High water marks

Built a GFS volume today with an actual capacity between 85 and 90TB. It’s part of the badass nature of this project that I honestly don’t care whether it was exactly 87.5TB, or whatever. 5TB? Who cares? It’s huge. Go find a bucket for the slop in my measurement. Can’t? Too big? That’s right, that’s because you suck.

Tomorrow, we activate the backup robot. The robotic handler of tapes. The thing without a name. The thing that God forgot. The thing that slings data like you sling compost … you … you … compost slinger.

When it begins, you will hear the sound of children screaming – as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows.

That’s exactly what it’s going to be like when we fire this machine up. Just like that.

Then (as if it wasn’t clear by now) we went to the bar. Bars. In Dupont Circle. To the Brickskeller (1,000+ beers on the menu). Then to a place where models from Maxim were cavorting … or sulking … or whatever they do while wearing tube socks with stripes on them. We played pool. Then, to the Russia House where Snow Queen vodka was consumed. Finally, to the Barking Dog to watch the US Women’s Beach Volleyball team DEMOLISH their Chinese overlords opponents.

There was some conversation about the Chinese team wearing hats that said, in English, “China” on the brim. I mean, seriously, if the olympics were in Chicago, do you think we’d wear the Chinese characters for “USA” on our hats? No, we would not.