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She’s Almost 5 Years Old, People

Last night my daughter informed me our oldest had hurt her, by “being mean” and specifically by not letting her sit in a chair that he was using as a foot rest. I asked her “What do you think his punishment should be?”

She goes “Umm… we can punch him?”

I say “No, honey. We don’t punch people, that’s not okay.” Then thinking about recent events, I added “Unless they are Nazis.”

My daughter smiles and seems to understand, and she says “OK.” After a few more moments, she then says. “So I can punch [big brother], because he’s a Not See?”

VLAN Down By The River

Sung to the tune “Rolling on the River” by Creedence Clearwater Revival.
Lyrics originally written by Brian McDonald

Bet a good job is a Net Admin
Workin’ for the WAN ev’ry night and day
And I never lost one packet of a frame’
Worryin’ ’bout how the load balance been

Big switch keep on addressin
‘Proud Core keep on routin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN

Cleaned a lot of routes in Memphis
Pumped a lot of NAT down in New Orleans
But I never saw the good side of a HASH
‘Til I hitched a ride on a VLAN queen

Big switch keep on addressin’
Proud Core keep on routin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN

If you come down to the dat center
Bet you gonna find some PORTS who’re live
You don’t have to worry ’cause you have if you got no CAT
People in the data center are happy to give

Big switch keep on addressin’
Proud Core keep on routin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the VLAN

The Pregnant Dear Scenario

In a forest, a pregnant deer is about to give birth. She finds a remote grass field near a strong-flowing river. This seems a safe place. Suddenly labour pains begin.

At the same moment, dark clouds gather around above and lightning starts a forest fire. She looks to her left and sees a hunter with his bow extended pointing at her. To her right, she spots a hungry lion approaching her.

What can the pregnant deer do? She is in labour! She is constrained by the fire on the one side, and the flowing river on the other, boxed in by her natural predators.

What does she do? She focuses on giving birth to a new life.

The sequence of events that follows are:

– Lightning strikes and blinds the hunter.

– He releases the arrow which zips past the deer and strikes the hungry lion.

– It starts to rain heavily, and the forest fire is slowly doused by the rain.

– The deer gives birth to a healthy fawn.

In our life too, there are moments of choice when we are confronted on all sides with calamities.

Maybe we can learn from the deer. The priority of the deer, in that given moment, was simply to give birth to a baby. The rest was not in her hands, and any action or reaction that changed her focus would have likely resulted in death or disaster.

“Every moment is a moment of choice.  Every hour is an hour of Destiny.”

(Stolen from a bunch of places, none of which credited the original author if in fact there was one.  If you know the author, feel free to share).

Worldbuilding

So a few years ago for NaNoWriMo I decided to do a fiction story that involved spaceships. This mostly started as something of a joke because my husband plays a lot of those “Pew pew, fuck I drove into the sun again” games.  I’d never really read SciFi involving spaceships, unless you want to include Star Wars in that.

It was a little intimidating, but I finished the month with 50,000-some words and a short story about some people in space.  Now, I’m sure it’s a lot more “Fiction” than “Science”, but in it’s rough form it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever written.

So I got the idea in my head that I’d start another project and have it take place in this same kind of “World”.  A sequel, perhaps chronologically, but with a new group of characters and a new plot that really isn’t super tied in to the other story.

I’m still in the early stages of trying to build up this world and I find myself struggling between making things really simple and going so far over the top with elaboration that I’m sure it’ll read like something out of the Old Testament when I’m naming off this crew and how they all know each other.  I find myself trying to find the happy medium.

Do we belief that a story taking place on a ship could focus on five or so main characters?  Do I really need to name 30-some crew members to make it sound realistic that there’s this ship hurtling through space on some kind of a doomed mission?  While there’s a bit of a twist there, I still run into the fact that there will need to be a spreadsheet practically to keep all these people straight.  (Sorry, no spoilers, you’ll just have to wait and read it and be disappointed at the reveal and write me angry “Is that all?” comments once it’s written.)

Now, I use Scrivener and I feel I probably underutilized it and the things it can do most the time.  So this will be a real learning experience as I try to maximize the organization.  It’d be a shame if Lead electrical engineer Stacy turned into Lead Electrical engineer Klaus by the end of it.