August 22nd, 2003


Well, another 8 hours of meeting...

... and all I've managed to accomplish is to reveal another layer of my coworker's incompetence. You see, according to one of the guys I work with a member of our Internet cluster of firewalls "is infected with the Blaster worm." I found this an amazing feat, since our firewalls all run a hardened version of BSD UNIX, which isn't exactly known for being susceptible to Windows worms and virii.

Please remind me why I don't hold the Senior Engineer title again?

I got out of the office around 6:15, dropped Poodge off at his apartment since his car is still quite broken, and then drove back to the apartment. Kestral was home already and Roho wasn't far behind. We decided to do dinner at the Continental again, and lord was the place hopping! Our waitress was quite frazzled before the evening was through, having mixed up my order as well as Kestral's (chopped steak instead of skirt steaks). The issue was remedied as quickly as possible given the load on the kitchen, but none of us were in a hurry. Just like our dinner there earlier this week I got a phone call and had to step outside to walk the helpdesk through another problem. Unlike last time I didn't have to miss half the evening's meal to do so.

I noticed I'm the only person who leaves the restaurant when taking a phone call on the cell. I'm not sure why that is. If nobody else is showing the courtesy, why should I? Oh well, it's probably one of those habits I'll never break myself of, sort of like taking off my shoes in the doorway when I'm asked into somebody's house or how I announce "calls of nature" before slipping off to the bathroom.

I'm on call this week, which means my cell phone is getting bombarded with messages that I have to sift and acknowledge. Most of them are false positives because of this worm that's running around the campuses still, but I have to check it all out to make sure that things are still running as expected. Because of this I missed a call to kristenq that I'd planned to make tonight, so I'll have to find some way to make that up to her.

Tomorrow I'll be getting up at my usual time and tending to chores. I need to mail out a check to frostyw to cover my share of expenses, then hit Sam's Club for the usual weekly grocery run. I also need to get Ra more cat food, and start cleaning out my pickup truck. I'd like to get this all done before the end of the day so that Sunday can be spent tidying my room and helping around the apartment. I don't need things to be spotless for the arrival of my parents on Monday, but I'd like them to be a little better -- at least where my bedroom is concerned. Of course, this all depends upon me getting enough sleep tonight, and if the pager keeps going off like this I suspect my time line will slip some.

Keep moving
  • Current Music
    The Crystal Method - Blowout

I want to unhear this noise.

According to my pager's repeated frantic beepings (which have been spread out over the last 30 minutes or so) our Pomona, California campus is flapping more than a humming bird hopped up on crack.

This abuse of my hearing has been going on all week thanks to the "Blaster" worm and it's half-brother "Nachi.". The traffic rates at a campus soar skyward and the network management system loses contact with the firewall so I get paged, then the traffic dies down enough that contact is re-established and I get paged again. I'm honestly dreading the next time the phone beeps at me because I may very well try to drown it in my fish tank out of simple frustration. Of course, like so many other things in this world if I were to do what I think I might I would be presented with a trade-off: On one hand the phone would be silent because it would be waterlogged and dead -- I would be honestly surprised if it ever turned on again. On the other hand if I were to do that I would be left with the problem of how to explain away my cell phone's unexpected bath to the various managers at the office.

I wonder if I could claim that Ra knocked it in by accident. You wouldn't mind taking the fall for me on this would you, kitty cat?

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
  • Current Music
    BlackHawk - A Kiss Is Worth a Thousand Words