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Jan. 8th, 2006 10:45 pmI decommissioned Weasel, my server of four or five years, today. I used my time spent sick at home today to finish up the transfer of the last remaining production app, my email server, over to Alphawolf, Weasel's replacement.
In an incredibly dorky way, I'm kind of sad. Weasel was a gift from one of my dad's theatre friends, Ray, who one fateful day told me that he had a server lying around he wasn't using and had heard I was interested in setting one up. With practically unchanged hardware and software (apart from the addition of a USB card a year and a half ago), Weasel has been serving up web content and speaking SMTP to the world since before I met Andrea. Back when I was living in the middle room of the upstairs of my parents house, it was even sitting on top of the same little computer desk that it's now residing under.
Weasel will still be hanging around as a test-bed and backup server. I'm going to copy the contents of my mail server's stores and the whole root of my website over to it once a week to keep it updated in case of failure of the primary server.
Weasel was a Pentium Pro 200Mhz machine running, at different points, Windows 2000 Pro and Windows 2000 Advanced Server (a brief-lived experiment that showed me I didn't have the horsepower for that OS) on a paltry 72 megabytes of RAM. What a workhorse!
Weasel's replacement is a Pentium III Xeon machine running at 1GHz (dual capable for when I have a little more money) with a whopping 512MB. It's been in my possession for over a year now and I've finally had the time to finish up with it. It's running Windows 2003 Enterprise Server and will give me the chance to experiment with running my own NT domain (two of my other computers have already joined stormdog.dog), the ability to test active directory without worries of crashing anything too important, the opportunity to set up a VPN server (already in test stage), and many other things that Weasel just didn't have the horsepower for.
Thanks you for your years of service Weasel; you performed above and beyond.
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I know, I know: I just wrote a eulogy for a computer. If there was any doubt in my mind about being a raging dork of mammoth proportions, I think that sinks it, don't you?
In an incredibly dorky way, I'm kind of sad. Weasel was a gift from one of my dad's theatre friends, Ray, who one fateful day told me that he had a server lying around he wasn't using and had heard I was interested in setting one up. With practically unchanged hardware and software (apart from the addition of a USB card a year and a half ago), Weasel has been serving up web content and speaking SMTP to the world since before I met Andrea. Back when I was living in the middle room of the upstairs of my parents house, it was even sitting on top of the same little computer desk that it's now residing under.
Weasel will still be hanging around as a test-bed and backup server. I'm going to copy the contents of my mail server's stores and the whole root of my website over to it once a week to keep it updated in case of failure of the primary server.
Weasel was a Pentium Pro 200Mhz machine running, at different points, Windows 2000 Pro and Windows 2000 Advanced Server (a brief-lived experiment that showed me I didn't have the horsepower for that OS) on a paltry 72 megabytes of RAM. What a workhorse!
Weasel's replacement is a Pentium III Xeon machine running at 1GHz (dual capable for when I have a little more money) with a whopping 512MB. It's been in my possession for over a year now and I've finally had the time to finish up with it. It's running Windows 2003 Enterprise Server and will give me the chance to experiment with running my own NT domain (two of my other computers have already joined stormdog.dog), the ability to test active directory without worries of crashing anything too important, the opportunity to set up a VPN server (already in test stage), and many other things that Weasel just didn't have the horsepower for.
Thanks you for your years of service Weasel; you performed above and beyond.
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I know, I know: I just wrote a eulogy for a computer. If there was any doubt in my mind about being a raging dork of mammoth proportions, I think that sinks it, don't you?