well there's the obvious one
Norfolk server takes a s**t (or dump)
The IT support chaps and chapesses among you doubtless have a few entertaining war stories regarding preposterous causes of system outages, and we'd like to offer you this fine Friday the tale of the cantankerous crapper and the company server. Reader Stuart Drabble wrote to explain that in his almost 15 years of IT support, …
A company that I worked for years back did computer maintenance and we were called out to a computer that had died suddenly - only to find that it had been cavity wall insulated! The site was being insulated with the expanding foam insulation that is pumped in through holes drilled at intervals. Unfortunately it turns out that there was a hole in the wall behind the computer and the foam had spilled out and filled the case!
Naaridge is a good approximation of the sound. The more rural the longer the "aaa". (no rush in the country)
I think most people still say PeeCee rather than com-poot-er. As in a local IT professional would say "Do you go to Naaridge and buy yourself a new PeeCee." (not a question)
Anon. cos I leave there (here?)
Sump Pump Dump Lumps Stump IT Chumps...
I know they fixed it, so that's nor fair. Still if I'm doing headlines, I don't actually have to tell the truth do I?
If anyone can think of a word for server or power system that rhymes, I'll be very happy indeed. I suppose the other version is:
Clumped Dump Lumps Stump Sump Pump
so let me bore you with yet another war story. My home linux server would crash every time I cut the grass. Reason: The attached webcam, sensing motion in the garden, would take up to 10 photos a second and attempt to email each one with a seperate sendmail process. Soon after, the server dies for lack of memory. Or rather, the OOM killer would kill something that mattered.
Server sunk in cesspit sludgefest
Norfolk server sits on naughty stool
these pithy headings are not as easy as they look
I recall with.. well I wouldn't say fondness... the cesspit that the Grandmother used to have before she got a digester - basically a miniature sewage plant - fitted. Every three months or so, the "poo lorry" would come down, pop the lid, stick a big pipe down there and slurp everything up. The eyewatering stench was close to indescribable. The entire 7 acres would become close to uninhabitable, with everyone retreating inside the cottage with all doors and windows shut. Of course, me being at a young age, I would try and get as close as I could to the action before the invisible wall of nostril-hair-curling stink became too much to bear.
And someone might have to go down and fix this pump? Poor, poor souls. I don't envy them one bit.
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