Shake, baby, shake, you know I can fit you in my arms

[venta]

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[lathany]

I pointed out that this was rather unfair. Especially since I had already done that. Twice. Indeed, I checked back through the logs and found the error, plus the evidence of my own restart, all appearing in exactly the same sequence as the ones at the tail of the file that showed him fixing it.

I know this happens. But it's still really disturbing.

[drdoug]

Argh. Sympathy. Happily I'm more often the one who shows up and does the restart/reboot that works after someone else less confident has done the same to no effect. Probably the effect of being among people who are mostly less geeky than I am. But it has happened the other way round. I hate getting superstitious about computers but my experience does make this seem a Thing.

[venta]

I try to avoid superstition, but when your local guru concludes "I think it just doesn't like you"...

[drdoug]

You know they can smell your fear?

[drdoug]

Oh, and Lush '500'. With which I am now earworms, ta for that.

[venta]

Will a kudo help?

If it's any consolation, I am also earworms!

[drdoug]

Ta for the kudo. I shall put it in my trophy cupboard with the other N. (I think N may be around 4 or 5, though shamefully I have not been keeping careful count.)

'I am earworms' is one of those rare autocorrect wins, I think.

[exspelunca]

Our mantra, in the long-ago days of Windows 95, Quark Xpress and Mentor Editorial Tracking System (don't EVER go there, and "virtual METS" launched on Windows 95 because the owners were too mean to upgrade to Windows 2000 was a nightmare in a class of its own) "they are all programmed to fight back". Nothing seems to have changed, does it?.

[waistcoatmark]

Blimey that's brave. I'd have insisted on setting up a new machine with 16.04, getting stuff working there, pointing over the DNS/whatever to point at the new machine and then retire the old machine.

Or at least some VM/container equivalent.

[exspelunca]

Sadly, sub editors had no control over budgets or that mysterious glass box in the old line-o-type room wherein dwelt "systems", who emerged when we yelled that it had fallen over ... again..