March 2012
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February 2012
In Which I Explain How to Do a Server/Site...
Step 0: “Hey, our new client needs us to move their current web site to different servers. That’s not a big deal, right?”
Step 1: Get the code for the Fortune 500 company’s site you need to migrate approximately a month later than you need.
Step 2: Peruse code.
Step 3: Realize code is based on a bunch of crufty PHP, originally written in 2005, with features/hacks/fixes...
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In Which I Am Here at Work on a Holiday an Hour...
There might be something wrong with me.
Alternatively, I’m overworked.
Or, I have IT/SysAdmin/Cisco-y stuff to do that I can only really do when no one else is here in the studio.
I don’t know, though.
An hour earlier than normal on a holiday?
The jury is still out, but I’m leaning toward “way messed up.”
Also, I ran into a post in the dark and spilled my fancy...
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In Which The DJ Plays an Old School Michael...
And I dance.
And everyone in a 10 mile radius is now pregnant.
Including the men.
That’s how potent my dancing is.
In Which the 8YO and I Have a Discussion about...
Me: E., it’s time to get up. Come on, babe! Let’s go! You don’t want to be late, do you? It’s time to get up and go to school!
Ellis: No.
Me: What do you mean, “No”? You have to get up and go to school. Do you want to stay here in bed all day?
Ellis: Yes.
Me: Fine, then I’m taking to work with me all the food and the glass out of the windows.
Ellis: Don’t...
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In Which the Site Survives the Crush
The site is stayed up!
When LA, SF, Dallas and San Diego came “online” we were seeing 5K requests a second or so.
People love the bacon, man.
Going to have small sip of bourbon now. And perhaps some heroin.
That was a wee bit stressful.
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Though right at *this* moment I can see why sampling as much Knob Creek Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey as I did earlier in the evening was a simply *fabulous* idea, I have a sneaking suspicion I might feel a *wee* bit differently tomorrow morning.
Also, remind me to tell you tomorrow why the Super Bowl is driving me crazy this year.
It has nothing to do with football and everything to do with...
In Which The 13 Year Old Project Manages My Booty
We accidentally left his science fair project in the trunk of my car when I dropped him off this morning.
I get a frantic phone call, when I’m halfway to my daughter’s school, “Dad! I need my science fair project! They are going to kick me out of the play unless I have it by 8:40!”
“Well, I’m already on the freeway right now, I can’t just turn around...
