When someone posts a comment to my blog, up to six hundred gifted monkeys put down their work on NaNoWriMoFoMo to scan the comment for bad html and verify the correct security code. If it passes muster, they store the comment in a relational database. Next, smoke is wafted and mirrors are carefully placed as the site updates itself.
The monkeys have learned that old content is preferable to no content. They try to create a temporary page. If that’s successful, they’ll move it onto the old copy. If not, they’ll send me a terse comment.
Two days ago, something went wrong and the Apache server on my shared hosting system was running as a different effective userid. In layperson terms, temporary pages couldn’t be created. The monkeys became very agitated. In their chattering frenzy, they forgot to let me know that the site was broken. A neighbor heard cacophony and wrote me to
complain about the noise let me know something was broken.
I logged a trouble ticket with my ISP. Ten minutes later, I became impatient and made the web directory world-writable. The site worked again and the monkeys went back to work.
The Apache problem was fixed very early yesterday morning. I needed to do some editing of a previous feature and was chagrined that the web server was broken in a new and exciting way: every script was throwing exceptions when invoked from a browser. I logged a ticket, and tried to diagnose by looking at the log files. They were useless:
[Wed Jul 28 12:34:56 2004] [error] [client xxx.yyy.zzz.pdq] Premature end of script headers: /time/to/clean/the/guns.cgi
The monkeys refused to write more content until this was fixed. “Artistic license!” they said. “Sunny day to play outside?” I retorted.
British Airways retired its Concorde fleet and generously
donated G-BOAG to the Museum of Flight. Its scheduled arrival was 2:45pm today, but it was a half hour early. While on my way to Boeing Field, I saw it turn over Elliot Bay, making its final approach into 31L.
By the time I parked, it had touched down and was beginning its taxi back along the ramp, to the Museum of Flight, so the pictures are the only thing I had to work with:
There’s a little known saying: when you have an electrical engineer, everything looks like it should be wired. I installed our ReplayTV and its broadband connection with a surprisingly minimal effort, though it initially didn’t start out that way.
A simple physics question was asked yesterday at work, but it generated a lot of debate: “A guy’s on top of a 20 foot ladder when it falls over. How fast was he going when he hit the ground?”