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-- First Seen: 2011-04-11
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The Curse of the Broken Database
Another Monday morning, and another crash of the AWS database that drives our web site story content (and news). This makes the 3rd time this has happened since moving the web site to AWS. We are continuing to work on a solution. Hopefully, it won't be to move to yet another service provider. We'll see. Thanks to our intrepid readers who brought the problem to our attention.
Well that sucked...
Sometime early this morning, 10/9/2013, the cloud service we run the Big Head Press web site and email service on went down unexpectedly. We have not been told what caused the outage yet. The web site is functioning again, serving today's Quantum Vibe update. Though email is not functional at at this time, we hope it will be back soon. Look for us on facebook for further updates or to send us a message.
Update: All systems seem to be working again. Email is getting caught up now. We thank everyone for their patience this morning and will keep looking for ways to make the site less vulnerable to single points of failure problems.
The Transcript For This Page
At the Dispatcher's office. Seamus is standing outside the window, leaning on his cane. Wayne can be seen in the background, with his valets at his elbows, apparently in some kind of tel convo (hand to side of head as if holding a mobile phone).
Seamus: Anything yet?
Dispatcher: Still no signal, but if the ship makes it out 5 million klicks, our sensors will see it.
Closer two-shot of Seamus and the Dispatcher. The Dispatcher is a bit less gruff than he was before.
Seamus: Regrettably, I failed to foresee this situation and did not set up equipment to detect an 8-meter craft boosting away from the Sun.
Dispatcher: Yeah, well, nobody's perfect, Doctor.
Another 2-shot of Seamus and the Dispatcher, different angle. Seamus looks pained.
Seamus: Augh, no.
Dispatcher: What's wrong?
Medium close-up on Seamus, looking serious.
Seamus: Sir, if you want to be formal, address me as 'Dr. O Murchadha.' If you want to be informal, address me as 'Seamus.'
Seamus: But please don't call me 'Doctor.' I'm a person, not a title.
Wayne has now walked up to the window with Seamus and the Dispatcher. Wayne is smirking, Seamus rolls his eyes. Dispatcher tries to pretend he's not listening.
Wayne: You may also call him 'Lord of All Space and Time' but 'Seamus' is shorter.
Seamus: I'm sure they think you're quite the witty fellow on Terra.
Two-shot of Wayne and Seamus, Wayne leaning into Seamus like Bugs Bunny tweaking Elmer Fudd.
Wayne: Oh, I killed at the Comedy Palace.
Seamus: No doubt they slipped on your oil slick and cracked their skulls.
Wayne and Seamus are interrupted by the Dispatcher, who has one hand to his ear and is waving at them with one of the others.
Dispatcher: Pipe down, you clowns!
Dispatcher: I think I'm picking up a signal.
Medium close-up on the Dispatcher – still holding one hand to his ear, peering intently at his monitor screen.
Voice (filtered): (unintelligible) out of (unintelligible) northern pole, on trajectory to Mercury. Helios Base, do you copy?