Gentlemen, we can rebuild him

Following a few more occurrences like this incident and a bit of debugging and analysis, I finally decided to bite the bullet and replace my motherboard. Because the processor is semi-old (an Intel P4 with Socket 478) I wound up replacing it too rather than trying to choose one of the (very small selection of) motherboards that supports it. Eight hours after placing the order with NCIX it’s been shipped, and for $50 less than anywhere else I found; both prices dropped by a substantial amount as I was browsing. That’s a pretty good deal and speedy turnaround, both of which I’ve come to expect from the company.

So with any luck grok will be not only stable but better, stronger, and faster than it was before, sometime this weekend.

I do not want what I haven’t got

For a fraction of a second I thought Matt had stolen my topic. Fortunately (for him!) it turns out we’re just perusing different sides of the same coin. To wit:

Back when I started at the company, four owners and umpty-ump name changes ago, our philosophy was to do the most with the limited resources we had. There were two main reasons for that:

  1. We were trying to compete with other companies for an extremely limited customer base, so we had to keep the cost of our product low.
  2. We didn’t have much money.

In practise, that meant that we’d cram as much as possible into every piece of hardware and software we had. My first workstation was a 486/40DX that did triple duty as the company’s nameserver and mailserver; occasionally I’d have to run something in X Windows, so that would be running too; and it also became our first intranet webserver when I installed a just-released piece of software from NCSA called httpd. Our software ran on a single PC, then the next-generation version expanded the requirements to a SPARC/PC cluster with the SPARC handling video output, system control and applications, and the PC handling serial ports.

And it was good.

We worked that way for about five years, vastly expanding the capabilities of the software using the same hardware we’d always had. Sure, we got new machines from time to time that had faster processors, more memory, and so on, but we’d keep the old stuff running as long as it was physically possible. Our cluster grew by another PC, but that was it.

Then came the buyout by a big Silicon Valley company, and everything changed; not immediately or all at once, of course, but gradually, like boiling a frog. We heard stories about the magical land to the west where money dripped from the ceilings, there were perks and freebies as far as the eye could see, and everyone had huge racks… of servers!

And we wantss preciouss. Shiny preciousss, nice precioussss… we waaantsssss….

And we gots, to a certain extent; never as much as the parent company, but things started showing up. And as we got more, we started to do less with it, which was the fashion at the time in the west. A three-server product cluster sprouted a dedicated GUI host, a dedicated command-and-control server, a dedicated database server, and two more workhorse PCs to do some of the heavier lifting. We started ordering quad-processor SPARCs with two gigabytes of RAM and storage space measured in fractions of terabytes. Even QA got their share, two clones of production environments for stable and destructive testing. We started installing racks of our own in the server room.

Then the dot-com bubble popped, and we got more. As the parent company shed employees, the racks of equipment they had used came to us. We were swimming in servers; I got a server of my own to play with.

Things levelled off after that; the stock crashed and suddenly we were back to being the little startup that could, maybe, if we really tried hard. But the damage had been done. There were still scads of equipment around, but none of it was used to anything resembling its capacity. Instead of sharing one underutilized machine to do three or four low-resource functions, we kept using three or four servers; every new process meant a new computer. The minimalist mentality once present had been overtaken by the habits formed during our short-lived affluence.

That’s all several years ago now. Since then I think we’ve started to get back to middle ground, a reasonably steady state where we’re not straining for resources but not neck-deep in them either. We’re making better use of the hardware we already have, and limiting the inflow to stuff we actually need. But every once in a while I’ll see a desktop computer taken from an office after an upgrade and wonder why it isn’t being used as the modern-day equivalent of my trusty old mailserver/​nameserver/​webserver/​X terminal….

Noms de web and elsewhere

Apparently three posts three days ago isn’t enough for some people. 🙂 So here’s one I’ve had on my List of Things to Post About for some time.

My name is Peter. Always has been, always will be. Over the years people have tried to assign me nicknames, but only a few have caught on for more than a day at at time.

I generally don’t mind being called something else, as long as it’s not (shudder) Petedo I look like a Pete to you?—but I don’t really encourage it either. Still, some have stayed around in certain groups, so here are the stories:

Peetay was given to me early in my first year at university by Bob Kapur, the Giver of Names. It came about when I mentioned that both of my parents were French teachers; Peetay was, obviously, how the French would pronounce my name, since it’s spelled similarly to aller and parler (pronounced allay and parlay, respectively). (Fortunately he didn’t realize that péter is a French word, and I didn’t enlighten him to its meaning.) Bob and Dave Drewe popularized it around our residence floor, and those two and Dave’s wife Avvey are the only ones who still use it at all.

Warlord was the result of two ricochets. Bob’s the culprit again: he decided that one of the guys on our floor looked like Glory, a pro wrestler in what was then known as the WWF. Naturally Glory‘s roommate received his tag team partner Power, which was doubly funny because a) he was in the electrical engineering program, and b) he was physically about as far away as you can get from a pro wrestler.

I got to be friends with Mark (Power) and when Bob realized we hung out together he decided I needed a wrestling name to go along with them. It so happened that Power & Glory had recently been part of a six-man tag team match with Warlord, and because I was already follicly challenged and goateed the name was a natural fit.

This one was a bit of a running gag, particularly with Dave. Never mind my mild manner; appearance was key, and I became the Warlord of more things than I can remember, each more outrageous than the last. The culmination was when, via the whiteboard on my door, he anointed me the Warlord of Carnal Deviant Lust.

Somehow Dave quickly shucked the Psycho moniker Bob gave him. And Bob managed to completely avoid getting a nickname himself!

PeterJanes is my name at work. This one’s straightforward: we currently have five Peters at work (seven if you count Pedro and Petros) and there are only so many variations available.

I do have one more nickname that stems from the way I sign my email. Actually, it’s more of a pet name (no, not the Fido kind) and it’s known and for use by one person alone… so in the immortal words of the Soup Nazi, No soup for you!

Mu hu hu ha ha ha haaaa!

Who knows what sort of perverted piracy and puerile poopdecking is perpetually perpetrated on the high seas? The Boneyard Man do!

Ladies and gentlemen, once again the Natural Broadcasting Company brings you the Boneyard Man Holiday Spectacular, tonight at 8pm at the London Music Club. I’ve a nagging suspicion the series may be nearing its end, which is disappointing if true; Ol’ No-Eyes and the rest of the regular boneheads have always been a lot of fun, especially when they’ve gone up against… fascists! (organ chord)

Something that reinforces my suspicion is the announcement of The Boneyard Man Anthology (which I’m going to order tonight):

THE BONEYARD MAN ANTHOLOGY is the culmination of eight years of The Natural Broadcasting Company’s forays into the dark and seedy Manhattan underworld of the Thirties and Forties. Rounding off the collection is The Vault, a collection of filler bits, links, one-shots and miscellaneous trivialities. Tracy Clue Girl Detective, The Squirt And Honky Mysteries, Two-Minute Tangles featuring The Black Spot, Semi-Emergency Room, Hudson Falls, Captain Speed and other flashes-in-the-pan have found their way into the set.

It comes with liner notes and an episode guide, plus all eighty episodes broadcast between 1998 and 2005. As Jayson McDonald’s email announcement says, THE BONEYARD MAN ANTHOLOGY makes a perfect gift for people who don’t know what they want.

Go go gadget fingers!

Earlier this evening Jimmy listed a bunch of non-search Google-icious things that he uses. For various reasons (including temperament) I don’t use most of them:

  • Analytics. Tried it, didn’t like it. Because this site is hosted on DreamHost (sign up with that link and get 25% off; I also get a kickback), I get full logs that I can parse with whatever tool I like (currently Analog and Webalizer) so it’s no big loss.
  • Blogger. As it says down at the bottom of the page, Petroglyphs is powered by WordPress. I do have an account, but it’s only so I can comment on blogs that require it.
  • Gmail. All my mail goes through DreamHost, on my own domain, so I can do with it as I wish. As with Blogger, I do have an account; in this case it’s a side effect of using Talk to communicate with my sister and brother. (An interesting fact is that despite having never used Gmail for any mail of any sort—no personal mail, no website signups, no mailing lists—and never allowing it to be advertised or added to things like user directories, it’s full of spam! The account name isn’t something easily brute-forced, so somehow it’s been shared. Sounds vaguely evil to me….)
  • Desktop. Not available for my platform of choice, and I don’t use any other platform to an extent that it would be at all useful. I’ve played a bit with Beagle but found I used it so little that it was hard to justify the resource hit it took to run.
  • Google Alerts, Google Blog Search Atom feeds, and Google News Search Atom feeds. (Jimmy mentioned Gmail Alerts; these are similar features.) These I do use for a few terms of interest, although I’ve generally found (or created) most of the links that appear on it before it notifies me of them. All three have a frustrating habit of alerting me multiple times of pages that have existed for years. All in all I prefer Technorati.
  • Calendar. My calendar is private; when there are public events I’m planning to attend I add them to my upcoming.org account. Everything work-related is in my PDA, and I wouldn’t publish it to a third party server in the first place.
  • Page Creator. Shudder. Nothing but raw XHTML, CSS and ECMAScript for this boy, all written by hand in Vim or WordPress’s markup view.
  • Personalized Home. My 100+ browser tabs and aggregator are the closest things I have to a home page, and they have most everything I’m interested in.
  • Talk. As noted above, I’ve got an account that I use to chat with my siblings. For most internal discussion at work I use our IRC server, and I use an MSN account (ptui!) for my other personal contacts.
  • Google Maps. I do use this one, although I primarily get to it with a smart keyword in Firefox.
  • Google Video/YouTube. I’m a consumer of both—aren’t we all?—but have no need or desire to create or upload anything.
  • Froogle. Nope.
  • Docs and Spreadsheets. Nope. It’s highly unlikely I’ll ever start creating and editing work files on a third-party server, and I use OpenOffice.org for anything personal (which I wouldn’t be posting to a third-party service anyway).
  • AdSense. This site is an ad-free zone, with the exception of a very few personal endorsements like the DreamHost links above. I did have AdSense on What’s That Song for a while, since it was advertising-based, but I think I only ever made a grand total of about fifty cents from it (which I never cashed out) before I killed off updates to the page a few years ago.
  • Google Earth. Used it a couple of times, and it’s sort of cool, but ultimately not of interest.
  • Picasa. I’ve got The GIMP, which does a whole lot more than Picasa, and Gallery, which does everything I need for publishing and sharing my pictures.

You wanna have a catch?

Paul Gorbould posted some additions to TV Land’s The 100 Greatest TV Quotes & Catch Phrases. Some of the entries on the original list are debatable, others are just silly; Paul’s additions are mostly good, although I’d claim that What’s up, doc? isn’t technically a TV catch phrase, since Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes were around well before TV appeared.

Anyway, knowing how Matt loves the PopCultRefs and mental exercises, I thought I’d make a bit of a quiz out of them.

  1. Hey hey hey! What comedian provided the voice for Fat Albert?
  2. Hi, I’m Larry, this is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl. In what state was Newhart set?
  3. Norm! What was Norm Peterson’s wife’s name?
  4. We are two wild and crazy guys! From what country did brothers George and Yortuk Festrunk hail?
  5. Survey says… Hogaaaaaan! What’s the common factor between those two quotes?
  6. I love it when a plan comes together. What inside PopCultRef appeared in the opening credits of The A-Team?
  7. De plane! De plane! In what James Bond movie did Hervé Villechaize play the villain’s henchman?
  8. D’oh! How is Homer’s ubiquitous word written in Simpsons scripts and episode titles?
  9. Aaay! What phrase is used to describe the point where a once-loved television show goes terribly, horribly wrong for good?
  10. Sock it to me! What U.S. presidential candidate phrased Laugh-In‘s running gag line in the form of a question?

That’s it. Enjoy!

Okay, okay, a bonus question since you’ve been good: name the star of the movie that this post’s title comes from.

There’s no team in I

Although I didn’t really know it at the time, I’ve long been a proponent of agile methods at work. Which is why it’s ironic that, now we’ve started actually doing agile development, my role in the company (thank you Dr. Laurence J. Peter) basically prevents me from having anything to do with it.

To fill that gap, I’ve been reading agile blogs, and listening to (and occasionally transcribing or summarizing) agile podcasts. Although agile is very much about working with a team, I’m trying to use its team-based strategies to manage my own work… although without a defined customer, a prioritized task backlog looks an awful lot like a to-do list. I go to standups and medium-level meetings about the challenges people face trying to implement agile in the company. And I’ve taken to reading books like Influence Without Authority, since I have none of either.

I think the correct term is glutton for punishment.