ehowton (ehowton) wrote,

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Good to see you again, son.

You are walking down a country road. It is a quiet afternoon. You look up and far, far down the road you see someone walking toward you. You are surprised to have noticed someone so far away. But you keep walking, expecting nothing more than a friendly nod as you pass. He gets closer. You see he has bright orange hair. He is closer- a white sating suit spotted with colored dots. Closer-a painted white face and red lips. You and he are fifty yards apart. You, and a full-fledged clown holding a bicycle horn are twenty yards apart. You approach on the lonely country road. You nod. He honks and passes.
-- Steve Martin, "Cruel Shoes"

The core switch in our facility which is the fiber-backbone of our entire network blew out this morning bringing everyone down. This is not a small thing. Fortunately, the day before, we had identified a burning smell coming from the switch and it was hot to the touch, so we contacted the remote network guys and asked them to overnight us a new one. It arrived this morning, 30 minutes after the switch blew, fully configured. Swap GBICs, power on the unit, total downtime: 40 minutes. A severe outage that actually made us look good, like we know what we're doing. I love it when a plan comes together.

My back stopped hurting yesterday about 1500. Well, it evaporated to the point it was no longer my main focus. As I was mostly inanimate that day, my newfound evening-time energy level was over-the-top; a rare occurrence indeed. My wife was shell-shocked and hiding in the basement when I got home. Apparently, she stopped drinking coffee and had only decaffeinated tea during the day. She was completely listless. No worries, Super-Dad was home! I did a little of this, a little of that, danced a dance, then smoked some salmon on the grill. It was so good that both the children ate all of theirs, and asked for seconds. WOW! Later that evening, after I'd read to the children and tucked them into bed, the wife and I stayed up and played HGTV's Mission: Organization in the basement and tried to maximize our living area by shifting our paradigm of expectations and events. Even straight lines became blurred as we laid out the battlefield! At 0045 it was time to throw in the towel with much progress having been made.

From a meme on swashbuckler332's site:

Made out with someone on your friends list?
No... but I certainly wouldn't mind with some of them... (stop looking so hopeful, ehowton, I'm not talking about you).

Alas, shot down again...

How cool is this: My wife asks me about digitizing all our music, and making it available wirelessly throughout the house. Wow! What a dream come true! I start with the plasma HDTV required for the new mac mini using iLife '06 and it's built-in wireless, sharing out the second 160GB drive she suggested I purchase to hold our (approximately) remaining 10,000 songs. I explained that most of the infrastructure was already in place to do this, we'd just require the second mini and the television as the big-ticket items. Her goal, in part - was to get rid of the physical media, my 2500 CD's. I explain corporate backup strategy and relate it to the CD's being our 'backup' in case of catastrophic failure, conceding that I would gladly pack them up and store them away for archival purposes. I also explained the time involved in bringing such a project to fruition. She wasn't disenchanted with any part of my oration, which is always a good sign. She also wanted to move toward a better surround-system, which I managed to talk up a more expensive version of what we currently have, without breaking the $500 range. Ta-friggin-da!

I'm sorry. My responses are limited. You must ask the right questions.
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