Family, Cool Stuff and Assorted Geekery; the finer things in life. Updated when I have something interesting to write :)
I’ve been lucky enough to do quite a bit of travelling throughout my working life. Most of the time it wasn’t particularly glamorous (“Be an IT guy! See the inside of server rooms in exotic locations!”) but occasionally I’d get to do something particularly cool.
Like being driven to the centre of New York City in a chauffeur in an enormous stretch limousine.
Continue reading “Tales from IT : Installing Servers in Style”
One of the first places I worked was a software development house who’d built themselves up from a small group of developers into a pretty big (2-3 thousand) outfit. Originally they had two IT departments; one (where I worked) focused on the developers and one focused on everyone else. When the company reached a decent size it was decided to merge the two as part of both unifying IT work and stopping all the squabbling between the two departments.
One of the first tasks was to bring all the company servers into a proper server room. But first, we had to find the company’s servers…
Continue reading “Tales from IT : The Great Snipe Hunt for DNS”
I’m really enjoying Elite Dangerous, but sometimes I think I’ve got a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome as sometimes playing the game seems like being in a long-term relationship with a sociopath.
One of the best/worst things about the game is that failure has consequences. If you lose your ship, you lose it and everything in it – there’s no reload or roll-back. If you’re careful you always have enough money to cover an insurance claim; that allows you to rebuy your ship and equipment at a fraction of the cost but you’ll still lose anything you’re carrying or have accumulated as data since leaving port.
But as long as you’re cautious you shouldn’t die too often, right?
Continue reading “Dumb Ways to Die : Elite Dangerous Edition”It was my second week at my new job. It was still hectic as I tried to get their infrastructure performing better but at least my second week couldn’t be as bad as my first, right?
Oh dear.
Beds are the great comforter; they give peaceful repose at the end of a long day. A restful haven allowing you to regroup. A blissful bastion against the travails of the daytime.
Right?
Wrong.
Beds are cunning adversaries, lying in wait to trap the unwary.
Herring's Fishbait 