Warning: These are old.
I had seen my sister use the site with ease earlier, but she has IE on Windows. The site is various versions on IIS on various flavours of Windows (thank you, Netcraft) so perhaps it works better that way.
One we'd finally sent the order off (this is after the site crashed but before the browser died) we got a blank email back. Somehow Alan managed to get a more reasonable email back afterwards. We are now eagerly awaiting the delivery of -1 items tomorrow.
I think we'll be walking (or, if the weather persists, wading) in future.
Decided that my head hurt and despite the weather not improving I needed a walk. Alan asked whether I had seen the weather (he's the one using an applet to check it: I have a window for that) and then elected to come along too for laughter value. Not fifty yards down the main road a drain had blocked and water covered the width of the main road. Cars were coming down the hill, slowing, and then throwing up a shower of water all over the pavement. Watched Alan proceed along the pavement, laughed as he was drenched by a car which didn't slow down, and failed to notice the bus behind it. I then got very wet: buses throw up a lot of water.
Given the wind and rain, and Alan's claims of "hail expected" (but he got that from the net, so it was probably the forecast for Mombasa or something), decided the beach would be a bad idea.
Channel 4 were evil and put Scrapheap on early, but we caught most of it. Including the "here, a book to help you with all our strange nerd words". Hackers dictionary. Robert Llewelyn is now fascinated with the word "frob".
It is now 1.30am and there is a man wading down the road with a large drain-unblocking vehicle (or so I assume) following him. I don't know why: the forecast is for more of the same.
I have not dared check the water level in the cellar.
Very windy night. No windows broke, thankfully. The not-yet-replaced
ones rattled a lot, though.
Watched news and was glad we'd come back when we did. Apparently the
trains are not going to improve.
On the visit itself:
Messed around with various travel sites on the web. Discovered that they all lie about prices and when you ring the people up, it's twice the price. The machine survived all these insane sites despite their attempts to kill Mozilla with mad web design (they failed). It did not, however, survive my attempt to go and close all the gnorpm bugs that Alan and Malcolm Tredinnick fixed.
Alan seems to think if he closes any in RH bugzilla, someone else can do the relevant ones in the gnome-bugtracker. And of course, there's a lot more in the gnome tracker...
So I wrote a generic "closed because... update at.. thank you for reporting.." response. And fished out Alan's "mail lots of people a file script" to fire them all at the bugtracker so in theory the bugtracker would send each reporter their own copy of the close note and put the note onto the webpage for the bug number, and close the bug.
Many jokes about Alan being a proto-spammer ensued, but it emerges he wouldn't be a very good one. He forgot to put a sleep in the loop that did the actual mailing, I wondered about it, tried it with a small group of people, the machine seemed okay with it, and then I fired off the big one. It got most of the way through mailing the messages and then top became nothing but sendmail, sendmail, sendmail, everything started going slowly, the disk began going "gronk, gronk gronk", top dumped core when the load average hit 23 and then I ran out of file descriptors. Yay.
I panicked a great deal about whether it would kill the bug-tracker,
but it didn't (wow), and then I realised that the old maintainer and
not Alan would still have got all the notifications (oh dear, bet
he loves me now) and then I started getting all the replies -back-
from the bugtracker and I ran away.
Next time, I am not waiting for Alan to rise from slumber, and I'm
It took most of the day to fix, and we haven't actually fixed it: the problem has just mysteriously gone away. It could be the broken ld.so.conf I created, it could be the new RAM which got taken out and put back in again, it could be the changes I made to XF86Conf, and by now I don't care so long as it doesn't come back and I never have to see memtest again.
Oh yes: other fact learned: to my disgust, I begin to suspect that hardware only works if Alan puts it in. Even if he watches me do it and pronounces it good, something still goes wrong. I find it unfair that I tie my hair back and run my hands along the radiator and act with painstaking care, and he justs rips the machine apart and bodges it back together and the wretched thing boots for him but not me. Whose machine is it, anyway?
The washing machine and fridge-freezer have not yet migrated back into
the kitchen, and I fear they're going to grow roots where they are.
This would be very bad.
The someone came back and laid lino on the kitchen floor and we are now very happy. We have one complete room in the house. Whee. Only all the rest to go. Argh. We've been here a month and I have stopped noticing the holes in two walls where the fires were removed and the fact that half the ground floor skirting boards are neatly stacked up against a wall. This is bad.
Alan wanted to retrieve a network card from my machine, and after I
discovered he had burned some RH 7.0 CDs (we have a CD burner? Since
when?) I decided it was a good idea to upgrade my main machine and
give it some more RAM at the same time. I have learned a valuable
lesson now. See October 13th for it.
Someone came and smeared goo all over the kitchen floor and told us not to walk on it. I was very proud of myself for getting the kettle and coffee out of there first, but I forgot to switch the heating off, and couldn't reach it without walking on the floor. The weather started to brighten up then, of course.
Michael "I'll be wearing a red hat for identification" Tieman visited briefly. Alan wore one, too. Just to be helpful. I hate to say it, but more than one person with matching red hats is quite a funny sight. The taxi driver was most puzzled at it.
My hat isn't red, but it's a much cooler hat. It has a scarf. And tassels. So there.
Weather was most amazingly wet. I tried to convince him that parts of Swansea were quite pleasant, but since you couldn't see any of it, I don't think it worked, although I think he liked the local beer.
Eventually remembered to switch the heating off. Must figure the timer
out. Or stop having days where I can't walk on the kitchen floor.
Moved the fridge-freezer and the washing machine out of the kitchen
into the building-site room so someone can do and do things to the
kitchen floor. Alan was macho and started moving the washing machine
on his own. It bit him and he has a purple toe now.
Meal at Heather's, much perfect dinner conversation courtesy of friends who have recently had their first child (well, perfect for a hospital equipment manufacturer, a pathologist, and a nurse: not sure what the others thought about the whole thing), large quantities of wine, and one fun musical. Nice night, and Alan should not have run away to Denmark, or wherever he is.
Friends laughed at my tales of "I keep hearing noises when I'm on my
own" but checked the house for monsters in the cupboards under the
pretence of seeing it for the first time, and I was much reassured.
More Alan packages (missing racking bits?). Apparently the delay was
due to the fact that the parcel had his name and the road name --
but no house number. Pah. Excuses.
No Alan, still. I wish he'd told me where he'd hidden the phone in the machine room. I hear it ringing, bound in, hunt the noise, and people ring off whilst I, having given up, am bounding down the stairs to the phone which doesn't move.
I am not sure that this is what 'mobile phones' is all about.
Wandering around the new house, jumping at noises still. Eep.
I've been asked for a more obvious feedback route. So there you are! But please note: This should be clear from the above, but: I am not a kernel hacker. I am not an anything hacker. "Is this diary true?" will get answered. (It is.) "I have a problem compiling the brainsplat module under the pre-sliced option terminator; I am using the mutability framewedger on the standard infernalisation build" will not. (Well, it might be answered in a similar vein, but for a real answer, look elsewhere. It's much safer.)