The Taleswappers’ Porch

Today is the fourth Friday of July, which Boing Boing reminds me is System Administrator Appreciation Day. Our sysadmin at Taleswappers, terabithianking, has generously donated the domain name and server space to us, and also keeps an eagle eye on blog activity and statistics. Even though we’ve only been around a few weeks, I thought I’d post a sysadmin story to say thanks. Thank you, your majesty!

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Shawn looked at the clock in his task bar and said a bad word. It was 2:37 in the morning, and he’d been at his desk since 6:00, well, yesterday morning. It had been a bad day. And night. His task was supposed to be a simple upgrade, the kind he had done hundreds of times before, in this very office. But today - yesterday? - everything had gone wrong, and in the strangest of ways.

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Summer had come, and Farmer Jack was hard at work in his fields. The hay was ready, and it was Farmer Jack’s job to drive the hay baler to make big round bales of hay. He drove the baler all over his farm, acres and acres. Behind it, the baler left huge round bales of hay, all ready to be stored safely in the barn for the horses and cows and sheep to eat during the long, cold winter. Then Farmer Jack put away the hay baler, fed all his animals, and went inside for supper with Mrs. Farmer Jack. The sun set over the fields, casting a red glow over the round hay bales scattered across the fields. As the moon rose, the lights went out inside Farmer Jack’s house, one by one. All was dark and quiet.

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