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Looking for names to follow for Landscapes, esp The Great Lakes or Rockies. Who do you follow that has a good eye for storms, sunsets, and mountains?

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tl;dr - Admin says I have to refill her candy jar. I did, and the office looked like they'd been eating popsicles.

I worked in a low key office with a great set of coworkers. The managers were a mixed lot but had a great admin who was the heart of the place. She was very outgoing and liked to joke with us.

She kept a glass jar of candy on her desk, and we helped ourselves as we chatted with her. One day, I walked up and took the last piece of candy. "Hey", she said in mock anger, "What are you doing, taking all my candy! You'd better be planning on replacing it!" I laughed. "Sure will. But we warned you if you kept food at your desk, it would attract pests!"

That night, I had an e

So, late last week an app shat itself.

We're still doing the post-mortem, but it looks like: Either an HBA or an integrated RAID controller had a hardware fault. This tickled an OS bug, and the kernel sneezed. And by sneezed, I mean "Printed a helpful error message and panic'd without producing a core dump".

That panic confused Orrible cluster, but the node eventually got evicted. Before, during or after the eviction, 20 - 30 tables in the database got corrupted. Oh, and the replication software shared those tables worldwide. The DBA team can find and correct the corruption, but only on weekends, since the app is mission critical.

If you're thinking, "Oh, this will lead to tears befo

When I was five, my mother took my younger brother and I to visit the wife of a squadron mate of my Dad's. On the ride over, she stressed that we were not to ask about the woman's husband, because his plane had just been reported missing over North Vietnam. It was a somber visit; we played quietly on the floor while the gathered women drank coffee and talked in quiet tones.

I remembered the incident about ten years later, and asked my Dad about it. He never spoke about the war years, spent in an aircraft carrier off of Vietnam. He told me that his friend, Mike Christian, had survived being shot down and spent years in the Hanoi Hilton. He came home with his head held high, but was never