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-- First Seen: 2011-05-02
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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
We are in a medium-sized private room, looking up from a position a bit less than a meter above the floor. We can see Captain Chang, looking down at us expectantly, with a soft smile.
Chang: Other than that, Sv Turner, how did you like the show?
Swing around and pull back to reveal the whole scene. Chang is standing beside a bed on which Ed is resting. Bedsheets are pulled up to his chest, he's wearing a soft cotton shirt. A couple of tubes are running from under those sheets to some sort of high-tech device, about the size of a loaf of bread, resting on a shelf built into the bed's headboard. Ed is smiling. The bed is adjustable, like a hospital bed, but otherwise the room looks like an ordinary bedroom.
Chang: I'm really sorry she shot you, Ed.
Ed: No problem, Pardner. It was only a flesh wound.
Medium shot of Chang, looking pained and regretful.
Chang: She drilled you through the heart, Ed. You died.
Medium shot of Ed, smiling sardonically.
Ed: Yeah, but it didn't take.
Ed: They slapped me in the emergency autodoc with time to spare.