(actual diagnostic message from the on-board JMicron RAID controller on an Asus P5B-V motherboard)
I learned a few lessons on Monday:
- Lesson the first
- If you have a RAID 1 array, and one of the drives suddenly drops out of it, do not simply assume it was a software error and reassign it, or you will be very unhappy a few months later when that drive really fails. Continue reading “Detect drives done, no any drive found”
“Oh, the Klieg Guy,” she said. I swear I could hear the capitals.
“The Klieg Guy?”
“The Klieg Guy,” she repeated, nodding gravely, looking down at the mug she held firmly wrapped in her hands. Continue reading “The Klieg Guy”
Happy new year and all that jazz. In the grand tradition of making one’s opinions known regardless of whether anyone is interested, here are my predictions for 2007. Continue reading “Twenty-Oh-Seven”
Does anybody really think that solves anything?
Does anybody really think he got a fair trial? Does your definition of a fair trial include being prosecuted by the victims of your alleged crimes, defended by attorneys who face threats and frequent attempts (sometimes successful) on their lives, and sentenced by a judge who would most likely be assassinated if he acquitted you?
Does anybody believe that the world is a safer place today than it was before March 20, 2003?
You heard about people so dumb, they can’t walk and chew gum at the same time?
I had a cousin like that. She started out OK, but after they finally kicked her out of primary school (after repeating second grade three times and third grade five times) she spent her days watching daytime talk shows, and gradually got dumber and dumber until she couldn’t even walk and breathe at the same time.
Despite her handicap, she loved taking long walks in the park in the afternoon. Her mother taught her a safe route through the park, with benches about every hundred yards or so; she would walk to a bench, sit down for a breather (literally!), then get up and stroll to the next bench, and so forth.
She died tragically a few years back. The big storm of ’98 did her in. On her daily stroll the next morning, she walked around the bend between the twenty-second and twenty-third bench, only to find that the latter had been removed – taken in for repairs after being smashed by a fallen tree, as we found out later. She was found sprawled on the path, passed out and blue in the face, only fifteen yards from the twenty-fourth bench.