Bah, Ye Ken!
I'll bet that sly bugger Hamish Macbeth is up to his elbows in this.
7059 posts • joined 12 Jun 2008
[*mutters*] Right, y'bastard.
ALTER TABLE WERDSMITHS_UNAUTHOURISED_GOOD_STUFF TRUNCATE;
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ALTER USER WERDSMITH IDENTIFIED BY 1o0lI1Il1!1l!;
ALTER USER WERDSMITH QUOTA 1 MB;
--Tek that, y'ungrateful bugger.
"Surely the first thing you do when asked to move a large number of systems is talk to the facilities group to make sure that adequate power & cooling is available. Before plugging things in."
Well where's the fun in *that*?
Half the point of any move is everyone standing in the machine room with arms thrown in the air a-la Calvin and Hobbes shouting blue blazes about blame allocation.
The problems were all from the methodology, and unfavorable comparisons to the first one written - the Mini. Paddy Hopkirk co-wrote that and *he* rewrote the book on how to work on Isigonis's little gem.
The process on car #2 onwards was:
Dismantle car into smallest sub components that make sense.
Re-assemble car, writing down what you did as the assembly instructions.
Write everything in reverse order and call that the disassembly instructions.
Don't mention needing a mechanic's pit until the last possible moment.
This is how, for example, it is possible to write instructions for removing the prop-shaft of the TR6 as "Remove the transmission tunnel cover, undo the four bolts securing the front flange to the gearbox, undo the four bolts securing the rear flange to the differential and lower the prop-shaft to the floor."
A. Friend: "Have you lowered the prop-shaft to the floor?'
Me: "Nope. I have lowered the prop-shaft to the chassis cross-member and the twin exhaust pipes."
My choices then were remove the exhaust (BAD IDEA) or loosen the engine mounts, remove the transmission mount securing bolt, jack up the gearbox and swear the prop-shaft out of the car.
To rub it in, said prop shaft was only about 18" long. It was very dispiriting how it resisted removal.
That said, most jobs on the TR6 were super-easy if you had tools. I could swap out the axle UJs, all four of 'em, in a couple of hours. Up at 9, have tea, swap out UJs, clean up, in pub at lunchtime.
A Catweazle Failure! Haven't seen one of those for a while.
(Catweazle was an alchemist from the Norman invasion who time-traveled to 1970s UK. Introduced to the miracle of electric light he kept turning it on - "Shine little sun!" - and off until the inevitable "fring!" moment, at which point he sighed and muttered his catchphrase: "Nuthin' works!")
Least fave job: dismantling the chassis of a UPS so I could remove a dud battery that had grown a bunion on one side.
Reminded me of all the times I went to work on my old TR6 blithely assuming that this time the Haynes manual would have all the required steps in it, and wouldn't require an extra day for all the things the double-barrel-named idiot who "co-authored" it forgot to mention.
I had to actually tell a young Indian colleague of mine to stop going into the men's room while the (female) janitorial staff member was in there trying to do her job.
He was quite outraged until I quietly reminded him he was working in a caste-less society and could actually be brought up on harassment charges if he continued to do what he was doing.
And although I've had similar words with one or two other Indian colleagues, I have to say I've found this to be not so much a cultural thing as a personal gittishness thing.
You missed the bit where scientists fudge the data so their pet "hypotheses" become theories, and the bit where the graduate student gofers can't make excel work properly and don't do math that well either and can't or won't check their work for reasonableness, and the bit where the editors of the publications the papers appear in don't do their due diligence on the tables of figures sent them for printing to see they make sense.
Other than that, a perfect description of the academic scientific process.
Zune was produced for 5 years before it was dropped, and I believe the reasons were that it had failed to grab significant market share, wasn't even in the top 5 devices, and that a study showed that everyone was switching to using smartphones for music consumption.
And let's not forget that Apple dropped support for iPod classic *and* the iPod nano that had a wheel and screen in favor of a phone-like device (in one case that was laughable small).
Because everyone was going towards phone-based music (and Apple would love you to switch to a music rental model like Amazon and the music industry in general would).
I had one of those.
The MGR was the person who controlled the licenses for the software involved.
MGR: "Why can't you implement Project Nowin?"
Me: "Because we don't have the proper license to do it the quick way. Will you authorize a license or do you want me to do it the [days] long way?" [a day elapses]
MGR: "Let's call the vendor"
V: "Does this guy know what he's doing?"
Me: "The message from the software is in clear English. We don't have the proper license." [a day elapses]
V: "You need a different license." [ a day elapses]
Mgr: "We have two different licenses for this? Who is responsible? Who made that decision?"
Me: [In head: You did of course, you extremely annoying waste of space]
Me [in real life]: "A legacy decision from before the time I joined the department. No-one remembers making that decision or why. Do you have a license for me? We no longer have the time left to implement Project Nowin the long way." [etc]
Daughter: We need a new lawnmower.
Me: What? Why? What's it doing?
Daughter: Well, I was cutting the grass and I worked until the blue smoke started coming out as usual when ...
Me: BLUE SMOKE???!!! The mower does not make blue smoke "as usual"! It makes blue smoke when the grass is too long and too wet and you try and make it cut the lot in one go! Blue smoke means the engine is overheating and burning oil!
Daughter: Do you want to know the problem or not?
Me: Go on ...
Daughter: When I click the lever only one wheel turns.
Me: So the mower works (apparently yea unto the gates of death). Your problem is that you have to push it by hand. Right. I will fix it, you will cut the grass more often and take more time to do it.
Daughter: (Rolls eyes).
Turned out that it needed a pair of front wheels to replace the ones with stripped gears. $18.
New mower of similar type? $500+
I wanted to see if a Raspberry Pi would break under stress so I coded a quick script to clone itself and churn a bit.
Less than a minute later the whole thing was shirtcanned gracefully by the system for being a dick.
$35 computer does job properly. Newsateleven.
I took my 18 month old in to work on the way to the Bronx Zoo (pauses for inventive comments about zoos and colleagues) and introduced her to the other guy in my small department.
He knew she loved The Lion King and he had just returned from a safari somewhere in Africa, so he greeted her by saying "Hacuna Matata!"
Her arm shot out, her little finger pointed at him, and she shouted in a voice that carried across the open plan, city block sized office: "PIG!"
My colleague had not seen The Lion King and was unaware that the line he had quoted was used by the warthog. His expression at being called a pig by a very small child was classic.
Bloody 90s era grads. Not enough they make OOP confusing by using stupid names for old concepts, they are trying to subvert the proper naming conventions for continuous stationery now to make them sound more clixby.
Horsewhipping too good, fought two wars, Mafeking, rationing, etc etc etc.
Airborne? As I recall the only button on an EDS would cause the heads to retract with a click and the drive to power down (or the disc to spin up and the heads to pop out in their trademark "sticking out the tongue" search for the pack directory).
There was a big red "FAULT" light, but I never saw it lit and it wasn't a button (though it looked like one). I was told by an operator that when that lit a disc might go walkabout, but I didn't believe him. He was full of such tall tales.
I've even seen an EDS 60 with the lid lifted from the back while it was running so the engineer (clad in the ICL trad carpet slippers) could do stuff with a scope. No disc packs left the cabinet.
There must've been a later model, fitted with a "launch disc" button.
One word: Meetings!
I mean, f*ck that "Teams" shirt. Everyone talking at once and the boob who answers from a public park bench next to roadworks, and the idiot who bought a headset and thinks you have to have the microphone right in front of your gob so when they speak it is deafening and when they listen it is like having Darth Vader on the f*cking line, and that tw*t who thinks no-one can hear the TV belting out Star Trek: The Next Generation in the "background".
Where's the Tylenol?
Nah, though that's what I guessed for this one.
I had a print server in a remote location that went offline and rebooted three times a day. That one was sited next to a coffee machine ...
I had another that went offline every night at around 7pm. Turned out that the socket was wired inline with the light switch per NY code ...
Then there was the time an entire building filled with data centers went offline because the building owner decided to remove a partition wall and the sawzall made short work of the wall and the forearm-sized bundle of optic fiber wiring inside it ...
And around the same time another building not far from that went dark, then caught fire when the electrician called in to install a circuit decided to drill a new cable access hole in the breaker box without pulling the main breaker, demonstrating just how much electricity is needed to set light to the fizzing corpse of an electrician ...
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