaping after “But I trust your call—I'll have that, please.”

You nodded, took Satoru’s order, and rolled away on your skates.

Satoru leaned in like a detective busting a case, eyebrows wiggling as he spread both hands on the table. “Oooohhhh—‘I trust your call,’ huh? What’s that about?”

“Satoru, calm down—it’s nothing like that,” Kento protested, as heat crept up his neck, blooming into a dusty rose atop his cheeks. He already regretted letting Satoru drag him out tonight.

The truth was unavoidable though, a lie detector would catch him, betraying him on the first question. He’d never been so flustered—or so alive—around anyone else.

Especially the constant stream of sending Satoru’s phone texts desperately asking to come back–seeing the waitress on Lennox street. Over and over, it became Kento’s new routine—and consumed his every thought.

Satoru’s phone would buzz continuously:

“Can we go back please? I need to see her again.”

“Lennox Street, right? Meet me there.”

He squared his shoulders, trying to sound firm, but his fingers shook the entire time. Every memory of the first day he saw you made his heart race at the thought of seeing your face again.

That Thursday evening it would mark their tenth time there, the neon sign of Aqua’s Diner glowed against the gathering dusk as the bell above the door jingled each time new customers sauntered in.

They sat by their usual window booth, the late-daylight softening the diner's edges, but Satoru noticed something.

Kento usually hated small talk—yet with you, he found excuses.

Every time you glided by their table—your skates singing smoothly on the linoleum—he’d throw his friend a pointed look and gear into, “Hey, have you heard Laufey’s Everything I Know About Love album?”

Or “Do you think the protagonist in my book made the right choice?” he’d ask Satoru, hoping you’d swoop into the conversation like a creative fairy godmother.

When your eyes lit up and you launched into your take, it felt like he’d scored the winning goal—and his crush shot straight to the clouds.

Satoru watched you both as you paused mid-discussion to refill his water glass, hair catching the overhead light and gleaming like spun silk.

Tonight, you’d tucked a few loose strands into a delicate colorful clip, and a thin chain of freshwater pearls peeked above your apron pocket—subtle touches, but enough to widen his grin in amused approval.

He shifted in his seat and caught Kento’s eye. He looked impossibly tense, sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, as if he were daring you to notice how the soft lamplight traced every muscle.

He’d left an embarrassingly large tip on the table last time—another unspoken hint—and Kento was even wearing his glasses tonight, almost as if he’d rehearsed looking smarter just to impress you.

“That’s it,” Satoru muttered under his breath, though his tone was all warmth. He pushed back from the table. “I can’t take it anymore.”

You paused mid-pour, eyebrows lifted. “Satoru?”

He held up a hand in apology for what he was about to spill, then turned to Kento.

“Dude, you’ve been mooning over her every night—you roll your sleeves up, you flash her that bored-but-not-really look, you tip like you’re bribing her to personally solve Japan’s declining birth rate, and you barely even remember her name, enough! I’m going to say it.”

Kento’s jaw clenched, but there was no stopping Satoru now. He stood and cleared his throat—loud enough to make both of you look up.

“Maybe… I barely remember her name because I’m too busy admiring her,” he fired back, side eyeing him.

You slightly rolled forward, curiosity pouring in your eyes.

“See, exactly my point! my friend here—Kento—thinks you’re absolutely stunning.”

Your cheeks warmed as you turned to Kento, whose mouth had gone suddenly dry. You caught him fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve, then offering you a shy, crooked smile.

“Well,” you said, dipping your head with a playfully fiddling with your pearls, “I think your friend is pretty handsome, too.”

Before he could answer, you pressed the bill toward him—and the back of it read, in careful red-ink:

“If you’d like to see me outside my apron, call me.”

Satoru settled back with a triumphant nod and held up his hand for a high-five—only for Kento to stare so long at the paper that he completely missed it. His pupils widened, goosebumps rippling up his arms, and his heart thundered in his chest, fireworks exploding behind his ribs.

“I appreciate the offer,” he murmured, as if he were signing a contract.

“Kento, you’re so awkward. Oh my god,” Satoru shook his head in disbelief.

“And where’s my thank you? I’m practically a spring cupid.”

Hesitantly he whispered “Thank you.”

“Also I need a dessert to-go for this and all”

“Now you’re pushing it, Satoru.”

You just giggled at their little back-and-forth, then slid away to tend other tables.

Kento clumsily tucked the paper into his pocket, and tried to straighten his shirt—hard to focus on anything else, but thoughts of a wedding with you already rose in his head and you two weren’t even dating yet.

Dividers/Boarders produced by | strangergraphics + kodaswrld.

Song written by Koi’lani/@aquasoftware. ©

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