the everyday adventures of sabrina

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# fsck /dev/rdsk/c8t1d0s0
** /dev/rdsk/c8t1d0s0
** Last Mounted on /opt/http/htdocs
** Phase 1 – Check Blocks and Sizes
^C# WARNING: /sbus@6,0/SUNW,socal@d,10000/sf@0,0/ssd@w500123412341234d,0 (ssd2):
ssdrestart transport failed (fffffffe)

meanwhile:

T3B Release 2.01.06 2003/11/06 14:59:41 (192.168.0.0)
Copyright (C) 1997-2001 Sun Microsystems, Inc.
All Rights Reserved.
broken-t3:/:<1>ERROR- u1ctr XOR: Flags=B–M— Cntr=0x01 Synd=0x06 Addr=0x88001E20

WARNING – System will reset or failover…

T3B-1
Starting POST
………

yes folks, i have but to fsck my volume and the goddamned t3 reboots itself. this means that this is A Guaranteed Good Time.

anyone have a spare E5500 and a handful of sbus fcal cards with gbics they aren’t using?

update: oh, never mind. the 5500 isn’t at fault. the t3 fried. HOORAY FOR TAPE! alas, if only it had waited to die until after last night’s backup would have run. two day old backups suck.

* niqui now knows that this is her jukebox run — because this is the first eminem that’s played all night, and she adores this song.
* twork bops in spirit
you waited this long, so stop debating – ‘cos i’m back on the rag and ovulating
* twork throws on some beastie boys. why? because they’re droppin’ science!
now this looks like a job for me; so everybody just follow me, ‘cos we need a little controversy, ‘cos it looks so empty without me
* niqui sings along with the bit dissing moby even though she likes moby, ‘cos it’s funny
* twork sings along when 3rd bass disses on the beastie boys.
na na na na, na na na na!
* twork would not be surprised if the beastie boys did as well
man, the first time i heard this song, it was on the radio — and i was convinced it was someone parodying eminem. and i was surprised to find out it actually was eminem. i love this song.
sad; it’s over now. what did niqui play next?
‘TIS A MYSTERY!

niqui’s five bucks:

“michael,” franz ferdinand
“without me,” eminem
“julia,” the beatles
“lost in a supermarket,” the clash
“my weakness,” moby
“marching bands of manhattan,” death cab for cutie
something or other (does it actually matter?), the white stripes
“when doves cry,” prince
“ashes to ashes,” david bowie
“the KKK took my baby away,” the ramones
“violently happy,” bjork
“get on the good foot,” james brown (with a hat tip to r., wherever he is these days)
“without love (there is nothing),” tom jones
something — beck, clearly, but, what? i must have played something randomly.
“wave of mutilation,” the pixies.

and you can tell that niqui’s run of the jukebox is done because the next song is, like, bon jovi or some such shit. i barely even tolerated this shit in the eighties. oh, christ, it’s def leppard, “pour some sugar on me.” time to go to sleep.

i just want to be me
when i can, i will;
try to understand that when i can, i will.

i like the mighty mighty bosstones. that doesn’t make me a bad person.

* niqui is inclined to go home and listen to “the wall.” after watching it last night. this is probably not a good sign for niqui’s state of mind.
oh, i need a dirty woman. i need a dirty girl.
they ain’t all they’re cracked up to be.
* twork supposes that’s part of the point

and the devil is six — and if the devil is six?

Here on Sabrina’s Isle

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with apologies to sherwood schwartz:

just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful host.
that started with too much spam
and a machine that passed its POST.

the software’s a mighty perl-based thing,
the admins brave and true;
installer guy was kinda dumb,
or he was very new, he was very new.

the spamscape was getting rough,
too much junk got through
a year in production with many fires fought
but the damn thing just was broke, the damn thing just was broke.

phone calls to support and obvious problems fixed helped some
setting the shared memory,
the stupid postgres config,
the spam quarantines reindexed, reloaded
here on sabrina’s junkmail.

yes: i spent today and yesterday and monday working on problems with our puremessage system that can ultimately be (probably) traced back to the guy who came out from proserv to set it all up for us in october 2004.

i love it when you’re on the phone with support and they’re like “dude, what the…?” after you answer a question about what you’ve got something set to. seriously. i love it a LOT.

It’s Amazing It Ever Worked At All.

HOORAY!!!

of course it remains to be seen as to whether or not it’ll work better now… i’d settle for it ever purging its quarantine of old spam, which it’s pretty much never done. like, ever. it would be pretty sweet if that was fixed.

i hate bad hold music. i’d rather have silence. or a local radio station. fuck, anything.

I HATE SMOOTH JAZZ SO MUCH.

i like actual jazz. the kind that hasn’t had all of the soul sucked out of it and replaced with a manual adding machine. i can get behind some coltrane or thelonius monk, and i’m not too afraid to admit that i really like “straight, no chaser” and will often play it when i find it on a bar jukebox, especially if people are pissing me off with the worthless noise they choose. and while i don’t particularly care for acid jazz — which is all “Jazz Transfusion” on XRT‘s fault, by the way — my dislike for acid jazz is a drop in the bucket compared to my loathing of the worthless pap that people seem to think must belong in any elevator and any call-service processor anywhere because it will soothe and calm us as we plummet to our deaths from a great height wait interminably for someone to pick up the goddamn tech support phone despite the fact that we are allegedly first in line ARE TRAPPED WITH NO WAY TO ESCAPE THE HORROR OF KENNY G.

oh, thank god, they picked up the phone.