Posts Tagged ‘cool story bro’

Intermittent server outages

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

I noticed while I was in Portland last week that the server was down. When I got home, I discovered that the UPS was off. I pushed the button and turned it back on.

A day or two later, it was off again. I eventually figured out what it was:

Likes to sit on the UPS The newest family member. Likes to swat at Penny

The causes of the outages

Penny likes to sit atop the UPS. The newest member of our family likes to swat at Penny. Apparently, sometimes she hits the UPS power button instead.

I taped some cardboard over the button. I do not anticipate any further outages.

Penny investigates the addition, no doubt contemplating how to H@X0R her way around it.

In memory of my dad

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

Today is the 15th anniversary of my dad’s death. One of the first things that comes up when I talk about him is the addiction that killed him, but I try to remember him as a whole person, not just an alcoholic.

I only remember him ever giving me two pieces of advice:

  1. Always have a firm handshake
  2. Always keep a good sense of humor

They’re both good pieces of advice, but the second one is something I really try to live by. I aspire to never take myself so seriously that I can’t laugh about something juvenile. I remember him as having a consummate love for fart jokes. In kindergarten I got both of us in trouble when I re-told one to my teacher.

Another time we got in trouble with my mom for jumping in my crib. We thought it was hilarious even after it broke. My mom was understandably less amused. The part that really stayed with me is laughing riotously with my dad even after we got in trouble. It’s that sense of mischief and joy that I really want to remember about him.

When I was your age, we wrote everything longhand

Wednesday, May 5th, 2010

I recently went to a classroom to watch a bunch of first and second graders interact with the software I work on. I’d only been working there a couple weeks, so my contributions were really very minimal, but that’s beside the point.

I hadn’t been in a second grade school since was about that age some two decades ago. In those days, most of the class artwork on the walls consisted of handmade crafts and stories demonstrating our best handwriting. While this classroom featured the requisite construction paper crafts, all the students’ writing was typed.

The kids had handwritten sentences the day before, and their assignment was to type it out and illustrate it on the software we’d built. Our job was to take note of anything that really seemed to work or not work. I had my spiral-bound notebook folded over so that the page full of hand-written notes were visible to anyone who might be looking up from the floor. Since I was in a room full of short people, I suppose it was inevitable that someone would take notice.

“I don’t see many people write like that,” the observant party announced.
“Wow! That’s a lot of writing! Did you write all that?” his friend inquired.
“I did. When I was your age,” I was pretty tickled to be able to say that to someone in a non-facetious manner, “we didn’t have computers, and everybody wrote like this.”
The friend’s jaw hit the floor. The observant party was nonplussed. “My mom already told me that.”

Hopefully that kid never hears about typewriters or it’ll take some of the shine off that story.

California missions

Sunday, March 14th, 2010

I think there’s some kind of state requirement that all California 4th graders must study the California Missions by building a model of one mission.

A grade-school friend and I recently reminisced about the project. She apparently picked the most obscure mission in California, and her parents spent hours chauffeuring her to libraries all over town. She eventually wound up in the basement of the central library downtown looking at dusty blue prints trying to find the floor plan of her mission.

I laughed because I researched my mission (this one?) for the written report, but made no attempt to find out what it actually looked like, I just kind of threw together what I thought would make for the most awesome mission.

We decided that these stories are very representative of both of us.


Wednesday, March 10th, 2010

I’ve been at my job for about a month. I enjoy my job and my co-workers, but I really love that my desk is right in front of a window. I think everyone in my life is sick to death of hearing about it. I know the stories involving it are completely inane (“Today out my window there was a dude on the phone gesticulating wildly. Doesn’t he know the other party can’t see him? Isn’t he concerned about flinging his phone from his flailing?”), but I tell them anyway.

I forget it’s a two-way window. Some day that’s going to get me in trouble. Somehow I don’t think, “I’m sorry, I forgot you could see me.” will get me out of whatever it is. But until then, I am enjoying it immensely.

Headaches in the morning

Monday, February 8th, 2010

When I was maybe 3 or 4, I saw a news story about a guy who woke up with a headache, so he took an asprin and went back to bed. He woke up several hours later, still suffering from a headache. When he looked in the mirror he found an arrow through his head. Apparently, as he slept, someone broke into his house and shot him in the head with a bow and arrow.

To this day, every time I wake up with a headache, the first thing I do is check my head for arrows.

Visting my high school’s grave

Friday, January 29th, 2010

A few years after I graduated from high school, the school was slated to be moved and renamed, with the campus I had attended to be torn down. I was still in high school when the proclaimation came down. Everyone was all atwitter about it, but I didn’t really care one way or the other.

The year it was supposed to close came and went. For a while it was rented out to a grade school, then I think it stood empty for a year or two. Around the time I moved back to San Diego, a fellow alumnus mentioned that it had been torn down. I made a mental note to go enjoy the ruins. I expected to be moderately amused, but I was wholly unprepared by how overwhelmingly giddy I felt witnessing that blight upon the earth obliterated.

A couple days ago, my friend (and fellow alumnus) Who was in town. We happened to be in the neighborhood of our alma mater. Based on the peals of laughter I heard coming from the passenger seat as we drove by, I think it’s safe to say it had the same effect on him.

Tow away sign indicating high school parking only I am a pile of dirt

We used to be a high school. We are much improved as piles of dirt.

Santa picture 2009

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

Today was the 12th annual Santa picture. For your enjoyment:
Santa = Batman

With that, my holiday season is now over. If your festivities are still ongoing, I hope they are happy or merry or jolly or otherwise enjoyable.

A little secret

Friday, November 27th, 2009

I’ll let you in on a little secret: Every once in a while I go to the page of my WordPress plugin to see how many people how downloaded it. I feel disproportionately gleeful every time the number rises. Today it went up to fifteen! And none of those were me! Maybe one day I’ll encounter it in use out in the wild, wild Internet. And when that day comes, I can assure you, I’ll giggle like a schoolgirl.

Why yes, I do make a habit of publishing secrets on my blog, why do you ask?