Datacentres, Bathyspheres, and Exploding T-Rex’s
Monday, April 21st, 2008I had one of those dreams on the weekend. One where you are trying to rearrange items to fit into a space and no matter how hard you try, it never works. Not a very restful sleep.
In my case, I had a room in a datacentre. My own room, not a cage even. This had solid walls.
In the room were several rows of server racks. Fairly standard looking kit. I was trying to arrange a bunch of spares in cardboard boxes in such a way that they wouldn’t topple over, block airflow, etc. Nevermind that you are not supposed to keep flammable materials in the datacentre (something our colocation provider for work constantly reminds us of, but we have no onsite storage….)
The juggling and rearranging act was hampered further by the rectangular room not actually being fully rectangular. There was an unusable piece at one of the narrow ends due to a wire cage that was placed smack in the middle of that wall. With no way in (no door). Not even over the top or via the raised floor underneath.
It was most frustrating. If I could only get access to that extra bit of space I could maybe solve my spatial geometry problem.
Around that time for some reason we were starting to replace the regular 19″ racks with bathyspheres.
That made fitting everything into the racks/bathyspheres and the tottering towers of spares around them even more frustrating.
It was like I was the variety show guy with the dozens of spinning plates
on sticks and I wasn’t getting to each of the about-to-fall towers of spares in time to steady them or shift some boxes from the middle of them jenga-style.
Eventually something bad was going to happen.
Oh no, it’s the exploding T-Rex. Again. Everyone get down!

Yes I actually said that in my dream. I vaguely remember that there was an exploding T-Rex in an earlier dream, before the datacentre episode. The T-Rex exploded and turned into volcanic ash at the same time, blowing all over.
This time was just the same, except now the ash was being sucked into all the servers.
Except for the ones which were safe in their good-to-20-thousand-fathoms bathyspheres.
I think I’m due for a vacation or something . . .
