Granted, it's a very small data center - about twenty servers, plus assorted routers, switches and other paraphenalia.
The SFI (Small Financial Institution) that I work for decided about a year ago to plan ahead for the next ten years, and build a brandy-new Administration building to serve our five current branches.
That includes a brand-spanking-new server room (my term) or "data center" (our Marketing Guy's term).
We have raised floors (to keep the cable mess to a minimum), CAT6 wiring (for Very Fast data flow - can you say "gigabit"?), and some new switches (also for gigabit). All this "giga" stuff makes my geek heart just giggle...
So now it's all ready - and we've been moving servers and switches and routers, Oh My! And changing IPs and wrestling with cable and sweating bullets to get all this stuff in place and running.
'Cause Tuesday, if it don't work, the handy-dandy wall out back will be ready for it's first bullet marks, after the hapless IT geeks have been stood, "Up Against The Wall".
So, that's where OWW has been for the last couple of weeks.
It's kinda like marriage - BEING married is great, GETTING married is... not so great.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Sigh. More Politics...
I see that Kim duToit and Emporer Misha, among others, are somewhat... irritated with John McCain.
Hell, I ain't too thrilled with him myself.
To be blunt, Senator, McCain-Feingold irritated me, and McCain-Kennedy flat-out pissed me off at you AND at one G.W. Bush.
But that does not blind me to reality.
Reality: There are alleged humans out there who will blow themselves, children, and retarded women up to terrorize and disgust us, and to make us give up.
There is at least one Islamist state out there which is actively pursuing nuclear weapons, and has indicated very strongly that they will use those nukes against Israel.
So, Kim has already stated that while he may puke all over the ballot box, he'll vote for McCain, probably.
Misha (and all the rest of the True Conservatives) really need to correct your cranial-rectal inversion and THINK about what a Clinton or Obama sitting in the Oval Office might mean for you and me, and for our children.
We, the "Party", need to get up on our hind legs and do two things:
1. Hold our collective noses, and vote McCain in November.
2. Presuming he can whup Clinton or Obama, we can and should hold his toes to the fire until he sees the sweet light of reason.
The Clinton/Obama (or vice-versa) would be a much bigger disaster, wouldn't it?
And, once again, to Mr. Fred Thompson: "Damn your eyes, Sir, for running a suck-ass campaign!"
Hell, I ain't too thrilled with him myself.
To be blunt, Senator, McCain-Feingold irritated me, and McCain-Kennedy flat-out pissed me off at you AND at one G.W. Bush.
But that does not blind me to reality.
Reality: There are alleged humans out there who will blow themselves, children, and retarded women up to terrorize and disgust us, and to make us give up.
There is at least one Islamist state out there which is actively pursuing nuclear weapons, and has indicated very strongly that they will use those nukes against Israel.
So, Kim has already stated that while he may puke all over the ballot box, he'll vote for McCain, probably.
Misha (and all the rest of the True Conservatives) really need to correct your cranial-rectal inversion and THINK about what a Clinton or Obama sitting in the Oval Office might mean for you and me, and for our children.
We, the "Party", need to get up on our hind legs and do two things:
1. Hold our collective noses, and vote McCain in November.
2. Presuming he can whup Clinton or Obama, we can and should hold his toes to the fire until he sees the sweet light of reason.
The Clinton/Obama (or vice-versa) would be a much bigger disaster, wouldn't it?
And, once again, to Mr. Fred Thompson: "Damn your eyes, Sir, for running a suck-ass campaign!"
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Life It's Ownself
I've been debating a change in the way that OWW runs things on this mostly restrained place.
Lately (like for the last two freakin' years) I've been more politically oriented than personally oriented.
Something's not right with that.
Of course, my personal life has been pretty quiet, Thank Gawd!
No divorces, no jail time, no lawsuits, no alarums OR excursions.
Hmmm...
I could comment about the whackos that I work with, except that they're not whackos.
I could raise all kinds of hell about my weird-ass neighbors, but except for Charley, they're nice folks. And even Charley's a good guy, until he and his daughter who's visiting from New Yawk get into the red wine and stay awake until 3 AM playing the music too loud and laughing even louder which pisses off their immediate neighbor, but not me 'cause I'm across the street and two houses down so I don't hear that stuff. I just hear about it later....
Of course, there has been the usual minor dramas of Life It's Ownself...
My thirteen-year-old daughter having a melt-down and tear-flood.
Or the nine-year-old daughter getting cross-eyed mad.
Or the idiot doggies being idiot doggies.
Or, on this fifth day of February going out and voting in the primary election, in my shirtsleeves, because it hit 82 F today, and is currently 68 F at midnight, which absolutely breaks my heart!
Lately (like for the last two freakin' years) I've been more politically oriented than personally oriented.
Something's not right with that.
Of course, my personal life has been pretty quiet, Thank Gawd!
No divorces, no jail time, no lawsuits, no alarums OR excursions.
Hmmm...
I could comment about the whackos that I work with, except that they're not whackos.
I could raise all kinds of hell about my weird-ass neighbors, but except for Charley, they're nice folks. And even Charley's a good guy, until he and his daughter who's visiting from New Yawk get into the red wine and stay awake until 3 AM playing the music too loud and laughing even louder which pisses off their immediate neighbor, but not me 'cause I'm across the street and two houses down so I don't hear that stuff. I just hear about it later....
Of course, there has been the usual minor dramas of Life It's Ownself...
My thirteen-year-old daughter having a melt-down and tear-flood.
Or the nine-year-old daughter getting cross-eyed mad.
Or the idiot doggies being idiot doggies.
Or, on this fifth day of February going out and voting in the primary election, in my shirtsleeves, because it hit 82 F today, and is currently 68 F at midnight, which absolutely breaks my heart!
Monday, February 4, 2008
Primary Day
Tomorrow is Primary Election Day, "Super Tuesday".
Finally, after all the preliminary hoo-haw, I will be able to render my choice for whichever candidate best matches what I like.
I don't like Madame Hillary, or Mr. Obama - they're dyed-in-the-wool moonbats.
I ain't thrilled with McCain - McCain/Feingold and McCain/Kennedy come to mind.
That leaves Romney or Huckabee.
Romney it is.
Blast your eyes, Fred Thompson, for running a crappy LOSER campaign!
Finally, after all the preliminary hoo-haw, I will be able to render my choice for whichever candidate best matches what I like.
I don't like Madame Hillary, or Mr. Obama - they're dyed-in-the-wool moonbats.
I ain't thrilled with McCain - McCain/Feingold and McCain/Kennedy come to mind.
That leaves Romney or Huckabee.
Romney it is.
Blast your eyes, Fred Thompson, for running a crappy LOSER campaign!
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