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A Quick HAProxy Load Balancer for VMware Cloud Foundation Operations

When I need to stand up a quick load balancer for VMware Cloud Foundation Operations in the lab, I don't want to rebuild the same HAProxy configuration by hand every time. I just want a small Debian or Ubuntu VM, a VIP on the right VLAN, a backend pool of appliance nodes, and a fast path to getting the service online.

This helper script is what I use for that job. It prompts for the virtual IP, netmask, redirect FQDN, and backend node IPs, then wires up the network interface, installs HAProxy, generates a fresh configuration, and restarts the required services. It is intentionally opinionated, which is exactly why it's useful in a home lab.

Maintain Formatting of Embedded Terraform Provider Examples with terrafmt

When a Terraform provider repository ships Markdown documentation full of example configuration, those snippets are part of the product. If they drift out of style, or worse, stop parsing as valid HCL, users feel it immediately. terrafmt is a small tool that helps keep embedded Terraform examples formatted and syntactically correct in both local workflows and CI.

terrafmt scans files for embedded Terraform configuration, extracts the matching blocks, parses the HCL, formats it, and then either shows the diff or rewrites the file in place. It recognizes embedded configuration in a few very practical forms:

  • Markdown documentation files with fenced hcl, terraform, or tf blocks
  • Go source files that return raw strings
  • Go source files that build examples with fmt.Sprintf(...)

In other words, terrafmt is a bridge between "this is documentation" and "this is still code."

Orange and White '79

Lyrics

ORANGE AND WHITE '79

I learned to work a gearbox with my heels off the floor
On an ole Massey growlin’ for more
Back pasture buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest in June
Daddy said, “Don’t force her, boy, she’ll give up too soon”
Watched his knuckles, white against the grit and grease
Fightin’ back a mean streak that wouldn't let him find no peace
By the time I was sixteen, I'd traded the field for the load
And a seventy-nine Chevy on a washboard county road

     It was two-tone rust and a bench seat ride
     That orange and white seventy-nine
     Haulin’ secrets past the county line
     With a payload heavier than the trash on the side
     Every mile was a warnin’, every mile was a lie
     In the hollowed-out stare of a blood-relation eye
     I learned how to steer, and I learned how to bleed
     In that orange and white, I found the wreck of me

Hot vinyl stickin’ to the back of my neck
Radio fightin' static and a Jackson tune
The smell of sulfur and a burnin' belt
Silence chokin' out the cab too soon
I gripped that wheel while he held back a flood
He just stared straight ahead with the iron in his blood
Said, “There was a life before this one, son”
And I pointed that chrome, toward a darker run

Didn’t ask for a name, didn’t ask him why
Didn’t need to know where the truth went to die
I backed off the gas, let the engine moan
It’s a heavy-ass load when you’re drivin’ alone

     Repeat Chorus

Some miles you drive
And some you just drag
Still haulin’ the weight
Past the county road lines
In the orange and white
Yeah, that '79

Writer: J. Ryan Johnson (BMI)
Copyright: © 2026 J. Ryan Johnson. All rights reserved.
Phone: +1 (407) 902-5419
Email: hello [at] tenthirtyam [dot] org

Songwriter Note

I am a songwriter and a musician, but I'm not confident that I have the voice that's needed to inhabit these verses.

My hope is that these words eventually find an artist and storyteller to help me breathe life into them. If that collaboration never comes, I may record them myself rather than let them settle into silence.

Until then, they remain as they were born: quiet reflections on the grit, grace, and shadows just north of the county line.

Orange and White '79

Field Dispatch: Increase the ESX Certificate Key Size in VMware Cloud Foundation 9.0

Effected Versions

  • VMware Cloud Foundation 9.0.x.x

In VMware Cloud Foundation 9, the certificate workflow in VMware Cloud Foundation Operations ("VCF Operations") can make ESX certificate replacement look more constrained than it is.

When generating a CSR for an ESX host, the interface may show 2048 as the only RSA key size available. In an environment where server certificates must use 3072 or 4096 bit keys, that can look like a mismatch between the platform and the security baseline.

The important detail is where the CSR gets its key size. For ESX hosts, CSR generation can use the host's advanced certificate key size setting, even when VCF Operations only displays 2048.

So the question is not only what the dialog shows. It is what the ESX host is configured to use when the CSR is created.

Linux Commands Reference: Essential CLI Categories for Daily Work

The Linux command line is one of those skills that keeps compounding. Once you can inspect a system, trace a process, move data safely, and answer your own questions from a shell prompt, you stop waiting on GUIs and start working at the speed of the machine. This reference gathers 15 essential command categories into one practical page you can keep nearby, whether you are building confidence or sharpening the habits that make day-to-day operations smoother.

This is not meant to be a memorize-everything-in-one-sitting tutorial. It is a working reference positioned between beginner comfort and intermediate fluency, with a handful of deeper operational workflows where extra context matters most.

Note

This edition is intentionally modern. Unless a command is called out as package-dependent, it is chosen to align with current Debian/Ubuntu and RHEL/Fedora-family releases. Where the distro families differ meaningfully, both patterns are noted directly in the content.

Inside My VS Code Setup: Theme, Extensions, and Settings

VS Code

If you spend hours a day in your editor, your setup stops being a cosmetic preference and starts becoming part of how you think. Mine has evolved into a very opinionated VS Code environment tuned for the work I do most often: Go, Python, PowerShell, Ansible, Terraform, Markdown, YAML, JSON, and a steady stream of GitHub-driven automation.

Earlier this month, I wrote about why I use JetBrains GoLand and PyCharm over VS Code for some language-specific work. That's still true. But VS Code remains one of the most useful tools on my machine because it is fast, flexible, and easy to shape around the task in front of me.

This post is a tour of the setup I keep coming back to, the one that feels like home every time I open VS Code.

Hole in the Floor

Trigger Warning

This piece includes themes of violence, childhood trauma, and emotional neglect. Please proceed with care.

Reflection

Some houses hold warmth; the one I grew up in held its breath.

Tension lived in the walls, and even the floorboards carried the weight of something left unsaid.

This is a song about the kind of trauma that weaves itself into the grain of a life, and the impossible weight of an apology that arrives decades too late.

Lyrics

HOLE IN THE FLOOR

I showed up in the summer of '76
Born into a house of broken bricks
You mortared the cracks with the debt and the kids
And a ledger of things that the memory forbids
Four little children learning to read the air
Knowing when to vanish and when not to stare
By the time I packed up my bags to leave
There was nothing left in that house to believe

I remember that Tuesday, the air was thick
The sound of your footsteps making me sick
I stepped to the center and I drew the line
Seventeen years and I’m out of time
I stood like a stone while the room turned to ice
Done asking permission, done taking advice
I’m lucky I left when the moment was right
Before the fire in my blood finally caught light

     I was miles away, I was safe and gone
     While you were in the hallway carrying on
     With a heavy hate and a .38
     A bitter man snapping beneath the weight
     Now there’s a piece of lead in the cold and gloom
     Lodged in the floorboards of my upstairs room

The youngest was standing there, frozen and small
The others were listening through cracks in the wall
I didn’t find out 'til the smoke had cleared
That you finally became what we always feared
Mama changed her name and she walked out the door
But you stayed the same man you had been before

     Repeat Chorus

I sat by your bed when the breathing got thin
Watching the light slowly leave your skin
You looked at me through the morphine haze
And apologized for the rest of your days
You said, “Son, I’m sorry for hurting your Ma”
But a hole in the floor was all that I saw

Oh, there’s a piece of lead in the cold and gloom
Lodged in the floorboards of my upstairs room
Yeah, a hole in the floor
Was all that I saw

Writer: J. Ryan Johnson (BMI)
Copyright: © 2026 J. Ryan Johnson. All rights reserved.
Phone: +1 (407) 902-5419
Email: hello [at] tenthirtyam [dot] org

Songwriter Note

I am a songwriter and a musician, but I'm not confident that I have the voice that's needed to inhabit these verses.

My hope is that these words eventually find an artist and storyteller to help me breathe life into them. If that collaboration never comes, I may record them myself rather than let them settle into silence.

Until then, they remain as they were born: quiet reflections on the grit, grace, and shadows just north of the county line.

How to Write Effective GitHub Issue Templates

A pull request template improves the quality of proposed changes, but it only helps after someone has already made it to the solution stage. GitHub issue forms solve the earlier problem: they shape the information you collect when someone reports a bug, asks for an enhancement, or suggests a documentation fix. In that sense, they're the natural companion to a pull request template, and for many repositories they do even more to reduce maintainer back-and-forth.

While my previous post, How to Write an Effective GitHub Pull Request Template, was about improving review, this post is about improving intake.

  • Pull request templates help contributors explain a proposed change.
  • Issue template help contributors explain a problem, an idea, or a gap before any code has been written.

That distinction matters, because most maintainer time is lost much earlier in the process: missing reproduction steps, missing environment details, vague enhancement requests, and documentation issues with no concrete suggestion.

Some Things Stay Small

Trigger Warning

This piece includes themes of loss, grief, and hard mercy. Please proceed with care.

Reflection

Published in tandem with What the Red Clay Keeps, which reflects on these tangled roots of affection and grief that defined my Southern experience.

Lyrics

SOME THINGS STAY SMALL

I counted heads in the morning light
Steam rising thick in the January cold
The runt was pinned to the cedar slats
Too thin to stand, too weak to hold
Mama whispered, "Let him be"
But Daddy just stared at the ground
I learned right then, in the quiet air
A breaking heart doesn’t make a sound

     It don't pay to love what you can't save
     But you do it anyway
     You want to see 'em run the fields
     But the red clay wants 'em to stay
     And it’s a long, dark walk to the edge of the woods
     To give 'em the peace they crave
     Yeah, he wouldn't grow
     God, I know
     Some things stay small
     Then they go

Daddy weighed him with heavy eyes
Same way he’d done a hundred times
Said, "He ain’t gonna make the winter, son"
Like reading a sentence for a crime
The .22 rifle by the kitchen screen
Morning quiet, sharp and clean
There’s a kind of mercy that looks like a sin
When you’re the one standing in between

     Repeat Chorus

He was shivering where the others slept warm
Reaching for a teat in the middle of a storm
If mercy’s got a human face
It ain't in the prayer, it's in the hard embrace

I still see him when the night runs thin
When the radiator hums and the walls close in
I don’t dream of the blood or the broken things
Just a little life waiting on the peace it brings
I don’t curse my daddy’s hands
I don't hold a grudge for the debt he paid
It takes a whole lot of love to kill something
So it doesn't have to be afraid

It don't pay to love what you can't save
But you do it anyway
I still see him run the fields
In a dream from a different day
But he wouldn't grow
Now I know
Some things stay small
And that’s okay
Yeah, they go
Yeah, they go

Writer: J. Ryan Johnson (BMI)
Copyright: © 2026 J. Ryan Johnson. All rights reserved.
Phone: +1 (407) 902-5419
Email: hello [at] tenthirtyam [dot] org

Songwriter Note

I am a songwriter and a musician, but I'm not confident that I have the voice that's needed to inhabit these verses.

My hope is that these words eventually find an artist and storyteller to help me breathe life into them. If that collaboration never comes, I may record them myself rather than let them settle into silence.

Until then, they remain as they were born: quiet reflections on the grit, grace, and shadows just north of the county line.

What the Red Clay Keeps

Trigger Warning

This piece includes themes of loss, grief, and hard mercy. Please proceed with care.

There are places in the South where mercy rots before it ripens. You can feel it in the sag of a porch beam, in the black water holding still beneath the cypress knees, in the red clay that clings to a boot like a hand unwilling to let go. Even in winter the land keeps its fever. Spanish moss hangs from the trees like old church lace gone gray with grief. Cicadas are long dead by January, but their husks still cling to fence posts and bark, the empty shape of a thing that sang itself raw and left its shell behind.

This is the country of crumbling sheds and cedar slats silvered by weather, where small lives are counted at daybreak and losses are folded into chores before breakfast. The air smells of ping, wet straw, heat, stale prayer, and the sour sweetness of something too long confined. Somewhere a mother lowers her voice because the truth sounds uglier spoken aloud. Somewhere a father studies the ground as though judgment might be written in the red clay. Before anything happens, you already know everybody here has inherited something they did not choose and will not escape.