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Geek comparison reference of the day
Aug. 28th, 2008 10:44 amDiscovered in Engadget's description of a monitor's resolution:
Allegedly smoother than Billy Dee Williams cracking open a Colt 45 in Cloud City...
Now that's smooth.
Aug. 28th, 2008
Now that's smooth.
FRUSTRATION!
Aug. 28th, 2008 05:29 pmSo I'm doing the whole "save the world" thing with work. Endless streams of customer data, dozens of high-density tapes, and lots and lots and LOTS of backup jobs. Too many and too slow. In a perfect situation, there would be sparkling fiber between these servers and the tape library, endless loops of light. Instead, it's relegated to what's likely 1980s copper wire with a nasty green patina. So, translated, these backup speeds SUCK. This is the part of my job I like to refer to as "earning my paycheck." It's a lot of staring at numbers flicker on the screen, figuring out what needs to be tuned where to get this whole crap-load finished and get the tapes the hell out of Slidell.
Personally, I don't think the facility I'm doing the work for is in any danger. It's an old military information systems bunker, with a gazillion redundant geegaws that usually (and I mean 95% of the time) keep running, hurricane or not. It's relatively flood-proof, wind-proof, and blackout-proof. I won't be around to witness that, but whatever. I'll take remote work seven days a week. You can read that as me still sitting in the clothes I woke up in, unshowered, unshaven and mostly uncivilized.
And then there's my personal plans. You know, I'm spending all this time helping a customer get their shit together, in terms of data at least. But I'm not doing a helluva lot for me. I did plant eight stainless steel stakes under the playhouse yesterday, with ideas of strapping the thing down. I worry my architecture is not rooted enough to withstand hurricane force winds. Basically, I don't want the liability of my kids' half-ton plaything fluttering across the rooftops. That's really my only big worry.
I mean, look, I went through this already, right? It was much worse then, in terms of both the tropical storm and my own personal storm. A lot of good came out of that cataclysm, at least for my family. I don't exactly want to volunteer for another go-round, but it appears the choice is not ours to make. Bigger picture? The decimation of three years of work in New Orleans. I shudder to consider it. And actually I refuse to do so. I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.
On a lighter note, I'm about to clean up and go to the Saints game with some friends. It's preseason, but we're playing Miami and I expect to see a lot of Dolphin blood on the field tonight.
Look for my next report tomorrow.
Personally, I don't think the facility I'm doing the work for is in any danger. It's an old military information systems bunker, with a gazillion redundant geegaws that usually (and I mean 95% of the time) keep running, hurricane or not. It's relatively flood-proof, wind-proof, and blackout-proof. I won't be around to witness that, but whatever. I'll take remote work seven days a week. You can read that as me still sitting in the clothes I woke up in, unshowered, unshaven and mostly uncivilized.
And then there's my personal plans. You know, I'm spending all this time helping a customer get their shit together, in terms of data at least. But I'm not doing a helluva lot for me. I did plant eight stainless steel stakes under the playhouse yesterday, with ideas of strapping the thing down. I worry my architecture is not rooted enough to withstand hurricane force winds. Basically, I don't want the liability of my kids' half-ton plaything fluttering across the rooftops. That's really my only big worry.
I mean, look, I went through this already, right? It was much worse then, in terms of both the tropical storm and my own personal storm. A lot of good came out of that cataclysm, at least for my family. I don't exactly want to volunteer for another go-round, but it appears the choice is not ours to make. Bigger picture? The decimation of three years of work in New Orleans. I shudder to consider it. And actually I refuse to do so. I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.
On a lighter note, I'm about to clean up and go to the Saints game with some friends. It's preseason, but we're playing Miami and I expect to see a lot of Dolphin blood on the field tonight.
Look for my next report tomorrow.