2016 — 27 March: Sunday

This time, as Sunday heaves into view1 it's starting to look as if the migration of 'molehole' to its new home is complete, and it's now "merely" a question of DNS changes wending their way into all the nooks and crannies (what is a cranny, I wonder?) of the Interweb. I gather that can take up to 72 hours — there are numerous nooks and crannies. There are also clearly a number of twists and turns on the Path to AWS Righteousness which Peter has navigated with considerable aplomb. I'm impressed.

Jungle clearances...

... have also been undertaken, with an impressive pile of bits of brambles now awaiting disposal, or the Heat Death of the Universe...

Last night's...

... evening entertainment was the somewhat gloomy 2008 film "The Last Word". It was moderately well-received, but tonight we may end up in a cinema showing of "Deadpool". Plans remain fluid.

And I now have a tiny script called "publish-aws" to fire off my "Publish to AWS" command very conveniently:

#!/bin/bash
aws s3 sync <path to my files locally> s3://<path to the AWS storage bucket>/

Heaven forbid...

.. that my atomic wonder clock could get it wrong, what with it being radio-controlled and all, but it's currently telling me that it's precisely 09:44 whereas my Linux PC insists it's 10:44 so what's a chap to conclude? Well, since "Cerys" is already going strong (and she generally only starts at 10:00 on a Sunday) I shall ignore the atoms.

As of 11:00 or so, the DNS updates have yet to make their worldwide presence felt. 'molehole' is (of course) now visible in its new "state" if the raw "AWS" URL is browsed, but the long-established "normal" URL (which will pop back into life sooner or later) will be unchanged. My email is back in business already. The only thing I seem to have lost, for now, is a way of examining my server logs in the new régime, and I don't doubt the AWS console can help me out there.

One oddity was picked up: the little colour bar along the top of every page was incorrectly referenced in my CSS (and has been for a decade or so!). AWS would have none of that; my new taskmaster is strict. I also now have (in the root directory) a single "catch all" error message file that you will see if you mis-type a 'molehole' URL or (more likely) if I do that with some maladroit publishing. It's a major improvement on my previous pitiful efforts in that area.

Peter's g/f and I...

... disagree in our assessment of Bo Jo. My own prejudices are nicely summed up here:

Throughout his life, Johnson has succeeded in British institutions that value the glib. The older he has got, the more institutions have dumbed down to accommodate him.
People who describe the Eton that Johnson attended as Britain's "top" school, don't quite understand it. Because it insists that Etonians must persuade their fellow pupils to elect them to school societies, rather than allow them to advance by merit, it is "top" at teaching the art of ingratiation above all else. As Jonathan Aitken cheerfully admitted, Eton produced so many politicians because: "You have to learn to oil. And at Eton you do learn."
Johnson certainly did.

Nick Cohen in Grauniad


But what do I know? Heck, I didn't even know that computer code is "speech" defensible on First amendment grounds, and that being forced to change it to comply with the Feds would be "forced labour" and blow a hole in the Fifth amendment. Good idea, sometimes, having a written constitution in the Land of the Free. (Link.)

Back from...

... a tasty Thai evening meal in Soton in time to observe that hereabouts, at least, the DNS changes have rippled past Technology Towers. Molehole is bedding down in its new home, I hope.

Sadly, the younger...

... set these days have no stamina. They now deem it "too late" to watch a film, as they need to set off. (It's 21:30 in "new, improved" BST, pitch black, cold, and pouring with rain.) Pity. I had in mind one of today's arrivals from Amazon:

Eureka BD and TV DVD

I can wait. "Eureka" is an under-rated Nic Roeg film; I seem to recall a spot of legal fuss at the time, on the basis of it being a story built around an unsolved murder case. I don't know the TV series, but am optimistic.

  

Footnote

1  And, in all probability, I forget the change to British Summer Time.