Puzzling properties of my mind (by alaric)

On Saturdays, I take the train home from London.

I was feeling particularly groggy last Saturday; I was tired for some reason, I had a lot to carry (three bags, two heavy ones and one bulky one full of clothes), and I foolishly decided to pack and get straight on the Underground without going out to buy and then eat breakfast, in my desire to get home to my wife and child soon.

So after climbing the steep hill between my lodgings and the underground station I was already running a bit short on blood sugar. Which is probably why, while navigating a route around the underground lines they had closed for maintenance over the weekend, I got on the Victoria Line in the wrong direction, and nearly got on another line in the wrong direction while making my way back.

I grabbed some food at Paddington and leapt onto the next homewards-bound train; there were no free seats so I crouched in the vestibule with my bags, wolfing down my food, then leaning blearily against the wall while my body verified it really was food, so that it could afford to release my final reserves of nutrients to keep me going while it processed the new bounty (although, as it made it abundantly clear to me, it would rather I slept while it did this).

I got off at Swindon to change for the Stroud train; it was 2:35pm or so, and the next train to Cheltenham Spa was at 3:00pm or so, so I rang home and told them to pick me up from Stroud at 3:30pm, then went and sat down.

Some ten minutes later I glanced up at the indicator board, and saw that the next train was actually at 3:15pm. Odd - I must have misread it. I rang Sarah up and said I'd be a quarter of an hour later. It was still a Cheltenham Spa train from platform 2, though.

So at 3:10pm I went to platform 2, which was a little terminating platform used for the branch line up to Cheltenham, and got onto the train. It pulled off, and the inspector came to check tickets; when I showed him mine, he said "But this train doesn't go to Stroud. We're going to Westbury! You'd best get off at Chippenham and get the next train back to Swindon!".

Bleargh.

Well, I did that, and made it onto the correct train this time, and got to Stroud at about 4:45pm instead of 3:45pm; I wonder what time I'd have made it home if I'd not gone the wrong way on the Underground, too.

But through this whole day of bleary groggy failing to manage to comprehend even something as simple as the rail system, what did I while away my long waits doing?

Analysing distributed algorithms. A specialist topic far more involved than rail route planning.

How I was finding that a welcome rest from trying to figure out which train to get on, I don't know.

Or does this just say something about our rail system?

A stressful upgrade – and a design for a better backup system (by alaric)

My server cluster has been having lots of outages lately - which I traced down, after much experimentation, to probably being the ethernet driver in NetBSD 3.1 (which I was running), since the machine in question (as luck would have it, the NFS/NIS server; mental note, make the other server be a NIS slave so it can run on its own...) seemed to just disappear from the network but be perfectly happy if spoken to over a serial console - but ifconfig wm0 down ; ifconfig wm0 up would then hang it.

So, since a machine with the same Ethernet interface but running NetBSD 4.0 was running fine, and I could see there'd been a lot of commits to the driver between the versions, I decided to upgrade it.

Easy enough, right? Stick in the NetBSD 4 boot CD, boot, select Upgrade. But then problems struck; my /usr and /var are on a RAIDframe mirror set, and the install kernel didn't have RAIDframe installed. So I just let it install into /usr and /var directories under the root directory, and then booted into the new system, mounted the RAID, and copied the new /usr over my old one in order to upgrade all the binaries while leaving /usr/pkg and /usr/local untouched.

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Jean’s First Christmas Play (by sarah)

I have just come back from the Snowman at Sunset which was the nativity Jean's pre-school put on and Jeany was a snow cloud.

We made her outfit last night and I'm hoping it will have survived so I take a photo of her in it when Daddy comes home on Saturday. The children all had a great time though Jean did do a lot of wide eyed staring and had to be reshuffled to the front when her snow cloud bit happened. The sun shined on her and made her sparkel.

I put hair gel glitter in her hair and then dug out the 'fairy dust' stage glitter my aunt gave me when I was little - this stuff makes you shimmer and I have used it in countless christmas plays and I even used it when going out to clubs and things at uni.

Jean was very sparkly 🙂

She run up at the end of the play and hugged me lots, she said she'd been a bit scared and I told her she did really well and was very sparkly - she even had sparkly shoes. She went off for an after show treat whilst mummy and ferfer (my dad) went for mince pies and non-alcholholic mulled wine.

When I get round to I will put the out fit up on Salaric.

Pink Hair (by sarah)

Finially after hunting high and low for hair dye I decided to just give up and by spray on pink hair spray.

So I now have pink hair:

And so does Jean though she loves pink unlike me and so decided to wear pink cloths aswell:

Of course this was supposed to be done for October 31st but never mind - We did it to raise money for Breast Cancer - so if you sponsered me be aware that I am coming collecting! With a big stick if nessicary!

And if you didn't sponser me it is not too late and I will be accepting late sponsers.

And so here are more pink hair pics:

Mummy Pink and Baby Pink

Daddy confused that his family have all turned pink and thinking that maybe there has been an alien invasion whilst he was in the office.

Synchrony! (by alaric)

Our week goes like this.

Monday morning, Sarah gets on a train to London.

Wednesday evening, at 8:30pm, I get on a train to London (Jean is with her grandfather for this bit). Then at 10:15pm Sarah gets on a train back from London, the same time as my train gets in. She gets home at about midnight, then on Saturday, I come home and we get the weekend together before she goes off again next Monday morning. This is not a very pleasant state of affairs - we're a close couple, and we miss each other keenly.

Anyway, this evening, my train into Paddington was a bit early - so I rang her as my train was pulling in at 10:09. She was in coach D of the train on platform 2, waiting for it to go; my train came in on platform 3, and I was in coach E. Platforms 2 and 3 are opposite sides of the same physical platform. So I got out, crossed the platform, walked one carriage down, and there was Sarah! She came to the door of the train, and we had an unexpected five minutes together!