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Entries this day: Icepack Scott Icepack 4:46am Thursday 10 May 2001 I now know why the server went down last night, and again this morning around 3 am. It got too hot and stopped. Or, more precisely, the CPU stopped but the machine did not do a "shut down" and write data to disk, etc. I purchased 5 bags of ice and them in a trashcan in front of the machine, and put a fan blowing across the back. Hopefully that will fix it at least for tonight until the air conditioner is back on in the building. 6:02am As I was leaving the office, I checked the server once more. No response. Fuck!! I put buckets of ice all around it and called Kevin and everything seems to be working fine now, but this shit has got to be resolved! Calm and working fine. Yes, everything is working fine. Scott 8:52 am Thursday 10 May 2001 My car stalled on the way to my appoointment. I called him, and called work and now Wende is trying to get a wrecker over here at no charge via her cellphone service plan thing. I'm not sure how long it will take, and I'm not sure if I would rather just pay the $ to a different wrecker, and even then, I wouldn't be sure they would be faster to get here. I'm also not sure what is wrong with my dear Scott. He's got gas, oil and all the good liquids in all the right places, but something else seems amiss. Namely, that he won't start. Amidst all this un-knowing, I will chill and study spanish. Puedo relajar y estuidar espa�ol. 8:59 am Wende just drove up. 9:13 am Wende's wrecker people said about 1.5 hours; I called the wrecker suggested by Oak Forest (where we will take Scott) and they said 1 hour. So it's a race and I'll call to cancel the loser. Wende is going to rustle up some grub. 9:37 am Whew. While Wende was rustling grub, a man walked up, claiming he had mechanic experience and could help me fix it. He looked over the engine and announced that I needed new battery cables. He wiggled a cable and asked me to start the engine. It started with no problem. I believe he didn't do anything; the battery was turning over the engine before; it just wouldn't start, but I gave him the lion's share of my breakfast anyway. Called off the wreckers, drove about a mile and Scott stalled. This time he stalled while I was stopped at an intersection. Shit. Put on my hazards and as the light was turning yellow, I pushed Scott across the intersection and off to a side street. Called the wrecker back and Wende drove up behind me. So now I'm chillin' in her truck writing to you. 9:53 am Wrecker just pulled up. I was writing a letter to Bryn. 10:36 am Just dropped off Scott at Oak Forest. Ironic: this weekend I am scheduled to drive one of our clients to NASA, and now I might not be able to do it. Funny: Before the car thing, Wende was all, 'promise me you'll vacuum Scott before you go to NASA.' Just now she was all, 'I hope you didn't do this just to get out of vacuuming your car.' prev day next day |