So as my chumlies larged it at the Glastonbury Festival I find myself imersed in a domino 5-6 upgrade, involving DOLS users and the granite city of Aberdeen.
All goes swimingly until we hit a network glitch just before we are about to leave site. It is someone else's issue of course; midweek fidling with the firewall router has caused all manner of spooky weirdness. Further smoking guns emerge; why has the server got a host file? Was it Miss Scarlett with the service pack in the conservatory; or perhaps Moriarty re-running the firewall rules because he thought it might help. It all beats the Sugar Ray Leonards out of me I can tell you. Thankfully we had the Zorro of Aberdeen to help us.
The annoying part of course is that getting involved in upgrades loosely violates the
Spuggy golden rules of computing:
1. Never have anyting to do with the backup.
2. Never have anyting to do with the payroll.
Thing is, I don't like administration y'see. It's because I like to create things, not twiddle with someone elses Lego.
I'm a designer, an artist, a dreamaker; a rider on the edge of dawn who takes no prisoners.