Rudá Almeida - Brazilian. Technology enthusiast. Music lover. Rediscovering the joys of online exploration on the "smolweb".
I need a better twtxt client. The one I use (Timeline) has quite a few flaws and rough edges. What are some decent clients out there? Should I stick to a web client or is a locally ran client a better thing? What are the specs needed for yarnd? Can I install yarnd and keep my current twtxt file?
My twtxt instance is under a de-facto attack. Or, at this point, I can't even differentiate an attack from the other in the constant barrage or malicious requests.
There were so many bots hammering it, in only 3 days, they consumed the ironically significant amount of 666 MB — I kid you not! In the last 24 hours, there were 59,673 hits on this endpoint alone.
I had to put my twtxt web interface behind a password-protected BasicAuth directive. As I'm the only one using it, it's fine.
Bots, scrappers and Large Laggy Manglers are poisoning the open web.
Six of my last eight posts were about twtxt itself. As much as it's understandable between all the excitement and confusion with finding out and using a new technology, I really don't want this feed to become something like this:
(source) PS: I just noticed that by making this meta-rant I'm talking about not talking about twtxt!
Just found out there's something called "twtxt registries". There are at least two of them online and it... aggregates twtxts on a semi-centralized consumable API?
Alright. I have a minimal working instance of a twtxt feed. Now, what's the first thing we do? Exactly, FOLLOW EVERYONE!
Weird. My timestamps are all being shown (on https://twtxt.net and https://darch.dk/timeline) one hour ahead of what I expected. Am I manually writing my timestamps wrong? Are the clients interpreting something I'm not aware of? Let me write this one on the "Z" timezone to try to debug it.
Someone on #twtxt or #yarn.social on IRC told me to use a client that supports extensions and replies. Uhh... Client? I'm writing my microblogging by hand! (Hides in a very weird mix of pride and shame)