• I vacate Ottawa. Which means: welcome back, TekSavvy.

    A long long time ago, in a galaxy far away, I gave Bell Canada (at the time called Sympatico) the middle finger. Their service sucked royally, every second or third month was a new conversation with the folks what lost my payments, and they just couldn’t seem to convince me not to drink. I still won’t touch Bell, but that’s largely now because the service I can get here–which I’d *love* to get here, by the way–is in fact not available where I’m running to. So it’s off to TekSavvy for a second go round, and the same service I can get through Bell–minus the supremely ridiculous bandwidth caps. TekSavvy said the magic word–for those keeping score, it’s “unlimited”, and Bell still can’t quite figure out where exactly Pembroke/Petawawa is on the map. So when I get myself settled, somebody goes back to DSL. Hey, it’s a downgrade, but it’s interwebs. And it’s unlimited. Even Rogers could learn a thing or three about that.

    Related: Are DSL routers still insanely cheap? Just in case the one I retired a year ago did, in fact, retire…

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  • And another WordPress convert is born. … Maybe?

    I’ve recently set May up with, uh, what we’ll call a playground of her own. Because, you know, being my girlfriend she should be entitled to *some* geekery every now and again. She’s wanted her own webspace for a bit, and needed a little extra support for at least one of her other ongoing–well, soon to be–projects, so why not do both? So we’ve set her up with a place on the net, and turned her loose with WordPress–also known as that which makes this thing break in all kinds of interesting ways when I’m not doing so. I have absolutely no idea what the hell this’ll do. But, hey, if it keeps her off Blogger, I’ve already accomplished my goal–not to have to perform save the content 2.0.

    Welcome to WordPress, May. Here’s hoping you get yourself used to it. In the meantime, if you break it, you get to keep both pieces.

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  • So I mentioned we moved servers.

    Here’s where I get geeky again. Sorry. Okay maybe not *sorry*, but uh… I’m something, anyway. So what did I go and break this month? Nothing that can’t be fixed with a tiny bit of vodka and a whole lot of miracle. I spent some time over at Iweb, with one of their smart servers. Good for the buck, but a tiny bit too much buck.

    It took some negotiating to get it to where we thought we’d do something useful with it. On that server, we somehow got away with 12 GB of RAM, 2 500 GB hard drives originally configured as RAID1 (yeah, that lasted not even 12 hours), and a halfway decent processor. That was good for about a year or so. But I started wondering. We host things for other people. Us, not the datacenter. the datacenter just charges us for the privelege. Something goes sideways, uh, hey genius? The folks what sometimes pay you can’t actually tell you something’s gone smash if your crap’s on the server that went smash. Now, okay, admitedly depending on what exactly went smash we’d already know, what with us being on the same server, but that still made not a whole lot of sense.

    So I grabbed WTN, all nearly 50 GB of WTN, and threw it at a server I picked up at end of last month through Interserver. Not as much bang in the processor or RAM department, but it makes up for it with diskspace. We get 2 GB of RAM with this one, a slightly better processor than Iweb, and 1.8 TB of disk for a fair bit less in the dollars department. I wouldn’t throw the entire drive full of hosted other people’s data over here–that’d probably kill the server on a busy day, but it works for the sites I’ve tossed over here. And the move gave me a bit of room to go bug squishing. Which, uh, reminds me–you might not have been quite so easily able to actually reach the site for a couple days last week. Oops. Upgrading software kind of broke a bit of PHP. Those bugs have been squished. I uh, think.

    so now, we have us what we call a sandbox. Where I can get moderately breaky smashy with and not have to much more than nuke a couple sites that don’t make money. Mind you, this may or may not be somewhat countered by backup, duplicate and recover skillz of madness. But quite potentially maybe. And this means at the very least, I’ll have more flexibility to write about how I very nearly broke, then fixed, then accidentally demolished the server. And see? No innocent customers were nuked in this experiment. We kind of save those for next time.

  • And it’s blog-a-long blogging, take 75.

    And once again, I very nearly forgot this site existed. I mean, aside from the fact it kind of also doubles as my email. And it’s been shifted around a bit to a new, less crowded and more spacious home. Okay so maybe it’s just updating this thing I keep forgetting to do. Oopsies. I should fix that. And probably mock something or other–I must be due for that eventually. Life needs to stop happening, then other things can happen.

    So about that. What’s been happening this time? Well, let’s see. Somewhere between now and the last time I remembered to update this thing, the following happened in no particular order.

    • I found several more jobs to apply for
    • Promptly got nowhere with any of them, but you’ll have that
    • Found out I had 5 days to find a roommate or lose this apartment
    • Found out I’d be losing this apartment
    • Ended up becoming remarkably less single
    • Somehow managed to stay about as sane as is normal for a me

    That is to say, it’s been fun. And remarkably short on geek. But I did learn a thing or two in my absense–namely, Bell Canada actually gets the art of static IP addresses! Who knew? Okay, so now that that bout of way too enthusiastic is out of the way, let’s see if I can go longer than 2 weeks before falling off the face of the earth again. Somebody really needs to kick me in the knees when I do that…

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  • As if I needed another excuse to feed my coffee adiction.

    I have enough excuses on my own, and can invent more on demand, for wandering over and grabbing me a cup or three of coffee. I don’t need to be told I’ll live longer, or that it may or may not prevent Alzheimer’s. Although, that right there is a very good way for me to maybe not need to think up my own excuses. Hey, less thinking? I’m all for that. And coffee. More coffee. Okay, so maybe I do need to be told. Now I have an excuse to be lazy.

  • The social insurance card is fired as of next year.

    If you have a social insurance number, which you must if you plan to do something as simple as, you know, work in Canada, you may find yourself surprised next year. In March, anyone in need of a new or replacement social insurance card will instead be sent a letter with their SIN number. Why? for your protection, says the government. The card, which the Service Canada’s website insists you should never have on you–in spite of the fact Service Canada employees usually ask to see it–is a good excuse for someone to walk off with your identity should it go missing. again, says the government. So now, rather than spend the money on printing and shipping the actual social insurance card, they’ll spend less money printing and shipping a letter to you that contains the same info. Which you’ll still need, most likely, to provide to folks like, you know, Service Canada to get pretty much anywhere. And, which folks will more than likely still carry on them simply because, hey, it’s asked for in situations. All for your protection, and to save a million and a half. Anyone else feel much safer after reading this?

  • Hey look, Ottawa can actually compete with Toronto on something!

    Nevermind that what they’re competing for is second place on the “most expensive city to rent” list. We can actually compete! Toronto still has the upper hand on us so far (we’re number 3), but we’ll handle those bastards. Just like Ottawa’s hockey team handled Toronto–oh wait. Nevermind. Neither city can touch Vancouver, which is either wicked awesome for us or wicked crappy for Vancouver, but when a tiny little closet with a bathroom (they call those bachelor pads) runs just about as much in 2011-2012 as my 1-bedroom started at in 2006, and the actual buildings themselves haven’t really changed a whole lot since then, somebody up in here has a problem or 5. But we’re competing with Toronto! Go Ottawa go!

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  • What’s in a name, anyway?

    Tyler Gold didn’t just want to be known as Tyler Gold. It doesn’t do much for name recognission, you know. And being a business man involved in a not really disclosed line of business (Kinda makes you wonder, eh?), name recognission is key. Right? Sure. We’ll run with that. A judge in York, Nebraska sure did. And he ran all the way to changing Tyler’s name, legally, to “Tyrannosaurus Rex Joseph Gold. Okay, so you’ve got the name recognission thing down pat. Awesome. congrats and whatnot. Now here’s a question. How in the 7 levels of hell are you gonna fit a name like that on your creditcard? You do sign those, don’t you? Yeah, inquiring minds and all that. Do explain, if ya please–Google’s got nothin’.

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  • Giving in to the Imperium Nova.

    I used to be heavy into RPg’s (role Playing Games) when I didn’t have much else to do. It was a medieval game first, called The eternal Struggle. I played and helped admin that game from about my last year of highschool to a fair bit after I ended up not doing so hot in college. There are a few entries up here on the topic–I didn’t do quite so well at this then, so they rather suck large by today’s standards. Well, except for the fact that I wrote more of them back then but you’ll have that. From there, I ran into a Star Trek themed RPG that I’ve been haunting also forever, called Star Trek: A Call To Duty–that game, as you might expect, is still going–albeit with not quite as much force as when I started playing. I’ve recently become less involved with that game as well, what with life deciding to pick up and get busy on me. but I’ve always kept an interest in roleplaying.

    Add to that, I’ve always–as in, long before my first experience with RP–had a kind of liking for the more strategy oriented games. You know the ones–games that actually require you plan things out, and not expect to be able to finish the game in half an hour. My first ever game of that variety is a game who’s name I can’t even remember, that I don’t think is even running anymore. But I eventually graduated to games like Warring Factions (yes, again with the science fiction aspect of things). Promptly got my ass smoked, but hey, have to start somewhere. That, and things like it, are responsible for the deaths of many late late hours my parents probably still wish I’d spent sleeping.

    So when I accidentally tripped over a game that has elements of science fiction, medieval stuffs, roleplay and strategy, I of course had to play with it just a little tiny bit. And then a little more. And then convert the roommate. It’s an interesting twist on a bunch of things I used to need separate games to do, depending on my mood. And, while I haven’t seen a whole lot of the actual rP just yet, what I’ve seen of it keeps me interested enough that when something comes up I can be involved in, I’ll probably waste many a late late hour doing that yet again.

    the game, if absolutely obliterating your weekend schedule interests you, is Imperium Nova. As said, it’s not the type of game you can be finished in half an hour–I’ve been at it for only a couple weeks, and I’ve not entirely yet gotten off the ground. But the setup is interesting, and with the exception of a few qwerks, it’s at least something to kill a lunch hour being distracted by. Which is probably exactly why someone should probably lock me out of that game if I should ever find a job. Fortunately the way things are looking that won’t be a concern for a while but that’s a whole new story. Or the same old one, if you’ve been reading. Check it out if you’re exceedingly bored. And if you decide to play, drop a comment or an email over this direction. Or maybe I’ll just run into you. It’s been known to happen.

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  • OC Transpo finally fixes itself. Sort of.

    A transit strike, and several moron drivers later, the city finally decided maybe the folks they have in place, or perhaps the system itself, just isn’t quite performing as advertised. repeatedly. And the same old story from the guy they had in charge of it previously was only managing to piss folks off more than the strike did–very impressive, considering that was quite the accomplishment in itself. So they’ve gotten around, after a little over 3 years, to a top down smackdown. New OC Transpo commissioner, new senior management, and I think I saw the odd new driver in my travels. I’m not sure exactly how much it’ll actually help, but hell, it can’t hurt. Now, if counsel will actually let this new staff do something, you know, useful. Yeah, I can dream. It’s perfectly somewhat healthy. We’ll know if it makes much difference teh next time their contracts implode…

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