Because, it could be worse.
Admittedly this is the patch panel for the entire office and the computer room in 2006, after seven years of cruft and accumulation -- patch panels, followed by switches, followed by routers. (I think there are three routers at the bottom of that rack and only one of them is actually hooked up and doing anything.)
Of course, it's now 2014 and eight more years of cruft and accumulation have just made it worse. Thankfully we're getting ready to move (and a lot of the stuff that was hooked up to this rack is now in a different secure undisclosed location -- where quite a lot of it has been virtualized onto a 3-machine Windows Server cluster).
Customer wrote in, one liner, nothing but the error he got when the application failed to start.
Engineer wrote back and asked for the console log, which the customer readily sent.
The failure here is that the customer could have looked at the log himself and immediately found out that the reason the application wasn't starting was because the license -- which a couple of emails later he said that he'd received a couple of days ago -- had not been applied.
Instead, it took a 10-email conversation to close the ticket.
Unbelievable. Do they think that only the vendor's engineers are allowed to look at the Holy Writ of the Logfile?
The entire problem with the IRS would go away if we had the political balls to repeal the 16th Amendment and end the tax on personal income once and for all.
Taxes on corporate income also should go straight to the shitter, because corporations don't pay taxes. Corporations raise their prices and transfer money out of their customers' pockets to the IRS. Any corporation that says otherwise is lying, because the prices for its products are set through the annual budgeting process. If income is less than outgo, prices have to rise.
Anyone who whines that repealing these taxes would mean that the government wouldn't have enough money to support its necessary functions should be forced to take a class in US Constitution 101. My guess is that government run strictly under Constitutional bounds, without penumbras and emanations and other magical trickery, would probably cost 10% of what it costs today. But then, we don't really know what our government costs, do we? We can hazard a guess (as PJ O'Rourke once famously did: "More than you can shake a stick at, plus the stick"), but Congress keeps refusing to pass a budget and/or the President keeps refusing to sign it.
Kill them all. God will know his own.
That 9-12 inches that was forecast for the weekend? Not so much.
We might have 3 inches in spots. But nothing I can see out the kitchen window has got more than an inch or two on it.
The Winter That Will Never End seems to be getting old and droopy. Finally. Maybe the Starks can get some rest now.
The last three weeks have kind of beat me to the ground. I've been off more than I've been at work, but most of the time I was off I was working at other things or driving. Haven't really had any downtime until the last two days when I was just flat out sick and had to take some sick leave.
I'm feeling better today but I have to remember that I don't have as much energy at 54 as I did at 24 or 34, or even 44 for that matter...and burning the midnight oil is going to have to stop.
Posting will resume here in fits and starts.
When I got home on Monday, I had turned in for a nice little nap when I heard "drip...drip...drip..."
Yeah, the ice dam over the bedroom window had started to melt.
So I ran and got some big towels to put under the window, and looked out to see some truly Brobdingnagian stalactites hanging off of the gutters. Shit. So I pulled on my boots, got a big prybar out of the garage, and went around back to knock them down. Which was easier said than done, because most of them were running 3"-4" in diameter where they came off the guttering. But I managed to get most of them down and only took a couple of them square in the chest as they fell. The dripping continued for awhile and then stopped, probably because it got below freezing in the soffit again.
Yesterday the dripping recommenced because it finally got warm enough to start melting the outside surface of the ice. We didn't get as much drippage but I was fully prepared for there to be more than there was. Plenty of big fluffy towels were staged on the bed :)
So later in the afternoon, I was standing around in the kitchen, looking out the kitchen window at the ice on the back of the house and wondering why that ice dam wasn't melting the same way as the one in the bedroom, when suddenly I heard a "pop" and then the sound of running water. Running water that sounded like the dishwasher filling, which I knew was bogus because the dishwasher was a) not running and b) open.
"Damn," said I, "It must be that hose bibb on the back of the house." So I walked over to the mudroom door and looked outside.
Nope, wasn't the hose bibb. It was the plastic hose reel, where the connection tube had broken off (probably because it had frozen and burst, and the ice finally melted in yesterday's tropical warmth) and water was pouring out of the feeder hose. Oops. I guess I forgot to turn that off at the wall last fall.
So I climbed under the kitchen sink and managed to get the inside valve for the hose bibb turned off, which was no small task...the round handle is broken so you can't really get a good hold on it, and on top of that, it's so old and limed up that I had to use "adjustable pliers" to get it started. But I managed.
Given that I was gone for a week, I'm sure glad it decided to wait until I got home to break loose. But now I have an excuse to get in there and replace the undersink plumbing this year, and also put in a freezeproof hydrant instead of that crappy old hose bibb. And put in all new 1/4-turn valves, too! I never bother to turn the outside line off in the winter because it's such a pain in the ass...well, next winter that's going to change.
A couple of years ago, I had a fight with the water company 'round about this time because, even though they had not been able to read my meter for five months, they had nevertheless kept billing me at the same rate as they had the previous September -- when I'd used a ton of water on the lawn. I had to get fairly nasty to get them to come out and read my meter, which resulted in a credit that paid the actual water bill for two more months. (This was at a time when they were still on the old Veolia Water practice of read one month, estimate the next, and because of ill-timed deep snow they had not been able to actually read the meter on schedule.)
Well, it appears Citizens Energy is up to the same old tricks. They read my gas meter, but didn't bother to read my water meter (which has been uncovered pretty much all through this mess because the meter pit is right next to the driveway and I shovel it off at the same time). The water volume has thus been estimated two months in a row, now.
I'm going to guess that the reason they have been estimating it at twice the amount as the "same period last year" is because in November, we had a one-time sewer emergency during which the contractor used a lot of water to flush out our line. And it's not from trickling water during the hard freeze, either; we don't do that.*
It seems to me that instead of coming up with some idiotic estimate that's based on what they THINK I'm doing, it might make more sense (and leave more money in my pocket instead of lining theirs and by the way letting them draw interest on it) to simply charge me based on what I used LAST year.
Or even better, maybe it's time for Citizens to install remote reading meters like the power company did a decade ago.**
But I suppose the actual implementation of intelligent solutions to the problem would be too easy. Or cost too much money. Not that they aren't screwing us unmercifully already. There is simply no way on earth that two of us are using 858 CCF of water a month.
* We have NEVER had to do that in this house, because we're on a slab here and the water pipes do not come up in any outside walls, but rather, they come up in the slab concrete about 8 inches from the outside of the wall. This is mostly because when you build a house on a slab, the concrete is poured inside a framework of "L" blocks, and you can't very well run the copper pipes through a solid concrete block. So it's very easy for us to avoid pipes getting frozen; we just open the cabinet doors and let warm air circulate in under the kitchen sink, or open the closets where the outdoor hose bibb pipes poke through the wall.
** I know my ham radio friends will cringe at that, because Part 15 "smart" or remote-reading electric meters are alleged to be a big source of QRM in some places. A FAQ page at the ARRL sort of debunks this. I've not noticed a problem with mine, and my radio is about 12 feet away from the electric meter. So who knows.
Kill every fucking over-the-road truck driver and put their $DEITY-damned freight back on the FUCKING rails where it FUCKING belongs.
My God, I hate driving through Ohio. The speed limit is 70. Why is it (seemingly) required that truckers drop to 60 and take five miles to pass one another?
Every damn afternoon about 3PM, my internet connection goes into the toilet. I get 28Mbps all day then BAM, it ranges anywhere from 5Mbps down to less than 1Mbps.
Fucking kids on this local loop must be home playing Warcraft.
When we were kids, we had to make our own fun. Get your scrawny asses outside and play in the snow!
I mean, between the French and Argentinian commercial spam* I get daily on my work account, and the obviously-fake traffic court and now eviction notices I've been getting there as well, here at home I just got a funeral notice** with a link to click to find out whom it was for. Which I'm sure, of course, leads directly to a compromised computer and a trojan horse.
If only spammers and phishers had a single neck. I'd cut it through.
* The Argentinian spam is almost always for computer gear. Like someone in the States working for a Swedish company is going to buy computer gear from someone in Argentina. The French spam is almost always for boutique goods, like vêtements and parfum and all that fucking French couture bullshit. Why in hell I can't get good Scottish spam trying to sell me single malt, or good Kentuckian spam trying to sell me bourbon, I have absolutely no clue.
** Funeral notices generally aren't funny, but the funny part about this was that this particular notice came in right before a legitimate piece of mail from the local ARES group alerting hams in the area of a recent silent key whose funeral is on Saturday. So it wasn't immediately clear that the thing was a phishing scam untll I realized that a legitimate notice of that type would, you know, have the name of the recently deceased in it...
Found on Facebook.
A mall shooting in the People's Republic of Maryland? That can't be. They hate nasty guns in Maryland.
Of course, if they had "shall issue" concealed carry in Maryland, they might not have had a mall shooting today, either.
Bet those Maryland Transit Police feel pretty stoopid today. Unless they're too stupid to feel stoopid.
This is not right.
Other than, "Think about it. Have you ever seen us in the same place at the same time?"