I think I’ve gotten the forum back operational… minus the posts from the last month. My October backup failed, so I had to resort to my September backup. Sorry about that.
Anyway, it’s open for business again.
This is a rather convoluted tale, so sit tight as I walk you through it.
First off, our server hosts decided it was time to update all the software underpinnings keeping all their various websites running. Including ours. Which is cool, I’m glad they did, because some of the stuff was getting a bit out dated.
So when the day came for the software updates, I completely missed the email informing me of the action… Strike 3,412 for me. Of course that means I wasn’t able to let the squadron know the site was going to be down for an unknown amount of time, as databases and software were maneuvered around.
I started getting emails from various squadron members regarding the outage. As soon as they started arriving, I did a quick check and found the answer… the update I missed. But, it should be no problem, our hosts are pretty dang good at what they do. That is why I recently renewed our contract with them again, after all.
So a day or two goes by, and the squadron’s forum still isn’t operating. The WordPress front end is, but not the forum. Seems hinky, but okay… I can handle this. I wake up early and start delving into my database backups to upload, only to find my own internet connection has now decided that it’s traveled back in time to 1992 and is barely uploading at 2400 baud. I run out of time on this early morning exercise and have to get into work, so I leave everything up on my computer and disgustedly go into work. This is Thursday morning.
At about 10:00 am central time I am becoming aware that something is not right in this old man’s guts. By 10:15 I am in pain. I head back to my home terminal, offload empties and strap everything remaining in place, then run my truck to the shop where it’s scheduled for it’s annual DoT (Department of Transportation) inspection. I get a ride back to the terminal, eyes watering… I punch out and go home, thinking I am bound up in some bad way, blaming a bunch of new cheeses my daughter had me try the night before. I take a liberal dose of Advil followed by a large gulp from the Milk of Magnesia bottle, and wait for it do it’s work. A couple agonizing hours later, I am rewarded with … very little. And still have the pain. What the hell??
Friday morning comes after a nearly sleepless night. I text my boss, letting him know I’m not going to be coming in. My wife graciously agrees to drive me to the urgent care place for a checkup. As we’re going there, I realize that I’m not feeling as bad as I was… Whatever it is, must be getting slowly better. My wife disagrees, and we’re already half way there. Okay, fine. I hate doctors, but let’s see what’s going on.
Check in, do the paperwork, pay my co-pay. A few questions later, pee in a cup and offer my arm to the first of many needles, this one simply for a blood draw. Twenty minutes later, white blood cell count is very high. Doc says… maybe appendix. CT scan today. Wait, what? Today? Yes. Go to the hospital, check in at (a certain desk.) Checked in, drop trow and get poked with a spatula and some really smelly stuff goes in my veins. I get shuttled in and out of the giant donut, then re-dress and go wait. Half an hour later, the doc calls me, tells me my room number, go there. Wait… Room number? How about checking in, and what the hell is going on? He tells me CT scan confirmed I have appendicitus, and that my infected appendix is coming out today.
Holy hell… today?
And he wasn’t joking. By two in the afternoon I was wearing one of those funny backless gowns (which makes no sense, they need the front open, right?) … and lying on a gurney getting pushed down the hallway to the operating room. My wife and daughter are standing there wide-eyed… Then an oddly handsome young man puts a syringe into the I.V. doo-dad in my arm, and everything goes black.
I wake up back in my room, and don’t feel a damn thing… other than hungry. The last thing I was allowed to eat or drink was before we left the house. I hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet. They tell me I can eat, so I order up some food from this extremely expensive hotel, wolf it down. And promptly throw it back up. Okay, maybe later for that. Hugs all around, I survived, my tummy now only hurts in the three places where they poked the knives through for the … something-scopic operation. My belly button will never be the same. But my guts feel much better.
Saturday, I get to go home. Amazingly enough I still have taken anything other than some Tylenol for the incision pain… Until I get home. Then it doesn’t take long before the ache sets in. Take one of their magic little oxycodone pills, and the edge of pain is brushed back enough for me to sit down at my computer. And see the mess of this non-functioning forum still staring me in the face.
I try to do some backup-restore functions, but for whatever reason it’s not working correctly. Since it looks like I’ll be off work for a solid month, I will probably have time to get our hosts to install one of their recovery database backups. My efforts have failed.
So… that is where I’m at with the forum and the site and my now appendix-less self.
Just a head’s-up to let folks know the WW forums will be going offline for a bit while some required maintenance is being performed. This is a full update of our forum’s software. Should be completed fairly quickly, but posting this here in case something goes amiss with the process.
So much for the idea of making sure things are updated… I’ve installed the latest update for the calendar app, but it’s broken. Still sort of appears over there to the right, but it’s not appearing as it should.
I really don’t want to remove it -yet- but it looks like I may need to. Out of time to fix it now, already late for work.
Announcing a shake-up of the WW Staff, with WWTharn retiring as Commander (and going back to being an active member/pilot.) The new Staff is as follows:
Commanding Officer: WWSpardog
Executive Officer: WWGeezer
Recruiting Officer: WWPierre
Training Officer: WWLily
Administration Officer: WWSandMan
Merit Officer: WWDubya
Congratulations to the new Command and Staff members!
Just a quick thank-you for stopping by to visit the Wing Walkers. We hope you’re having a safe, warm and happy holiday season. Merry Christmas, Happy Hannakah, and best wishes to all for the coming New Year. 😀
Just a quick blurb to let you know the gallery is currently down. I’m looking at the “why’s” and the “how to fix this shit!” postings.
Those who got a kick out of seeing where in the world our site’s visitors were from will no longer have that bit of fun. At least not for a while. I’ve been getting a bunch of emails and text messages from folks complaining that visiting our site sets off their anti-malware alarms.
My message to all those people freaking out over this: Relax. It’s a false positive.
Just to ensure folks are not troubled by the constant alarm messages I’ve removed the visitor globe app code from our site, and submitted it’s remote file address for scrutiny to three separate anti-malware scanners (Avast, GRC and Panda.)
Because the visitor globe thingie was in the footer area, it loaded on every page view. Which meant that folks’ anti-malware alarm was going bonkers at every page view as well. I’ll agree that can be rather disconcerting…
From a posting by WWSpardog on the WW forums:
Borrowed from my buddy David “Pedro” Berrio … without his permission.
For the WWII generation, this will bring back memories. For you younger folks, it’s a bit of trivia that is a part of our American history. Anyone born in the teens, twenties, and mid-thirties, is familiar with Kilroy. We didn’t know why, but we had lapel pins with his nose hanging over the label and the top of his face above his nose with his hands hanging over the label. No one knew why he was so well known, but we all joined in!
In 1946 the American Transit Association, through its radio program, “Speak to America ,” sponsored a nationwide contest to find the real Kilroy, offering a prize of a real trolley car to the person who could prove himself to be the genuine article. Almost 40 men stepped forward to make that claim, but only James Kilroy from Halifax, Massachusetts, had evidence of his identity.
Kilroy was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war who worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy . His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. Riveters were on piecework and got paid by the rivet. He would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn’t be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would erase the mark. Later on, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters.
One day Kilroy’s boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then he realized what had been going on. The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn’t lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his checkmark on each job he inspected, but added KILROY WAS HERE in king-sized letters next to the check, and eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence and that became part of the Kilroy message.
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.
Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With the war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn’t time to paint them. As a result, Kilroy’s inspection “trademark” was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced.
His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over Europe and the South Pacific. Before war’s end, “Kilroy” had been here, there, and everywhere on the long hauls to Berlin and Tokyo.
To the troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that someone named Kilroy had “been there first.” As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always “already been” wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable (it is said to be atop Mt. Everest , the Statue of Liberty, the underside of l’Arc De Triomphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon.
As the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably,
were the first GI’s there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo!
In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference. Its’ first occupant was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), “Who is Kilroy?”
To help prove his authenticity in 1946, James Kilroy brought along officials from the shipyard and some of the riveters. He won the trolley car, which he gave to his nine children as a Christmas gift and set it up as a playhouse in the Kilroy front yard in Halifax, Massachusetts .
So, now you know!
Received this note from our web server hosts, posting in case it turns out to be an issue for any of our regular visitors:
Hello, In an ongoing effort to provide the highest quality service, we will be performing network maintenance on July 18th, 2013 10PM - 4AM PST. During this maintenance window we will be upgrading the networking equipment associated with the server that is hosting your account. We do expect brief periods of packet loss and latency while Ethernet connections are transitioned to the new switch. No servers will be powered off during the process, but we are planning for a service disruption of up to 10 minutes while the new hardware is deployed. We apologize for the inconvenience but we are very excited about the improvements this will mean for our customers. Thank you for your patience during this time and we will work as quickly as possible to minimize any disruption. If you have any questions, please contact email@example.com. Thank you, Lunarpages System Administrator Team