Aaron S. Randreth's Blog

Début, Fin, Mélancholie

Aaron S. Randreth — 2026-04-02

Il est 7h50, je suis assis dans un siège bleu du TER en direction de Paris, sens de la marche, côté fenêtre. Je regarde la Picardie défiler devant mes yeux: des vallées, des vaches, des champs. Étonnamment, le ciel est bleu.

Le laboratoire ferme aujourd’hui. Je m’y rends pour la dernière fois.

Ma musique se coupe. Mes écouteurs Bluetooth blanc d’Action viennent de me lâcher. 

Je suis malade.

Je trifouille dans mon sac. J’en sors un masque jetable noir, avec lequel je me couvre. Il me gratte les coins du visage et me coupe un peu la respiration. Mon dos me fait mal. J’essaye de poser mon coude sur le bord de la fenêtre.

Through the river

Aaron S. Randreth — 2026-04-01

I breath in deeply, filling my lungs with the sharp morning air. Freezing river water rushes around my waist, a thousand small hands punching and pushing me downstream. My teacher looks at me from across the river, too far away for me to see their face. The chatter of my teeth joins slushing of the current in a cacophony that, still, cannot drown the roars of the blood gushing in my ears.

Fix SSL Certificate Issues in Corporate Linux Environment.

Aaron RANDRETH — 2025-07-25

Introduction</h2>
While using a Virtual Machine (VM) on your company laptop, you might have encountered unexplained SSL certificate errors and big red warnings on your favorite browser inside this VM. If your network works perfectly fine outside your VM, then you might be missing the correct certificates.
[I] localhost@aaron ~ [60]> curl https://self-signed.badssl.com/ curl: (60) SSL certificate problem: self-signed certificate More details here: https://curl.se/docs/sslcerts.html curl failed to verify the legitimacy of the server and therefore could not establish a secure connection to it. To learn more about this situation and how to fix it, please visit the webpage mentioned above.</code></pre>
Tin Men and Flesh Robots Raphaël Couarraze — 2023-07-03 A puff of dark yellow smoke slowly left a pair of cracked and shivering lips. For the second time this morning, Agent M82 looked with a scowl at his branded JoyPuffs©</code> and wondered why he had even bought the damn thing. He was freezing, and a few puffs of a cheap cig would have soothed him wonderfully, but of course an agent of SMILE couldn’t be caught with something as brand-unfriendly as that. The detective snuggled tighter in his wool coat – no fancy Warmth and Comfort©</code> suits for the likes of him. He cursed one last time his broken snowmobile, before continuing his walk toward the factory. He made a crunch with each step of his heavy boots, just loud enough to be heard above the howling of the wind. Creepy, Chilly, Angelic, and Somber Aaron Randreth — 2023-03-01 This is a short little sound bite that I made using Helio</a>. I think it doesn’t sound bad, I’d like to do more music in the future. Your browser does not support the audio element. </audio> Slumbering Pharaoh - Chapter 2: Intruders made guests Aaron RANDRETH (aka Tachyreas) — 2021-03-06 Khafra clenched his eyes, a terrible migraine falling upon him. He looked around perplexed, wondering why his surroundings were so dark. He felt around and discovered he was in a tight enclosed space. He paused for a minute as if considering something before shaking his head. He went on assessing his environment, with a slight frown. A slight brush of his hand catapulted the roof, revealing a proper room this time. The ‘roof’ was now firmly embedded in the ceiling of this room. He stood up and used the scarlet light of his surroundings to finally see the shape of this unidentified object. “A…a… sarcophagus ?” he said, stuttering and now falling to his knees. “Osiris why have you brought me back?” he asked in a tense voice, not expecting an answer. Something on his chest started buzzing, he looked down and discovered a scarab shaped almandine amulet. “Khepri ?” he murmured and touched the amulet. Slumbering Pharaoh - Chapter 1: Khafra's second dawn Aaron RANDRETH (aka Tachyreas) — 2021-03-03 A scarab buzzed into a dark empty room scattering dust on its wake. A red ray of sunlight entered from an unseen source. Where light passed gold came from dust and soon a sandstorm engulfed the chamber. The scarlet insect landed on the chest of a sarcophagus and phased through. On the dawn of the seventieth millennia since he was embalmed The Pharaoh stirred.