Also, I am not sure you can automatically expect the output of the find command to be assigned to the file variable. I would output the find command to a temp file, and then grab the filenames one by one from the file and then put that in a do/done loop. Eg:
find ./ -type f \( -iname \*.jpg -o -iname \*.png \) > yourtempfile.tmp
for file in `cat yourtempfile.tmp`
do
echo "in loop"
echo "$file"
....
done
Here are some results I got when it ran:
in loop
./Figs_XSR900.JPG
'.'/'Figs_XSR900.JPG'
Renaming ./Figs_XSR900.JPG to ./356bb549-d25c-4c9b-a441-f8175f963c8c
in loop
./20240625195740_411A6199.JPG
'.'/'20240625195740_411A6199.JPG'
Renaming ./20240625195740_411A6199.JPG to ./3cc9ba51-1d15-4a10-b9ee-420a5666e3e2
Personal computers were only just starting to become common. The Apple Macintosh launched in 1984, the IBM PC a few years before. There was no Microsoft Windows, no Linux. If you didn’t type your paperwork yourself, most large workplaces had a typing pool to do it for you
I was given a failing grade in school because I used a computer to type an essay and print it. Dot matrix gave me away. It was considered cheating back then. My Dad was so pissed he went and bought a letter quality printer so that the teacher couldn't tell that it wasn't typed.
In the vein of dull advice, how about packing up a diaper bag and getting a car seat in your car. Then pick a small item that you cannot leave the house without bringing along. You can't forget it in the car either, you need to bring it with you wherever you go, so make it something one of you can put in a purse or bag. For me, when we had our first child, the realization the next morning was that we couldn't just jump in the car anymore and go. It had now become a process.
I distinctly remember that the NFL tried that out once, where they broadcast a game with no announcers. My Dad and I thought it was amazing, but evidently we were far and few between as I recall they only did it the one time.
What I really don't understand is how they end a football game and then have to sit around for 20 mins rehashing the game they JUST SAW...
"Remember that time the guy caught the ball and then ran?"
"Oh yeah, that was like 10 whole mins ago."
"That was so good."
"Yeah."
Living Spaces is the one that drives me nuts with the woman singing at the end. Plenty others are horrible, but that one in particular just hits a nerve for me.
Long time ago, but by far the worst for me was when I inherited some code that a previous programmer had done. Every variable was a breakfast item. So if biscuit>bacon then scrambledeggs=10. Shit like that. It was a nightmare and luckily I only had to deal with it infrequently.
It was like an email that you would get monthly. Someone would deliver it to your mailbox. We used to call it shrubscribe since it was made from actual plant fibers. Over time it has been changed to subscribe since it all went electronic. It's how we used to get our news as well. Weekly World News and the National Enquirer were our main sources. Sadly the internet has taken those away from us.
Damn english. Yeah I can see how that was a way to read it. I meant that they stepped out of the room one time, and I tickled the little guys feet. Who wouldn't want to tickle a baby's cute little feet. They never saw me, and I never told them I did it. Now if I was an asshole, I would be telling them what I did, now that he is older and doesn't stutter, trying to use it to prove them wrong. But I would never bring it up, and only brought it up here because I can remain mostly anonymous so they will never find out.
I tickled his feet one time when they were out of the room and they have no idea it happened. Maybe I wrote that the wrong way, but I have never gone against their wishes otherwise, and I damn sure wouldn't do it right in front of them. You are blowing this way out of proportion. I only gave out information pertinent to the topic of the thread, and since I don't know you, and you don't know me, I really don't understand your point here. What are you trying to accomplish by judging me with a single paragraph of my story? Would you like me to add in the part where, when my kids were young their mom walked out on all of us and left us standing in a driveway as she drove off. I had three young kids that I had to take inside, feed, get them ready for bed, then get them up the next morning and get them to school and daycare, then get myself to work. You are trying to portray me as some gigantic asshole who doesn't respect my kids. I love my kids and grandkids, and no matter what you say or read off your Jump To Conclusions Mat(tm) will change that. I have always been there for them, end of story. This has been interesting, but I am done here.
You specifically ignored the rules they asked you to follow when watching their children
One single time I tickled my grandson's feet. Other than that all of the other rules they have placed I have been respectful of whether I agree or disagree and I am allowed to think of their rules however I want. Not sure where you are getting that I am just blatantly ignoring them.
Extremely sad. I do often wonder what the last song I will ever listen to will be, and along with that if the song I am listening to right now will be the last time I ever hear it.
Please, I would love to see how AI would fix this...
Also, I am not sure you can automatically expect the output of the find command to be assigned to the file variable. I would output the find command to a temp file, and then grab the filenames one by one from the file and then put that in a do/done loop. Eg:
Here are some results I got when it ran:
in loop
./Figs_XSR900.JPG
'.'/'Figs_XSR900.JPG'
Renaming ./Figs_XSR900.JPG to ./356bb549-d25c-4c9b-a441-f8175f963c8c
in loop
./20240625195740_411A6199.JPG
'.'/'20240625195740_411A6199.JPG'
Renaming ./20240625195740_411A6199.JPG to ./3cc9ba51-1d15-4a10-b9ee-420a5666e3e2
A coin purse?
I was given a failing grade in school because I used a computer to type an essay and print it. Dot matrix gave me away. It was considered cheating back then. My Dad was so pissed he went and bought a letter quality printer so that the teacher couldn't tell that it wasn't typed.
In the vein of dull advice, how about packing up a diaper bag and getting a car seat in your car. Then pick a small item that you cannot leave the house without bringing along. You can't forget it in the car either, you need to bring it with you wherever you go, so make it something one of you can put in a purse or bag. For me, when we had our first child, the realization the next morning was that we couldn't just jump in the car anymore and go. It had now become a process.
Central Texas Pig Rescue - One year they put on a pig pageant, and it was the cutest thing ever.
I distinctly remember that the NFL tried that out once, where they broadcast a game with no announcers. My Dad and I thought it was amazing, but evidently we were far and few between as I recall they only did it the one time.
What I really don't understand is how they end a football game and then have to sit around for 20 mins rehashing the game they JUST SAW...
"Remember that time the guy caught the ball and then ran?"
"Oh yeah, that was like 10 whole mins ago."
"That was so good."
"Yeah."
Living Spaces is the one that drives me nuts with the woman singing at the end. Plenty others are horrible, but that one in particular just hits a nerve for me.
I mute commercials.
Long time ago, but by far the worst for me was when I inherited some code that a previous programmer had done. Every variable was a breakfast item. So if biscuit>bacon then scrambledeggs=10. Shit like that. It was a nightmare and luckily I only had to deal with it infrequently.
You can't polish a turd.
It was like an email that you would get monthly. Someone would deliver it to your mailbox. We used to call it shrubscribe since it was made from actual plant fibers. Over time it has been changed to subscribe since it all went electronic. It's how we used to get our news as well. Weekly World News and the National Enquirer were our main sources. Sadly the internet has taken those away from us.
Maybe they were exposed to too much dihydrogen monoxide?
Damn english. Yeah I can see how that was a way to read it. I meant that they stepped out of the room one time, and I tickled the little guys feet. Who wouldn't want to tickle a baby's cute little feet. They never saw me, and I never told them I did it. Now if I was an asshole, I would be telling them what I did, now that he is older and doesn't stutter, trying to use it to prove them wrong. But I would never bring it up, and only brought it up here because I can remain mostly anonymous so they will never find out.
I tickled his feet one time when they were out of the room and they have no idea it happened. Maybe I wrote that the wrong way, but I have never gone against their wishes otherwise, and I damn sure wouldn't do it right in front of them. You are blowing this way out of proportion. I only gave out information pertinent to the topic of the thread, and since I don't know you, and you don't know me, I really don't understand your point here. What are you trying to accomplish by judging me with a single paragraph of my story? Would you like me to add in the part where, when my kids were young their mom walked out on all of us and left us standing in a driveway as she drove off. I had three young kids that I had to take inside, feed, get them ready for bed, then get them up the next morning and get them to school and daycare, then get myself to work. You are trying to portray me as some gigantic asshole who doesn't respect my kids. I love my kids and grandkids, and no matter what you say or read off your Jump To Conclusions Mat(tm) will change that. I have always been there for them, end of story. This has been interesting, but I am done here.
Send noods.
One single time I tickled my grandson's feet. Other than that all of the other rules they have placed I have been respectful of whether I agree or disagree and I am allowed to think of their rules however I want. Not sure where you are getting that I am just blatantly ignoring them.
Thanks for this. Listened to about 20 mins and already found an album for sale which is now on its way.
Extremely sad. I do often wonder what the last song I will ever listen to will be, and along with that if the song I am listening to right now will be the last time I ever hear it.
If you are a man over 40 attending a Taylor Swift concert it's highly possible you have a teenage daughter.