Fibre Optic Spaghetti

At least now I know why there’s no cable internet anymore. It’s been about 30 hours since it went down, and I’ve got an actual answer. It seems that Transco are responsible. They’ve been digging up the main road about 500 yards away to lay new gas mains. In the process, they’ve cut into a bundle of fibre optics and killed Internet and Cable TV for the area. The trench in the road is spewing precious data and there’s no way to harvest it. Telewest also have zero idea how to resolve the issue, or at least, how to resolve the issue tonight.

Bollocks.

At least I’m reading my books. It can’t all be bad.

No Carrier

Some days, everything works, right off the bat. You wake up, roll out of bed to your desk, fire up an SSH session, and you’re at work in a matter of seconds. Except today. Today, SSH didn’t work. “Remote host not found.” Odd. Restart the cable modem, try again. “Remote host not found.”

OK, new method. Fire up the cell phone. Connect via GPRS. SSH in, ‚”Remote host not found.”

Today is not going to go well. The sky is dark, and there’s ice on the roads. My toast got burnt, and I couldn’t find my fucking glasses. But this was just the start. Yesterday, around 9.30 am, Eclipse UK, a major UK ADSL provider, started to experience glitches. Disconnects, the odd DNS glitch. They spent the day up and down. The odd irate call from clients, but nothing a power cycle on the router didn’t fix. As such, I went to bed not worried about it.

And this morning, it’s all gone to shit. Eclipse put the problem as a “platform failure‚” and say that the issue is fixable with just a router restart. But it’s not true. Four times, Eclipse have issued press releases saying the issue was under control. It’s not. All restarting the router achieves is pushes any one connection to a different part of Cloud and Colossus - if you’re lucky, you’ll get a slot, connect, and then all you’ve got to worry about is fucked DNS. Because don’t forget, the DNS shat itself, too. Joy of joys.

It’s now been almost 36 hours since the fucking platform went down. You’d expect that in a few hours, you could rollback software changed. You can rebuild configurations. You’d have redundant hardware. Hell, you could replace most of the racks in that time. But no. No one has a fucking clue there. The support number is just on voicemail. My direct dial numbers are answering to total utter silence. Wait a minute on the line, it hangs up. Faxes go un-answered. It’s not a power issue, either. They’ve got diesel backup. The offices haven’t burned down. The staff are there, they’ve been seen in and out of the building. The dial-up accounts still work. But ADSL is dead. DNS works for dial-up but not on anything else.

In the time wasted on this fucking adventure, I could have re-written the DNS and MX settings for my clients, have them propagate, and sent them elsewhere for at least things like email. Did I mention the spam? Thousands of mis-delivered messages. One site gets on average, a hundred a day. Right now, it’s getting 2,400 mis-delivered messages each minute. We’ve left it running, and we’re taking bets on what happens first; the 120Gb HD filling up, or Outlook shitting itself.

So much time wasted. So much stress, so much anger. It’s fucking plain that no one there has any fucking clue what the fuck is going on. They have no idea how to fix whatever the issue is. They may as well just rip the ATM core to fucking pieces, piss on it, and build a new one. There is nothing left to do. Right now, I’m still getting irate calls from people bitching about lack of email. I’m just going to turn my phone off and forward everything to Eclipse’ support number. I’m that fucked off.

And wait, there’s more! At home there is no ADSL, it’s a cable connection. This morning, it went down for about 20 minutes for a service upgrade. It came back, twice as fast. I go out, deal with fucking morons and then come back to the receive and status lights on the modem blinking at me. A phone call later, and Telewest kindly inform me that the upgrade to the network has gone tits up. The connectivity in the area is screwed for an undetermined length of time. Great. No ADSL. No cable. I need to send a fucking email. Connect via GPRS. The phone won’t keep a connection for more than 30 seconds.

I’ve fucking had it. Lord only knows when this gets posted. Right now, I don’t even fucking care anymore. Fuck this shit. I’m leaving

From the mouths of Babes

Sarah has just uttered the greatest line I’ve ever heard. So much so, I laughed out loud for a solid thirty seconds. You ready for it?

> toooothpaste in my haaaaair

Confessions of an Assassin

[12:43am] [Asshat] There’s a reason that I keep an unregistered revolver with the handle and trigger covered in tape, in my dwelling.
[12:43am] [Asshat] I intend to, if there’s ever any doubt, plant the weapon in the hand of whomever I shoot.
[12:44am] ¬FirstGuy logs
[12:44am] [SecondGuy] Asshat, that will never work.
[12:44am] [Asshat] Sure it will.
[12:44am] [Asshat] It’s my word versus a dead man’s.
[12:45am] [Asshat] The only qualm I have with killing people, is getting caught and doing time for it.

Meanwhile, In AIM, a voice of reason:

[12:45am] [M] guy needs to stop watching assassin movies.

And people wonder why I weep for mankind.

Are you happy now…

A few hours ago, it dawned on me.

I never loved her.

And while it’s a bit of a shock, it’s a pleasant one. It’s a release. And, to be blunt, a relief. I’m not bitter, mind. Just honest. There were good times, there were bad times. Times when we ran through the street laughing in the dead of night because we were just happy to be alive. And the times we’d sit on the end of a phone to each other, staring daggers at the other over the wire.

All I’ve got left to say is I hope you’re happy. And I mean that with not an ounce of malice in my voice. Richard Shindell had it right. All I want to know is, are you happy. I certainly hope he was worth leaving me for. It’d suck if he wasn’t. But since you’ve been gone, I’ve met so many people who’ve inspired me in ways that you couldn’t dream of. I’ve met people who I’ll treasure for the rest of my life. We both knew we’d grow apart, and grow older. I’ve grown up, I hope you have, too. And the tape you sent back? I lit it, and let it burn to ash in a can in the garden.


Though I know it’s hard to tell
I hope that what’s-his-name treats you well
I still maintain that he’s a bum
But it’s your money - have some fun

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