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May. 18th, 2014 09:50 pmFive months since I last ate wrote a post in LJ.
I'm still alive. There has been stress. Nothing life-threatening.
I discovered that I have a tolerance for other people making mistakes, and for handling problems that are of the universe's making, but I get really angry when I can't solve a problem that someone has made my acknowledged responsibility.
I am happy that I shut down, cleaned, and started up my main house server today without incident. 180 days without a reboot is hardly a record, but given the number of things I have that machine doing, I was worried that I had made something go without putting in appropriate structures to survive a clean start. The shoemaker's children go barefoot -- and I'd like to avoid that. Along those lines I now have automated backups in place for all the house machines except the phones and four of the laptops. Three won't get them because they're running an odd OS (Windows, ChromeOS, MacOS) and there's really no personal data on the fourth: I use it as a terminal to access other machines.
This year I read four of the five Hugo novel nominees before they were nominees. (Haven't read Wheel of Time. Might, someday. Maybe.) This largely reflects the fact that I already liked two of the authors and had heard many good things about Ann Leckie. Oh, and until the last month I was reading at my usual speed, about three novels a week. I don't really know what's happened: I get stuck on a book I have started, don't feel a strong desire to finish, but can't bring myself to start a new one until I've really finished the first. There's a new Harry Dresden next week or so, that should snap me out of it.
I'm still alive. There has been stress. Nothing life-threatening.
I discovered that I have a tolerance for other people making mistakes, and for handling problems that are of the universe's making, but I get really angry when I can't solve a problem that someone has made my acknowledged responsibility.
I am happy that I shut down, cleaned, and started up my main house server today without incident. 180 days without a reboot is hardly a record, but given the number of things I have that machine doing, I was worried that I had made something go without putting in appropriate structures to survive a clean start. The shoemaker's children go barefoot -- and I'd like to avoid that. Along those lines I now have automated backups in place for all the house machines except the phones and four of the laptops. Three won't get them because they're running an odd OS (Windows, ChromeOS, MacOS) and there's really no personal data on the fourth: I use it as a terminal to access other machines.
This year I read four of the five Hugo novel nominees before they were nominees. (Haven't read Wheel of Time. Might, someday. Maybe.) This largely reflects the fact that I already liked two of the authors and had heard many good things about Ann Leckie. Oh, and until the last month I was reading at my usual speed, about three novels a week. I don't really know what's happened: I get stuck on a book I have started, don't feel a strong desire to finish, but can't bring myself to start a new one until I've really finished the first. There's a new Harry Dresden next week or so, that should snap me out of it.
