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Moving like the wind...
Aug. 27th, 2014 10:04 pm...and while "moving like the wind" may sound profound, it's not, really. I feel as if my motion has been determined by everything around me; all I provide is energy.
I have a burning need to get a fire well and truly lit under my butt so that I can come to a definite stopping point on Friday COB.
I need to make sure my old netbook (aka Buckley) is ready to go, if necessary, on the road. I just spent an interesting part of an evening trying to figure out why the system kernel decided to send about 12 GB of data out a network port. The evidence is not all in, but it may very well be the kind of network traffic that's all internal (at least, as far as I can tell using Process Explorer), but I'm still far from having any knowledge of what is talking to who and why.
It's late, and I need to be up and on the bounce tomorrow morning. Ciao!
I have a burning need to get a fire well and truly lit under my butt so that I can come to a definite stopping point on Friday COB.
I need to make sure my old netbook (aka Buckley) is ready to go, if necessary, on the road. I just spent an interesting part of an evening trying to figure out why the system kernel decided to send about 12 GB of data out a network port. The evidence is not all in, but it may very well be the kind of network traffic that's all internal (at least, as far as I can tell using Process Explorer), but I'm still far from having any knowledge of what is talking to who and why.
It's late, and I need to be up and on the bounce tomorrow morning. Ciao!
