Looks like OWS is boiling over tonight with a security/police rush, so I’m sure we’ll start seeing video and stuff tomorrow, but in lighter news, here’s part of what I spent today at work doing.
Me: Hi, I just brought you back from being in a drawer to get some old tape archives running.
OS: Oh, hello, I’m uh. What? I’m where?
Me: You’re in a new box, and I’ve attached the old tape drive.
OS: Oh, you probably wanna reconfigure the agent for the backup software.
Me: Yeah, for sure, let’s go do that.
OS: Okay, lemme just talk to the backup server.
Me: Oh, but you are the server.
OS: Okay, I’m the server, so I just need to reconfigure the server agent by talking to the… uh… the… hmm…
Me: Yeah, you ARE the server, the agent you’re looking for is localhost, it’s you.
OS: Okay, cool, I can just check in with the server agent over at… uhm…
Me: Yeah, no, it’s you, see? I’m restarting the server agent. See?
OS: Yeah, the agent’s restarted, so I can talk to the, uh, server, which is…
OS: I have all these backup tapes I know about, and they’re on the big Quantum backup jukebox that’s attached to my… oh, that’s weird, I could’ve sworn there was a-
Me: No, right, you don’t have that tape deck, you have this other tape drive, see? I’m refreshing the hardware list.
OS: Refreshing the hardware? Sure, I’ll just tell the agent on the serv-
Me: But, YOU are the SERVER, it’s you.
OS: I am? Okay, I’ll just tell the agent, which says the server is… uh… uhm…
OS: Hey, I can’t find the server.
So that’s what I day felt like, at least part of it.
In other news, the UStream feed for OWS went from about 3,000 while Arwen was watching to over 12,000 in the time it took me to type this up.
As overhead on the Human Microphone a minute ago: “This is not about me, this is about us.”
Hope everyone keeps their cool out there as much as possible.