July 2008 Archives

DNS for girls.

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Igor was having problems understanding what a root nameserver did, so I gave him this explanation. I am proud of this.

freebsdgirl: think of them like a directory service at the mall.
freebsdgirl: you want to know if sephora has chanel no 5 perfume, so you go to the mall, look at the directory service to find out where sephora is, and then you walk to sephora and ask them directly if they have chanel no 5.

I'm going to be moving the site over to a new server soon. Plans are being made for blog.freebsd.org, as well. More about that (and the company that's going to be hosting me and blog.freebsd.org) in a bit. It's pager week for me at IronPort, so I'm tired and busy.

The ipmitool that comes by default with OSX sucks. I needed to use ipmitool for work, and I couldn't find any OSX ipmitool packages anywhere, so I rolled my own. If anyone else is interested, I have a copy of it here. gunzip it, copy it to /usr/local/bin, and move your /usr/bin/ipmitool elsewhere as /usr/bin is before /usr/local/bin in $PATH by default. Enjoy.

Santa Clara is the armpit of the sfbay area. I'm sorry if I'm offending anyone that lives there, but it really is. It's not the ghetto, I mean, I'm from freaking Atlanta. California does not scare me. However, I fully expect some stupid hobo to try to rob me while I'm sitting in front of the AT&T store with my shiny MacBook Pro. As such, I have prepared. I have two (2!) Leathermen. I have the one that defended me from the last guy that tried to rob me, and a cute pink Leatherman Squirt S4. On the way home from work, I practiced my mean face. If someone shady comes up to me, I will grab my leatherman and look mean. I look pretty fierce, at least when I'm not wearing my glasses. I also figured out how to dial 911 on my phone really quickly, just in case. I will be twittering the entire experience. Hopefully I'm wrong, and it won't be nearly as entertaining as I'm expecting. Follow along as I brave the dark streets of Santa Clara.

First off, I'd like to state that I am not an iTard. I haven't bought an Apple product in a while. However, my personal phone died a month or two ago, and I've been holding off on replacing it until the new iPhone came out. Screw HTC. That phone died on me twice. I'll be at the Santa Clara AT&T ass-early in the morning on Friday. If anyone wants to join me, let me know.

This is going to be my first time waiting in line for a product release. I'm charging all three of my MacBook Pro batteries and packing my EVDO card, some salt water taffy, and a blanket to sit on. Anyone else done this type of thing before? What should I expect? What should I bring?
Sometimes, I really hate technology. It's typical in a relationship that when it ends, you divide things up. Silverware, furniture, even friends (although we didn't really have to do that, since he had his friends and I have mine). How do you split up the internet, though?

Regardless of how much you might try, if you both go on the internet and tend to frequent the same sites, chances are you're going to run into each other, either unintentionally (facebook profile updates) or because your curiosity was overwhelming and you wanted to see what he was up to (okcupid journal).

Logically, I know we weren't right for each other. I didn't so much dump him as we both realized it was over at about the same time. As a person, I don't even think I like him that much. We don't have anything in common. Our goals are so different (as in, I have goals, and he doesn't). Our personalities clashed. If not for my stubbornness, it probably would have been over a long time ago, but once I've sunk my teeth into something, I give it my all, hoping things might work out. This has been my demise in more than one relationship that should have ended early. When I'm actively trying to make a relationship work, I see ending the relationship as a personal failure. I know it's not, but it's hard to get out of that mindset.

I don't know if I really miss him all that much, but I do miss his presence. When he is around, I wish he'd leave. When he's gone, I wish he'd visit. I've never in my life felt so contrary. I keep reminding myself that living without roommates is a new thing for me. I've never lived on my own, at least, not for all that long. It really is a huge adjustment. Most of the time, I really like it. Other times, I turn on the TV just so it won't be so quiet.

Things are weird between us now. I'm friends with almost all of my exes. I don't know how I manage that, but it's true. I think he's uncertain of how to do this, and he's been acting strange. I'm the first person he's been with that lasted over 3 months; we were together a year. He's not really friends with many of his exes. Actually, I only know of one. I'm kind of wondering if it's worth it.