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Still climbing down the 4E rabbithole in my spare moments.  Erich has suggested I take a more thorough look at the non-combat rules before judging them - fair, my previous judgement was based on the PHB and the real estate non-combat bits took up on the character sheet.  I’m still researching, but they are a _bit_ more well-considered than I initially believed. It’s not Exalted social combat, but it’s at least viable.

I also determined that my initial run at part one of Expedition to Undermountain was interesting as an experiment, but too close to verbatim to be useful - I need to reimagine the encounters to make them appropriate to 4E. Early encounters in 3.5 tend to be solo creatures rather than a variety; in 4E, solos should be the exception rather than the rule, and be built to make the party shit themselves with fear.

Work is satisfying, of the moment. I’m tired, but we’re finally hitting production with a lot of stuff I’ve been working on for ages, and even the trivialities seem to be for good cause.  I’m starting to be able to mock Walking Tall to his face now, which is a good sign - shows I think I know the right boundaries. Doesn’t mean I like him, though.

I’m tired and loopy, but I need to remember what the hell I’m doing for Scion, since I’m running it tomorrow night for the first time in a month or more.

(crossposted from The Dream Library)
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Today messed with me.

I spent the first half of the day fixing a crap vendor product. Just before a meeting about said product, I got it working... but I had no idea how.

I spent the second half of the day dealing with production outages - one caused by human brain damage, one caused by hardware fault. The former required brute force and ignorance to repair, and the latter required diplomacy and tact (and working through the goddamned Chinese Telephone effect).

I spent no part of the day worrying about my grandmother's house, despite the fact that it was rarely far from my mind. I find myself deeply grateful that it's not on fire yet, and unnerved by how close the fire is.

I spent no part of the day eating food (after breakfast). I did, however have some awesome drugs. Molokai coffee, french pressed, is ambrosial. I did, when I got home, get some more of Becky's awesome Matzo ball soup (ginger-garlic flavored this time, yum), so I'm in no danger of wasting away.

I got home, and instead of being lazy, got my mail. For my pains, I tripped hopping up to the parking lot from the mail area, and am currently enjoying a ginormous thigh bruise.

I am on call, and thus should not drink to celebrate this Charlie Foxtrot of a day.

I relax now. Life is good.
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Called by the call center today at 5:30, asked to pile on the conference call. Spent about 10 minutes dressing myself in an attempt to become conscious. Piled in the car to let Becky sleep, called in.

"We don't need Tristan." was about the first thing out of the mouth of the other guy called on. So hereiam, listening to 10,000 Days and being more conscious than I wanna be.

Took the monkey down, last remnant of the mayhem in my cube; I figure I can push things a little, but shouldn't let something that goofy last longer than a week.

Starting the week. Whoof. *inhales* Let's get to it.
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During a testing conference call for a big deploy, there're usually 20+ people on the line, babbling. It's like IRC, but vaguely productive. Nevertheless, the shit that comes over the line is occasionally unbelievable. I decided to write things down tonight, since I was on that damn phone from 2100 to 0005.

F'rinstance:
A: I can't punch the buttons fast enough.
B: Maybe we need to bring you in an assistant.
A: No, it's that my chin's in the way.

After several people at the testing site had connection issues with their awful IP phone system:
C: And I ran the SIF, and I got no errors.
B: So you're not having any problems?
C: And I.... touched ...buttocks... was tasty.
B: I think that the phones at your site are having problems.

Finally, getting ready for victory on this fine St. Paddy's Day:
Glenn: Are you starting to chill the champagne?
Desi: I'm turning into a leprechaun.
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Been tinkering with Splunk - new log analysis tool. Looks cool, mostly. Trying to get it to take input from a named pipe. Shouldn't be too hard... except that the below message shows up an awful lot and I can't fscking figure out why.

12-13-2005 15:24:01.566 WARN indexProcessor - Unable index key _MetaData:Index !

It's in Engrish or something. I'll proceed to attempt to beat the information out of the Splunkmonkeys soon.

Edit:*chuckle* One o' the Splunkers found my LJ. I guess I'll be emailing them for support sooner than planned ;-).
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Our admin doesn't do receptionist work - no phone answering for her. Nevertheless, some broken part of my brain associates AA-type jobs with occasionally having to do the phone answering thing. You know, for the public.

So when the phones are ringing madly for whatever reason, and suddenly she pipes up from across the office with the perky receptionist-greeting-voice:

"City Morgue!"

coffee | nose > keyboard
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This visit south couldn't come soon enough. I begin to think I'm going crazy with the scripts I've been stuck writing. This, thankfully, is the last of them, but I sat down to start writing it before I'd really even had coffee this morning, and the comments in it are a leetle bit tweaky.

Admittedly, it's not _that_ far off from my usual mode... )
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*grins in manic relief* Mandatory ethics training didn't kill me. In the middle of it, though, the guy running the Teleconferencing rig from our side interrupted the speaker on the other side and said loudly, "Are we going to have an intermission sometime? Because it looks like some of us are falling asleep -" *several people try not to look pointedly at the guy who had been snoring in the middle of the room and was now trying to look like he hadn't been* "- and may not realize that you can still see them when the slides are up..."

Other than that, it was remarkably boring, other than highlighting the fact that interactions between the government and contractors are pretty tightly circumscribed by law.

In other news, I finally got around to finishing the tortuous bit of logic that is the local-to-LDAP authentication conversion script. 610 lines of barely-passable Perl. I need to program more often.

Next up - a script to go through and make sure that the auto-home directories are all correctly chowned and chmodded. This one seems likely to be much simpler.
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Workplace moments amuse me.

Our network manager (sharp guy, knows stuff) walks into the UNIX cubefarm. Immediately, three different people point at him and say "I need to talk to you about X". He sits down in a chair, shakes his head and says, "That'll teach me. I just came in here to talk with Janet about riding bikes!"

Hm. On paper it seems sorta like a 'you had to be there' moment.
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Got into work this morning, stopped OLP's One Man Army, took headphones and iPod off, unplugged headphones so I could get them detangled from my shoulderbag and ID card... went to set headphones on desk, *plunk*.... one headphone half immersed in 16-hour old coffee.

aargh.

ETA: Morning So Far -
  1. Gorillaz 'November has Come' and 'All Alone' stuck in head. I want to make a precognitive character named November now. November has Come seems to me to be an eleventh hour reference, making the ideal a precog with apocalyptic tendencies. Mmm, apocatastases... Still want music out of head, though.
  2. Ruby mixed me and Pavlik up as far as who participated in a conversation about a piece of equipment I know nothing about (old disk array). Laughter had by all.
  3. Headphones still drying. Not actually sure if these things are paper-coned or not; I'll find out soon enough.
  4. Knew I'd forgotten something. Starting on rewrite number three of my convert-to-LDAP script. *would rather gnaw on own spleen*

Ack.

Jul. 21st, 2005 01:57 pm
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Flipping through source files trying to sort something out, I came across these in the Rs:
reform.c
repopulate.c
refloop.c


My brain being what it is, I spent a coupla seconds trying to figure out wtf 'floop'ing something would be, and why one would need to re-floop it afterards.

Check, please?
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I mentioned an LDAP problem yesterday that was driving me nuts. (arr...) I hacked at it and hacked at it and stared at network hardware and stared at logs, and hours later I finally had it nailed down - the error I finally found was to the effect of 'Rejecting connection on bad hostname', and it was only coming up on systems on the old switch, when those systems didn't have their IP address in my servers hostnames.

Triumphant, I waited for our network architect to return from lunch, so I could get him to look at this boggling problem with what will shortly be a critical system.

At about 1pm, I checked to make sure one of the servers I was working with couldn't connect... and it connected right on through. No explanations, no known configuration changes. The tech hasn't returned from lunch yet.

I'm contemplating impaling our network architect on a stake if he shrugs disingenuously at me and looks innocent. Think I'd be acquitted?
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This is definitely the biggest challenge I've had in my system administration career.

I have to come up with an algorithmic method to convert a system from using its current nameservices to using my new LDAP server. The old system may use both local accounts and an old central naming service. I have to remap all G/UIDs on the system in question to fit my new criterion - local accounts that're staying local below ID 1000, local accounts that're moving to LDAP getting removed from the local passwd file, old remote accounts simply getting remapped.

Trying to keep the whole project straight in my head is, in fact, causing me head pains.
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I've found it interesting that my office-mate and I have become acclimated to entirely different types of bureaucracy. I find workflow-type bureaucracy to be almost vital - you know, a ticketing system and/or a change request system. He feels like it stifles spontaneity. In my head, I think 'GOOD GOD MAN. I don't _want_ spontaneity in my field. The _last_ thing I need is some asshole walking in at 4:30 on a Friday and saying "I came up with $this_bullshit_idea and I want to you get it done by Monday!".'

So yeah, I like some controlled workflow.

I hate Corporate Asscovering Bureaucracy. I'm sure there's a polite term for it, but it's all those little things, silly forms, required training in things you couldn't care less about, make sure you've twiddled all your bonkers by COB or your middle manager's heart will stop at midnight, yadda. He breezes through that crap serenely.

Weird.

In other news, our Change Review Board meets tomorrow. Today, I submitted three new requests. It feels like I'm hailing Random Shit onto the TRB. Would like authorization to do all my stuff, though...

In other other news, I'm running away now.

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