This blog is actually getting hits still? What the fuck? You people are pathetic.

Yeah, I picked up another job to keep the heat on, the EVE account active and the Internet connected. Unfortunately, the time I have to spend at work makes me unable to actually ENJOY the heat, Internet, and EVE, but I’m sure the dog appreciates it.

BOZO turned 2, by the way. See also: BOZOKast Christmas Special. Guaranteed to raise your sperm count!

I’ve just been reading about how the recent Rackspace data center network failure had limited impact and more of the details on this. Just another poorly planned, poorly executed, and poorly responded to botched maintenance operation.

It seems like at least half of the major data center and cloud outages this year have been the result of error during maintenance procedures or unnecessarily risky maintenance operations. So, what went wrong and how do you avoid becoming the next hot Twitter topic (in a bad way)?

1. They loaded an obviously inadequately tested configuration on a critical router. Test, test, and test again! The more critical the system is, the more pain from failure, the more testing needs to be done!

2. They messed with a critical router during peak load hours rather than a normal late night maintenance window. It’s nice that their facility integration was going to take place during a late night maintenance window, but how do you consider making a functional change to a critical router “preparation” that’s suitable for a high load period? If the worst happens, do NOT aggravate your customers by blowing things out of the water during the time they need it the most.

3. The length of the outage would imply that they either had no way to know the change had caused a problem in the network, or they had no recovery plan, or they chose to try to reengineer on the fly, or all of the above. Test for proper operation after every step of a maintenance plan and have an escape route to back out of changes if something unforeseen happens. It’s a bad idea to be messing around trying to determine what went wrong in the process while you have customers out of service.If it affects customers more than a few minutes, that’s bad.

Plan as well as possible, recognize when things go wrong, back out promptly, and schedule to minimize potential customer impact. These are the not so secrets to a pain free maintenance.

2009 seems to be the year for bad examples.

Vern, SwiftWater Telecom

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This afternoon, I had a link forwarded to me about Mark Anderson predicting dire doom and catastrophe for “the cloud”. I’m not sure I know where to start on this one.

First of all, one of the big red flags that someone may not have a clue what they’re talking about is referring to “the cloud”. Microsoft has a cloud. Amazon has a cloud. SwiftWater Telecom has a cloud (that’s us ). There is no huge Internet wide entity called “the cloud”. Service providers clouds are all independent and not subject to impact from one providers problems.

Second, just what is the nature of this major catastrophe that’s supposed to kill everything? Will all the wires in the Internet melt? It’s easy to make grandiose dire predictions when you don’t have to be very specific (many of the best known apocalyptic prophets of history have been similarly vague on the details as well).

Most of the failures of the cloud thus far fall into two categories, infrastructure engineering errors and bozo human operational gaffes. Coincidentally, these are the same things that whack all data center services from time to time. The cloud isn’t any more susceptible to this than traditional services. Ignore long standing good system administration rules, such as appropriate data backups, and you’re playing Russian roulette, exactly as you would be with a colocated server.

As much as I’ve snapped on Microsoft and Amazon for botched engineering, operations, and customer relations in their recent cloud outages, these serve to demonstrate just how durable cloud services really are, since they only affected a very tiny portion of the providers cloud. Kill one of our cloud hosts and the rest automatically take up the slack.

As the engineer and architect of our cloud, I can tell you it would take an external disaster of epic proportions to knock any significant portion of our cloud off line for an appreciable time. Assuming a “smoking hole” disaster in data center one and the loss of cloud one, simply connect to data center two, restart all the back up copies of the virtuals on cloud two, and we’re off and running again.

Even better, if you can see it coming, such as a severe weather event, migrate the VMs across the net to a different data center out of the path of danger. Try to do that with a colocated server.

Finally, there’s the “security breach” disaster. I have news for Mr Anderson. Large numbers of security breaches happen every day on traditional services. A cloud (you’ll notice I didn’t say “the cloud”) isn’t any more susceptible to this than any other data center service. Well established good system and network administration practices and prompt updating of software are still the best defenses against security breaches.

In short, if someone wants to provide me with specific details supporting the prediction that my, or any other providers, cloud will fail catastrophically next year, I’ll be happy to listen. Meanwhile, Mr Anderson should seek a refund on the goat entrails he used for this “prediction”, I think they were past their expired date.

Vern, SwiftWater Telecom

SwiftWater virtual cloud service

A Salute to Finley Peter Dunne

(Mr. Dooley Sez)

 Devlin sat down and made you pity the stool in the process. To say he is a large man is like saying the Empire State is a big building. “Tea and toast”, he says flaunting his ancestry. “I see they got that bum Libby. Imagine a man lying to the Congress of the entire country and hoping to be treated like a normal man. May they put him away for life or six weeks, whichever is longer under the present system.”

“That’s a little strong,” quoth meself ”After all, members of the Club Bozo ain’t exactly got a sterling rap sheet on truth-telling.”

“Ah,” sezs Devlin.”You’re still missing the point after all these years in this haven from British oppression. The sainted Johnny put it straight. We gotta do for them. They don’t owe us nothin.

“Devlin,” sez I, buttin me head against his monarchist views,” They’re citizens too- at least most of them, and if we got to tell the truth, so do they.”

“Riley, your head is bent from inhalin the fumes of what you purvey in this joint. First, the bozos and the truth is mortal enemies. How would they get elected Second, they gotta make everyone else tell the truth. Otherwise, how would you be able to tell when you was talking to a bozo. Third, since perjury is their thing, they have to protect the copyright from abuse by lesser beings. Underneath it all is the fact that if they could tell the truth, they wouldn’t have embarked on a life of crime in the first place.”

“I still think it is wrong to put a man in the slammer for not tellin the truth to a lynch mob of bozos.”

“Ah, Riley “sez Devlin ” I recommend you read the sage of County Claire, Franz Kafka, if you want to understand modern Congressional investigations. Or, you could always read the autobiography of Chairman Lee Hamilton.

That’s right friends it’s time for another bozo of the week. This one comes to us from the wonderful land of Florida, Miami to be exact. This story may seem familiar in certain aspects. Most of us have been in (or can understand) the dire of situation of being in danger of missing a flight. There’s the cursing, the reckless driving/running and prayers that somehow the flight is delayed enough for you to make it. Also familiar is having a boss that you want to impress, or having to make amends for making a mistake. So come with me down to Florida, Miami to be exact. I submit to you 31-year old Claudia De La Rosa. She for whatever reason (possibly because she rather drop the kids off at the pool in her home than get paid for it at work) she was running late and this in turn had her boss running late. Now her boss had a flight from Miami to Honduras to catch. So naturally she was worried that she may have screwed things up and wracked her brain for ways to help. Her brilliant plan?

She called in a bomb threat. Yeah let that sink in for a bit. Not only did she call the airline (American) and tell them there was a bomb on his specific plan but she also emailed the threat. She’s certainly thorough. A real go getter in the bomb threat world! The flight was delayed while the plane was searched and no bomb was found. They then traced the email to her computer and when questioned she admitted to coming up the plan when she feared her boss would miss his flight because of her. She of course was arrested. See where ambition gets you? Way to go Claudia!

A bonus bozo of the week mention goes to Keith Ballard of the Florida Panthers. Upset that his man beat him and scored a goal he decide to take it out on his stick. He swung it against the goal pipes and inadvertently hit his goalie in the ear. Vokoun (the goalie) was down for a while and was taken off on a stretcher. Way to go Ballard!

Igazi és értelmesebb cikk előrébb (katt)
és az igazság: a napiszart eladták, de a cikket törölték. állítólag fikusz hibája az egész, most ha jól emlékszem szlovák üzemeltetője van. a tartalom nem változik

Meglepően sokan olvasták a cikket Garas Dávidról… De nézzünk a dolgok mögé mégjobban. (Az következő gondolatsor, természetesen, csak a fantázia szüleménye! Balázs(Hoolie) a barátunk, semmit nem gondolunk róla komolyan!)

Eme napon megszűnt Hoolie blogja és feladta a nevét, kiderült ki is ő valójában, ugyan ez történt Bozó Lacival a napiszar volt főszerkesztőjével. Mi is állhat a dolgok mögött? Ez a véletlen egybeesés elgondolkodtatja az embert…Netán Hoolie maga BozóLaci, Garas Dávid és Balázs? Lehetséges lenne? Bazsi a #1 netceleb kihasználhatta volna az egész országot, hogy magát postolja a napiszarra (amennyiben ő BL) és ezáltal saját hírnevét növelje? Micsoda zsenialitás. Egyik oldalon védi, másik oldalt támadja magát. És egyszerre vet véged mind kettőnek az emo király és az anti emo herceg egy személyben semmivé foszlik? És lesz belőlük egy Dávis, és egy Balázs… Itt felmerül a harmadik név.  Hány Dávid Balázs nevű ember élhet Magyarországon? Lehet, hogy egy 12 éves hermafrodita gyerek játszott az egész országgal…ilyen könnyedén? Lehet, hogy ő irányítja a világot, és hamar elpusztul az emberi faj, mert a gyerek Balázs Dávid, maga az isten? Az ellentétek, és a megnyugvások egy személyben… elképesztő!

Nagy nehezen ráakadtam Balázs Dávidra…és megdöbbentem. Egy csecsemő kori fotót találtam róla, de ez mindent elárult.

A világon elszaporodtak az űrlények, és a klónok, az elmeirányítás, és az emberek manipulálása. Balázs Dávid a bizonyíték olyan dolgokra, amit senki nem tudott még megmagyarázni.

Folyt Köv..

Kedves olvasóim…kevés olyan tinédzser él Magyarországon aki nem hallott volna a napiszarról. Mindig megnevettetett az emberek hülyesége.Lehet hogy nem kellett volna nevetnek rajtuk, de nem tudtam megállni…A szerkesztőket csak egy nickname határozott meg…de eljött az az idő amitől az oldal indulása(2008.09.25) óta félünk…a főszerkesztő(BozoLaci) neve kiderült, és sajnos a szerettei is megitták a levét. De mi lesz most? Kérdem én…Eltűnik az az oldal aki PusziDavid,Fityma és még sok ember nevét megismertette az országgal? Remélem nem!

BozoLaci mesél nekünk a dologról:

Gondolom Nektek is fura, hogy lassan dél van de sehol egy bejegyzés. Ennek oka az, amitől én is, és sokan mások is féltek, de legtöbben mégis örültek.

A Napiszar.com határozatlan időre megszűnik!

Okai a következőek:
-Akármennyire is próbáltam névtelen maradni, és a BozóLaci álnevet használni kiderült ki is vagyok, és ez nem kevés fejfájást okozott nekem és családomnak az elmúlt napokban.
Igen, azon a fikablogon én vagyok.

http://fikablogok.freeblog.hu/

Elnézést ha nem válaszoltam az e-mailekre amiben ezt kérdeztétek.

-Azt ami az oldal hátterében folyik más nem látja. Amíg ti jól szórakoztatok, addig a sok szar mögött óriási gondok, rivalizálások, és balhék voltak. Hogy miért az maradjon titok, nem szeretnék senkit lejáratni, még akkor sem ha ez fordítva nem így van.

-Nem titok, hogy az oldal legtöbbet posztoló embere Fikusz áll a leállás hátterében. Ő az aki ahol csak tudta kihasználta az oldal adta lehetőségeket, reklámozta saját blogját, viselkedésével, és elárult engem és az oldalt is, ami sokszor a megélhetését biztosította.

Jelen pillanatban így állunk:
Fikusz_Fekalitisz mindenféle Napiszaros jogoktól meg lett fosztva. Barátja SittesFeri is repült.

Én pedig a sok Napiszaros balhé miatt megőszülve lemondok az oldalról, és mindenről ami hozzá tartozik!

Valahol ez várható volt. Nem lehet egy ilyen stílusú oldalt szerkeszteni anélkül, hogy egyszer ne kapja meg a szerkesztő a méltó „büntetését”.

Tény, hogy azt állítottam egy levél kapcsán, hogy ide csak azok kerülnek fel akik megérdemlik!

De közben olyanok is viszont látták magukat, akik nem valóak ide. Ez igazából az én hibám is, hogy nem mindig figyeltem a többi szerkesztő munkáját, és néha velem is elszaladt a ló!

Bocsánatot kérek mindenkitől akinek bármilyen kárt, szenvedést okoztam ezzel!

De kérdem én: Tényleg olyan rossz volt amit csináltunk?

Jöhetnek a kommentekben az eszmefutatások hogy mennyire is van/volt szükség a Napiszarra.

Szeretnék még sok mindent írni, de nem akarom szaporítani a szót.

Jelenleg a helyzet a következő:

Az oldal sorsa Captain_Anus kezében van, aki holnapra eldönti tudja-e vállalni az oldal üzemeltetését. Szerkesztője az oldalnak jelenleg NINCS!

Deres és Erobi is visszatérnek ha Anus kollega úgy dönt életben tartja a Napiszart!

Az e-mail címűnk él, továbbra is küldjetek mindent amit az oldalra szántok!

Én megköszönöm azt a kitüntető figyelmet amit sokan az oldalnak szentelnek. Azt a rajongást, a sok levelet, és szeretetet amit kaptam/kaptunk tőletek!
Garas Dávid voltam… Sziasztok!

Garas Dávid vagyis bozolaci

Ennyi lett volna a rajongókhoz szóló levél…Remélem ez nem csak egy poén…megint…Eddig több mint 36.553.57-an voltak fent az oldalon…a kommenteket ITT lehet olvasni

Risos. Bem, eu fiz esse blog porque tava loca pra fazer um faz anos e sei que, daqui uns meses, vou completar duas visitas, e vou me sentir tão, mas tão feliz, que vou continuar por mais dois meses e conseguir dez visitas e um comentário em dois posts, de quatrocentos. HAHA, ok, exagerei.

Mas sempre fui um fracasso em blogs, sabe? Me lembro de uma vez que fiz um post falando mal de uma cof cof amiga cof cof minha e ela pesquisou meu nome no google e achou a merda do blog. Resultado: ela roubou meu leite que eu tomava no intervalo do recreio e jogou na minha cabeça ): Daí o nome do blog, sabe? Sei lá, tava com uma criatividade enorme.

O legal mesmo é que não sei mexer com HTML (é isso?) e nem sei que porra significa CSS. Pra mim é Cansei de ser Sexy. Ou nao. Mas tamo ai pra vida né. HAHA. Bjks, vo tenta bota essa porra pra funcionar direito. ou n

We all know that iProgram Mobile Marketing is a great way to market your brand. And now with the alliance with GCMP even more-so. But is there such a thing as bad Marketing? Well, um, in a word yes. Actually, not even a word, how about 2 letters.

CK – as in Calvin Klein. They should really just add the OC in the middle and at least be straight up, eh-hem… about it.

If you google this clown Sam Shahid – you should be able to find his email, phone and address and tell him what you think about his Calvins Ads. Enough is enough.

Boycott Calvin Klein

Here’s an excerpt about a sexual harassment case from 2003. What is it with this guy and why would CK hire him. Then I see this ad and it’s like – what is the world coming to? Revelations anyone? Is the end nearer than we think.

By Rob Packer

I’m not normally one to pass up the chance to try something new, especially something related to food and drink. If I didn’t do this, I’d have never learnt to love the durian and wouldn’t have the occasional craving for congee with thousand-year eggs. And every time I go to my local supermarket in Kyrgyzstan, I’m impressed by the number of fridges full of drinks I’ve never seen before. So today, I decided to go on an adventure and see what I could find. The results were not pretty.

The contents of your supermarket drink cabinet: bozo, tan, bio-kvas, dyushes and kvas

First up, Bozo. Rather than meaning a bozo, this is a wheat-based fermented drink and a bottle of it has been sitting in my fridge taunting me for a couple of weeks now. When I’m looking through the fridge, this bottle of chocolaty swamp water leers at me and I pick it up every now and again wondering just how thick the sediment at the bottom is. One of the first things I did was to shake the bottle to loosen the sediment: this is not what you do with bozo. It’s fermented and will spray the walls of your kitchen. The smell was sour, salty and doughy and the taste was a mixture of slightly sour milk and rye bread. This one was a maybe.

Bozo, rich in carbohydrates and vitamins

Never, ever do this with a bottle of bozo!

Bozo in the glass. All bubbly.

The next drink is something I don’t know the name of and can barely describe. The label says it’s called Tan, the Russian description is of a “refreshing soft drink” and the ingredients say it’s been fermented. The closest thing I could find on Wikipedia was a Middle-Eastern drink called tahn, which forwarded me to ayran. I know ayran from regular trips to my local Turkish restaurants when I lived in Dalston, London; this is not ayran. I opened the bottle and found the smell was a mixture of yoghurt, kefir and Parmesan. It’s probably one of the strongest tasting things I’ve ever drunk: very sour, very salty, very chalky with a very watery consistency. It was a liquid version of the dried yoghurt cubes that people here eat while drinking. And it was not good. And after the tan, I now realise it was difficult to taste other things.

Tan, oh dear!

This is not milk

My third drink is sometimes called limonad in Russian, but I’m going to call it by its brand name, Dyushes. It is not like lemonade. I’d first seen this being carried round by groups of teenagers in Bishkek swigging out of the bottle. When you first have a look at a bottle of this, it looks like iced tea, and it has pictures of pears on the label. In terms of taste, it doesn’t have much in common with either, and has the very sweet and slightly sharp taste of Irn-Bru.

Dyushes, definitely not lemonade

Sticky and sweet

You can start to see a pattern when yet another fermented drink (from bread this time) Bio-Kvas is up next, and smells of a wooden cupboard that’s been locked for a long time. I always think of bio-kvas and real kvas‘ poorer cousins, but this one was mixed with honey and wasn’t as bad as other bio-kvas that I’ve had. The honey took away from its almost overpowering breadiness and made it actually kind of drinkable.

Bio-Kvas. The bio part is very important: it means it won't be as good as Kvas.

A glass of bio-kvas

Best of the bunch was standard, commercial kvas. It has some of the breadiness of bio-kvas mixed with what to me tastes like Doctor Pepper. It’s probably full of sugar and bad for you, but it’s what I’ve been brought up to expect from soft drinks. I like salty lassis or sour lemon drinks, but I’m quickly finding out that I don’t like overpowering salty and overpowering milky sour at the same time.

My winner for the evening: Russian kvas

For all its greatness, this is not the best kind of kvas. That's called monastyrsky kvas and I've only been able to find it sold from barrels on the street.

My curiosity is more than satisfied. I’m glad I tried them, and I’ll be going back to kvas, but probably not to the others quite so quickly. And I can politely decline tan next time if it’s ever offered.

One of my favorite cartoon strips is Bizarro created by Dan Piraro. I also enjoy reading his blog and am a follower of his on Twitter. In a blog post he made today (of which I am going to steal some of the pics he used) he blogged about how he fears and loathes clowns. I too share in his distaste for that which is suppose to bring smiles and laughter otherwise known as clowns. I want nothing to do with them or their gags.

Now some of you may thing how could I possibly not like clowns they are so funny. Well some of the more famous clowns that im sure have brought smiles and giggles to millions include: Bozo, Red Skelton, Krusty and of course who could forget Homie D Clown. All of those clowns to me…..creepy!

Something about grown men hiding behind paint and make-up with wild hair and wanting to play with and tickle little children just is not right.

I say “Down with the Clown!”

Now I leave you with a look at some of the clowns that ruined it for me and countless of others.

Pogo The Clown (aka John Wayne Gacy raped and murdered 33 young men and boys)

And the winner is Microsoft!

I spent much of the day yesterday working with a colleague to replace an ancient customer owned server running Windows Server 2000 on consumer grade hardware with a nice new machine running Windows Server 2003 R2 on top notch server grade hardware. While I am primarily a FreeBSD and Linux guru, this was far from the first Windows Server machine for both of us.

After cruising easily through the setup wizards, we were left with a strange problem. The server could see the router, surf the net, and accept incoming connections from outside of its own subnet, but it would refuse traffic from any machine in it’s own subnet. Even stranger, it would respond to pings from other machines on the same subnet while it was booting, but at some point in the boot process, it would stop responding.

After much unpleasant language and threats of electronic mayhem, we discovered the answer. Apparently because this server had 2 Ethernet NICs, the all knowing setup wizards decided to activate NAT to bridge between them. No option was ever given to do this during the setup, someone just thought it would a good idea to set it and then bury the setting to the point that it took mining gear to dig it out.

For this spectacular display of bozosity in not asking if we wanted this capability turned on or not, we award Microsoft the coveted multi-colored wig and red squeaky nose of shame.

Vern, SwiftWater Telecom

With the exception of enema lady and enema lady porn Bozo the clown is a consistent search that brings people to my blog. I’d like to capture that market. So I present to you all another Bozo of the week.

Apparently craigslist is for more than just getting rid of your dirty couch and casual sex meeting other singles. Susan Finkelstein is a wife, mother, a grad student and apparently a really huge Philadelphia Phillies fan. She’s also not unwilling to get creative with payments or sex. Recently Susan used all her Assistant PR Director skills to post this:

“DESPERATE BLONDE NEEDS WS TIX (Philadelphia)
“Diehard Phillies fan – gorgeous tall buxom blonde – in desperate need of two World Series Tickets. Price negotiable – I’m the creative type! Maybe we can help each other!”

Now according to Philly police by creative she meant she was willing to bump uglies (that description amuses me to no ends—even if my mother used it!) for said tickets. When the undercover cop who may have looked like this but we cannot confirm:

When he suggested he had two tickets Susie Q apparently upped the sex ante. The convo may have occurred like this:

Susan: I’ll like totally have sex with you for that one ticket but only missionary baby.
Crockett: I do have two tickets.
Susan: I’m willing to go ass to mouth for two tickets.
Crockett: Score Tubbs never did that!
Susan: What?
Crockett: Nothing.
Susan: Go Phils!

Something like that yeah? You got to admire her fandom I suppose. Her attorney (I wonder how she pays him?) says “She was overcome with Phillies fever”. Now I had more than a giggle because even with the over in front of it he used the word come. I know I’m like 14. I wish my wife would have sex with me for tickets I buy to sporting events. I’m lucky she even goes to the games with me.

The only question I have is was the second ticket going to be for her hubby?

Halloween: BOZO Style

That is all.

Species Name: Creepyasfuckicus Childmolestius

Seeing as Halloween is tomorrow, it seemed only fitting to conquer my fear of the one thing in this world that terrifies me more than scientologists, CLOWNS.  Ever since I was a child, these fuckers have haunted my nightmares.  From Bozo to Pennywise to Homie the Clown, I don’t care, I hate them all.  What shithead thought these painted up child molesters would be enjoyable to children?  Everything about them is evil.  The painted white face, the bright red nose, that fucking creepy circus music that follows them wherever they go. I would much rather face Freddy Krueger, Jason Vorhees, and Michael Myers in a Battle Royale any day of the week over being in a dark alley with this fucker:

Georgie!  What the fuck are you thinking?!? Don’t take that goddamn balloon!  But see, that’s the problem, clowns are the worst because they prey on the innocence and naivete of children, making them that much more fucked up.  I know I’m not alone in my fear of clowns, so consider this thinning the herd as a public service and type of therapy for those of you plagued by night terrors brought on by these assholes.

In a world where clowns didn’t exist to send grown men running and screaming in terror:

• We wouldn’t have to worry about a group of KILLER CLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE coming to Earth, turning us into cotton candy cocoons and sucking out our blood with a straw.

• I wouldn’t have needed rubber sheets on my bed as a child…and as an adult.
• John Wayne Gacy would’ve had to rely on his inherent creepiness as a serial killer instead of hiding behind makeup.

• Parents would no better than to let this molester anywhere near their kids.  He wants more then a hug…

• John Leguizamo would never have donned a fat suit in Spawn to somehow manage to make clowns even creepier

• I wouldn’t have to carry my 9MM at all times if I hadn’t seen this piece of psychotic shit:

• Everytime you see a Smart Car, you wouldn’t be worried about how many clowns are inside of it.
• The sound of circus music wouldn’t elicit a Pavlovian response in me to piss myself.

I dream of the day that I don’t have to live in  fear of a clown hiding in the bushes, waiting to steal my soul, or what semblance of a soul I have left.  See the problem is that it is common knowledge how scary clowns are, so there is definitely no end in sight to their reign of terror.  Expect them to be a common fixture in movies, television, and your psyche for years to come.  Although we can take solace in this clip, as a way to know that it is possible to overcome your fear of clowns…even zombie clowns:

So kids, if you see a zombie clown out tomorrow night while trick-or-treating, make sure you smash it’s face in with a large rubber mallet.  Fuck you clown.  Happy Halloween!

But one has to have dreams right?

Don't trust him...he's still evil...

(cue the drum roll and the gorgeous blonde in the slinky dress to hand me the envelope) Yes, it’s the biggest mouth in infotainment, the financial industry equivalent of Daffy Duck, Jim Cramer! I’d have used the village idiot quip but I got beat to it by the guys at Data Center Knowledge.

In an overly simplistic analysis (and probably a reading of goat entrails), Cramer has concluded that since servers based on Intel’s Nehalem CPU can replace 8 older servers, data centers everywhere are going to end up with tons of empty space and the whole industry will collapse. I can only conclude he has a secret deal to shill for Intel.

First of all, the 8 older servers replaced sounds like something read off a marketing brochure, sort of like 4 out of 5 dentists recommend. I don’t think I’d try replacing 8 of my servers with one Nehalem based server. Of course, it probably sounds good to people who don’t know anything about tech.

Of course, this also that every bump in server technology has only increased the demand for more servers and hence, more data center space. Recent reports are that data center demand is growing 3x the rate of supply. The only data centers I’m aware of anywhere with tons of empty floor space to burn are the older facilities that just ran out of power capacity, leaving them with floor space and no more power.

I’m sure all the big boys that have been building data center space in leaps and bounds are going to be so disappointed that Intel’s wonder chip is going to make these huge facilities all obsolete overnight.

Jim, in recognition of this award, we are pleased to present you with a multi-colored wig and a squeaky red nose. Wear them with pride!

Vern, SwiftWater Telecom

data center, web hosting, Internet engineering

Bir arkadaşım vardı. 5 yaşımdan beri en yakın arkadaşım olan. 22 yıl boyunca en yakın arkadaşım olan. Sonra giden. Boktan bir sebepten siktir’i basan. Hayatımdan çekip giden. 22 yıl her şeyimi paylaştığım, olmayan kardeşim yerine koyduğum ve sonra hiçbir şey paylaşmaz olduğum.Gördüğü her yerde beni görmezden gelen. Eski dost düşman olur’un kanıtı. Arkadaşım olmayan, hiç de olmamış en yakın arkadaşım.

İnsanların hayatıma girmesinin hep bir amacı olduğunu düşünmeye çalışıyorum. O amacı bulamadığımda canım sıkılıyor.

İşte bu arkadaşım, bana ev hediyesi minik, gri-beyaz bi yavru kedicik getirmişti 5 sene önce, biz daha küsmemişken. Minik yavru bi kedi. Grili beyazlı. Adı boz renginden ötürü “Bozo” olsun demiştim, sonra yaramazlık potansiyelini ve evdeki her şeyi kırdığını görünce “Bozuk” olmasına karar verdim. 5. kattaki evimde, terasta laylaylay gezinirken kedicim, düşer bu 3 aya dediler. Düşmedi hiç. Çatılarda fink attı da bir tek gün sendelemedi. Öyle de akıllı bi kedicikti işte.

Her neyse, Bozuk eve geldikten 3-5 ay sonra zaten ben siktiri yedim. Ve dedim ki, ah işte, demek ki bu arkadaşımın amacı, anlamı da bu kediymiş. Onun bana bıraktığı tek güzel şey Bozuk’muş, 22 senelik varlığından geriye kalan tek güzel şey. Tamamen atıyorum da mesela kalbimi paramparça etmesine, hayatım boyunca hazmedeğim bu kazığa, sonra edindiğim hiçbir arkadaşıma “kalıcı” gözüyle bakamamama, gidenlerin ardından üzülemememe, duygusuzlaşmama, güvensizleşmeme değen tek şey bu minik, pembe burunlu kediymiş. İronik bir şekilde dünyanın en iyi huylu, en insancıl kedisi.

Kedi sahibi olmayanlar, daha doğrusu hayvan sahibi olmayanlar anlamazlar, konuşmayan etmeyen, tek derdi yemek-çiş-uyku zannedilen bi hayvanın senin yalnızlığını nasıl alabileceğini, seni en ihtiyacın olan anda nasıl sevgiye boğabileceğini, gerçekten ama gerçekten sevilmiyor hissettiğin o anlarda, “hayır efendim ben seni seviyorum” duygusunu bir gri kediciğin nasıl sana verebilececeğini anlamazlar. Ama işte, tamamen atıyorum mesela yatağına yattığında, göğsüne çıkıp, mırıl mırıl seni öpen koklayan o kedi, sen nereye gidersen oraya gelip seninle oturan o kedi, işten eve geldiğinde gurul gurul ayaklarına dolanan o kedi, bilgisayar başındayken “sev beni” diye klavyeye atlayan o kedi, ağladığında kucağından inmeyen o kedi, tatil için bavul hazırlarken bavulunu yapama diye bavula atlayıp, orada yatan o kedi, yaptığı komikliklerle seni güldüren o kedi, gidenlerin ardından seninle kalan o kedi… senin öyle bir dostun oluyor ki….

Dünyanın en iyi kedisi Bozuk. Kimseyi tırmalamamış, kimseye kıhlamamış, kimseye trip yapmamış, misafir geldi mi herkesten önce karşılayan, veterinerde gıkını çıkarmayan, kedisevmezlerin bile aşık olduğu, göreni hayran bırakan, önce şişko patates, sonra sıskacık kedim. Benim kedim. Benim arkadaşım.

Salakça gelebilir size. Ama ben o kediyi seviyordum. Çok hem de. Çok. Bir sürü insandan daha çok. Ben o kediyi seviyordum. Beni siktir edip, gitmiş o “en yakın arkadaşım”dan yadigar kalmasına bakmadan, onun bana olan nefretine bakmadan seviyordum. Çok basit aslında, hayvan sahibi olmadan da anlaşılacak bir sözcük:

Seviyordum.

Kedim, dünyanın en şahane kedisi, çocuk bakışlı, masum suratlı güzel Bozuk’cum bir gün hastalandı. 5 ay önce. Durup dururken. Bir daha da toparlanamadı. 5 yaşında, gencecik, hiç sağlık sorunu yaşamamış kedicim o günden bugüne hemen hemen her gün veterinere gitti. 8 kiloluk tosun, 3.5 kiloya düştü. Hatta dedim ki “ulan adını Bozuk koyduk, hayvanın kaderiyle oynadık.” Bozo ismine geri döndüm. Ama olmadı işte. Olmadı. Kedim bugün öldü.

Evet, benim bi tanecik kedim bugün öldü. Düşük de olsa bir ihtimal var, belki toparlarız dediler ama ben biliyordum, o düşük ihtimallerin beni bulmayacağını biliyordum. Taa bu sabahtan biliyordum. Gittim görmeye, son kez olduğunu biliyordum. Sevdim biraz ama çok kötüydü, öylece yatıyordu. Oradan çıktığımdan beri ağlıyorum zaten ki akşam haberi geldi. Şaşırmadım. O siktiğimin düşük ihtimalleri buralara uğramaz biliyorum. Olmayacak şeyler olur ya insanlara bazen, bana olmaz. Ben şaşırmam. Bana sürpriz olmaz. Mucize olmaz.

Ama işte üzgünüm, kızgınım. Birini suçlamam gerek ve ben kimi suçlayacağımı çok iyi biliyorum… Kimse de kusurma bakmasın.

Bana bıraktığın bir tek güzel şeyden ne istedin sevgili “eski dost”? 22 senenin hatırasını piç etmene bir şey demedim, her şey bir sanrıymış, bunu anlamama bir şey demedim, yediğim kazığa bir şey demedim, kalp kırıklığıma bir şey demedim, senin için kötü şeyler dilemedim, iyi ol istedim. Peki de sen ne istedin benden? O kediyi seviyordum ben. Nolurdu bıraksaydın bana? Nolurdu siktirip gittiğinle kalsaydın da senden bana kalan tek güzel şeye ah etmeseydin?

Saçmalama deniz, ne alakası var dersiniz şimdi. Kedi ölmüş, kediler ölür, hayat işte dersiniz. Hayır öyle değil, biliyorum orada bir ah olduğunu, biliyorum “lanet olsun o kediyi vermeseydim” dendiğini. Hissediyorum. İnanıyorum ben böyle şeylere, bir şeyi çok derinden, çok nefretle dilersen yaparsın. Nazar da budur. Kara büyü de. Karma da. Ah da. Hepsi aslında sadece nefrettir. Nefret dünyanın en büyük gücü çünkü. O kadar yoğun bir enerji ki, o enerjinin bir sonuca ulaşmaması imkansız. Pozitif düşünceymiş, sikiim pozitif düşüncesini. Öyle bir şey yok. Sadece negatif düşünce kazanır hayatta.

Her şey bok gibi zaten. Kedimden ne istedin? Kedimi bana bıraksaydın olmaz mıydı? Dünyanın en güzel, en iyi, en tatlı, en pembe burunlu kedisi.

Abi, içim acıyor. Seviyordum ben o kediyi. Gerçekten seviyordum. Bir daha da kedim olmayacak, istemiyorum. İşte şimdi tam oldum bak ben. Tam. Şimdi anlıyorum “kaybetme korkusu” yüzünden insanların neden ilişkilerden kaçtığını. Bağlanma korkusunu bilmem neyi. Böyle bir gün hastalanıp, pat diye gidecekse, istemiyorum kedi, köpek, insan, hiçbir şey.

Sonuçta, senin seçimin yalnızlık kolay. Bi bok değil, tak otomatik vitese, takıl. Sıkıcı belki ama zararsız. Senin seçimin olmayan, yalnız bırakıldığın için olan yalnızlık ise bok gibi, bok bok bok bok.

Al şimdi, bu gece kedimin mama kabını topladım, kaldırdım. Etrafta oyuncakları duruyor hala. Al işte şimdi kafama çok pis vuruyor: O kadar kırgın, o kadar yalnızım ki… Mutlu oldun mu?

Nefretinize sıçayım.

Kimse de bana kedin nasıl, nasıl oldu, başın sağolsun filan demesin, rica edicem. Benim kedim öldü. Nokta. Saçmaladımsa da saçmaladım. Böyle hissediyorum.

You do know that we can see and hear you right? Trying to shut down the press you don’t like, organizations you don’t like. You get that you’re not doing that in secret…right?

I’m just sayin’.

Astana the clown.

It’s a funny thing.

With all the money, politics and huge egos involved, with two-time Tour de France winner Alberto Contador’s future hanging in the balance, the fundamental reason why the UCI didn’t approve Astana’s license renewal came down to one thing. The UCI decided the people in charge at Astana were bozos.

The definition of bozo in Astana’s case is a team that clearly can’t get their act together when it matters most. Clueless, disorganized, unprofessional and foolish. This team has the world’s best stage racer under contract for another year yet just gave him the legal clearance to pack his suitcases and blow doors.

Either Astana didn’t bother to determine if missing the latest deadline would trigger a UCI clause allowing Alberto Contador to exit or they just blindly assumed these things don’t matter. Astana management blamed their problems meeting the october 20th deadline on “geographical conditions, distance and time difference.”

This is a global sport, that travels the entire world, but they’re saying they let Contador walk because the UCI headquarters in Switzerland is too far away? That the 4 or 5 hour time difference is too complicated to figure out?

I'm not good with paperwork.

Imagine any professional team in any sport making an excuse like that for losing their best player. Sorry, we lost Derek Jeter because it was raining too hard outside to file the paperwork. We just could not find our umbrellas. Sorry, we lost Adrian Peterson because he was vacationing in Hawaii and it was such a long plane ride from Minneapolis.

Sorry, we lost Kobe Bryant because his agents’ phone number was in the pocket of the pants we just washed. And we don’t remember how to use the phone book. What do you say to excuses like that?

If you’re sitting in the UCI boardroom having to wade thu reams of documentation for a dozen teams, that kind of irresponsible behavior ticks you off. You make a mental note — the same note you’ve already made a dozen times: bozos. These people do not deserve a ProTour team.

Sad clown, Contador gone.

Here’s an organization (term used loosely) that wrote the book on how to annoy the UCI and wear out the welcome no matter how much kazak oil money they claim to have. Things like not paying riders for months last year, consistently late, sloppy paperwork, pushing doping offender Alexander Vinokourov as a potential team manager, haphazard team organization and hiring a director who hasn’t run a team at this level in 10 years. This is not what they call in business “checking off the right boxes.”

Time zones are so complicated.

Former manager Johan Bruyneel, arguably the best in the business, made no bones about what he though of Astana management. He claimed that were meddlers, disrespectful and ungrateful for his success in making the team number one in the world.

He sure didn’t appreciate having to publicly beg for rider salaries during the Giro. All things the UCI writes in the black book with the red pen. All under the heading, bozo.

To quote the lead of the Velonews story, “the managers of the Astana team said Friday that they will work tirelessly to keep Alberto Contador on the Kazak-financed team.” Tirelessly? They can start with figuring out that insurmountable time difference (hint: wear two watches) and then determining how to get on a plane in Astana that lands in Switzerland. (Is there no Travelosity web site in Kazakhstan? Is the former soviet republic still suffering from a chronic lack of travel agents?)

The UCI makes me mad.

Astana may yet gain approval by meeting the final November 20th deadline. Massive sums of money deposited in a UCI-approved Swiss bank go a long way to removing the bozo label.

But we’re guessing that Alberto Contador will be gone by then. The three ring circus is over, balloons are popped, the clown make-up is off and there are some long, sad faces in the capital city of Kazakhstan.

E assim começa esse fabuloso post. Não, sério. Vai ser esse o tema desse post. E, falando a verdade, eu achei incrível.

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Mas taí, é um assunto que eu nunca tinha pensado antes. Por que diabos esses palhaços usam cabelo colorido? Não adianta me falar que é pra ficar mais engraçado porque não cola. Definitivamente, não cola. Quero dizer, você vai mostrar pra uma criança um cara que tem a cara pintada de branco, uma bocona gigante vermelha, um nariz – também vermelho, de doente, gripe suína e tal – enorme também, um cabelo esdrúxulo e das cores mais inimagináveis do universo e espera que ela RIA? Ilógico, isso.

Eu acho.

E olha só isso: o palhaço Bozo, durante muito tempo o palhaço mais conhecido do Brasil e – por que não? – do mundo inteiro, também. OLHA A CARA DESSE INFELIZ:

oiq.

Não, olhe bem pra isso:

Você se sente feliz vendo essa expressão?

VOCÊ SE SENTE ALEGRE AO VER ESSA CARA?

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Só pessoas anormais sentem-se bem diante dessa abominação da natureza.

(brincadeira, acho o Bozo legal demais.

[ou talvez eu esteja falando isso pra evitar possíveis xingamentos contra a minha pessoa.]

{E eu achei um cartum BIZONHO. Não posso postar aqui por que esse blog é o último reduto meu ainda com nível, mas você pode ver aqui}).

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Falando em abominações da natureza, como deixar de lado o fenomenal FOFÃO?

risos

Eu não tenho palavras pra descrever o que sinto toda vez que vejo essas bochechas. Parecem… parecem… parecem… Meu, sei lá o que esses trecos parecem. Só sei que dá medo. Imagina você encontrar com uma pessoa que tem essas bochechas?

Qual era a pergunta mesmo? Ah sim, por que diabos os palhaços tem cabelos coloridos.

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Sinceramente, não sei. Minha opinião é que é só mais uma arma para torná-los mais desgraçadamente assustadores. Quero dizer… nem a Marimoon tem cabelos das cores estapafúrdias, como certos palhaços. Há quem diga que palhaços formam um exército, que um dia dominará o mundo.

Bullshit.

Palhaços não tem competência nem organização para dominar o mundo. Eu teria mais medo de um exército formado por, sei lá, anões de jardim.

Eu ia fazer uma montagem de um exército de anões de jardim, mas eu não consigo achar um cd de photoshop que eu tinha aqui em algum lugar. Acho que tá em Maringá… Então, pra não deixar vocês órfãos de alguma coisa insana, vai isso daí:

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Pra descontrair essa quinta-feira nebulosa (to contrariando o título do blog mêismo), segue a “Santa Ceia dos Palhaços”.  Título em inglês porque EVER é  #tendência.  Não sei quem é o autor, quando descobrir coloco aqui. E aquele bêêêijo pra quem tem perfil.

Leslie Hall can eat my shorts.

I found the sweater to end all sweaters. It’s Bozo meets Kinko meets John Wayne Gacey ALL IN ONE!! I know not who knitted this but it’s so “au courant” that I had to post it. I think this should usher in an entire new world of Clown Fashion. Sad clowns, Velvet clowns, (Evil clowns are so over…sorry). Enjoy and send me the best (worst? depends on your perspective) sweaters you find. Lesliee Hall was a dubious maverick, an icon for the “left out of bunko” set, but this sweater and the sweeping genre it could “sweep in” is gonna be crazypants. Expect to see more of this liquid gold on Trendwatching.com

Perhaps since bozo the clown is always top on the search list of what brings peeps to my blog maybe I should call it the Bozo of the week. Hmmm. Ah the potential….

Bozo/catch of the week/will come up with a better title is:

Dave Grzyb

So football is big in some places we can agree on this yeah? Real big, especially in places like Texas, Mississippi and of course Alabama. This little gem comes to us from Alabama. Now I’ll start with acknowledging this was probably just some nothing spat, and both sides didn’t press charges. That may be the case. It may not be. On to the story though. Way back in August at the start of the Alabama Football season there was an altercation between a Bama football player and his then girlfriend. It basically went like this: A crazy person woman slapped her roided up musclehead football playing boyfriend because he was talking to another girl. So far everything is so logical…..right. He then grabbed her by the hair and neck and apparently tried to shove her down she freed herself (doesn’t bode well for The Bama defense if he couldn’t tackle her huh?) and swung/missed him. Both were promptly arrested. Flash forward to her dad (Dave Grzyb) and he’s pretty pissed at said player right? No, he is very supportive of him. He called the coach to defend him and also said this:

“I hate to see this guy get in too much trouble because I honestly think it was probably initiated by my daughter. I don’t think he laid a hand on her. He just tried to restrain her to keep from getting hit again.”

After the court hearing where both cases were tossed he covered her from the media but turned to them and yelled “Roll Tide” before exiting. Now that is some fan huh? Guess fan really is taken from fanatic huh?

As we left India Garden last night the topic turned to first Kellen Winslow or scrotal staph and then Braylon Edwards. Keep in mind I was with Lindsay (@lviboheme) and the wife (@kittenkaboom) and to say neither could care less about football is a vast understatement. My wife started to explain about Braylon Edwards to Lindsay using all the appropriate terms (No not block for hands or incompletions but wide receiver), which is funny in of itself. Lindsay didn’t care and this brought out the fact that neither of them can understand/follow/learn the rules of football. Believe me people have tried. I really don’t understand this because the rules really aren’t that difficult to grasp and I consider them to be very smart. I’d venture to say 3x smarter than I am and I can easily grasp it. It really boils down I suppose to the fact that they simply don’t care. I mean they watch soccer and understand that. In truth though the rules there are a bit more simplistic.

Run 50 yards this way kick the ball to the other guy wearing the same shirt you are he runs 15 yards sideways and then misses the goal by 6 feet.

Oh!

Rim shot please!

I kid. I kid. I love the footy, and that really wasn’t that funny. Is this live? Oh.

A new segment starts today and that is my wife vs. my cats in football pick em.

I will ask my wife and she’ll pick however she does, and then the cats will have the options to play with 2 pieces of paper. One will represent one team and clearly the other piece the other team.

First pick (no video cause the battery needs charging):

Louisiana Tech vs. Nevada

A few tidbits on the two teams:

LA Tech: Colors: Red and (Tech?)blue Nickname: Bulldogs. One of Tech’s great traditions is the players rubbing a bronze bulldog statue commemorating Tech’s entry into Division 1A football as they enter the stadium

Nevada: Colors: Blue and silver Nickname: Wolfpack Alphie: Nevada’s wolf mascot. Alphie replaced cousin “Wolfie” as the institution’s mascot earlier this decade following Wolfie’s reign that began in the 1970s.

Wife: La Tech

Csonka: Nevada

Rasputin: La Tech