Daily Archives: November 9, 2014
I’m Wildly Popular . . .
At least with Hackers in Eastern Europe!
Our frack has pretty much wrapped up with the last of the equipment going out this afternoon. At the same time, the flow-back equipment was coming in, which made for some interesting standoffs in traffic.
Flow-back is basically the removal of fracking fluids, mostly water, from a well after it has been fracked, and prior to being put into production. Because this fluid all has to be trucked out by tanker, this means we’re still doing 7-8 log pages a day, i.e 180 vehicles in, and of course, out.
Here is a short article about a Flow-Back Supervisor.
Several readers had asked about our ‘Alaska’ coats that we wear at night when it’s 30-40 degrees here on the gate. Here’s what ours looks like.
I forgot to mention the other day that, in addition to being water-proof, fleece-lined, insulated, and hooded, it’s also reversible, and the hood zips off. And they’re machine washable too.
As it turns out, they’re available on Amazon, and for less than the price of $35 we paid 6 years ago.
Scuba Dive Flag Adult Reversible Fleece / Water Resistant Jacket
Although this has the scuba dive flag on it, it’s exactly the same jacket, and very warm. Just tell everyone you’re a diver, and talk about your latest trip to Cozumel.
I’m apparently very popular with Eastern European hackers. At least that’s the only reason I can figure for the fact that they keep trying to break into this blog site.
I get these warning emails 10-15 times a day.
2 failed login attempts (1 lockout(s)) from IP: 196.37.52.130
Last user attempted: admin
IP was blocked for 240 minutes
When they get two of these from same IP address, they’re then locked out for 48 hours. In this case, they’re not even using the right user name. And my password is just 15 characters of random garbage, i.e. f$B(*^Dg24, so they’re never going to guess it. But they’re using 100’s of different IP address so they can keep trying.
What I can’t figure out is why they want into the blog. It’s not like I have any credit card number s or anything. So what do they want?
I’ve become convinced that there’s some kind of ‘Bee Dispatch System’. O r maybe an ‘Insect Dispatch’ one in general. I first became convinced of this on a gate a couple of years ago when we had an infestation of flies for a couple of weeks.
For the last few days, we’ve had a couple of ‘sweat bees’ flying around here, getting in our face, and just being a general annoyance. In fact it was a sweat bee that I bit into in my drink the other day.
So what I want to know is why, like today, that we can have two sweat bees flying around all afternoon. Just two. Then, finally, I manage to kill them both. And believe me, sweat bees aren’t easy to kill, Unlike flies, sweat bees don’t land very often, and if they do, not for long. So you mostly have to swat them out of the air, like hitting a zig-zagging tennis ball. So finally I kill them both . . . and 10 minutes later I’ve got two more.
Where did they come from? How did they know there was an opening for two sweat bees, a vacancy, so to speak?
I spent the rest of the afternoon killing two sweat bees at a time, until finally, the last time, only one showed up. And after him, no more.
I guess I had exhausted the sweat bee supply. Or maybe no more bees would take the assignment from Bee Dispatch.
“OK, all you bees listen up. We’ve got an opening in sector K4 for two sweat bees. No bumbles or honeys needed. Numbers 4,124,243 and 4,124, 244, we need you to move out immediately.”
“Geez, Sarge, that’s the 4th ‘opening’ today. That’s a suicide mission. Can’t you get somebody else? Me and 4,124, 244 here, ‘Bob’ as I call him, we’re the last of our family.
“What can I say? It’s been a rough week. No more excuses. Move out.”
“But Sarge, Bob here has a wife and kids.”
“Whatta mean? You’re a drone. You can’t have kids. Actually, not sure if you can have a wife either.”
“It’s a common-bee marriage, and anyway, we’re thinking of adopting. Got our eyes, all 10 of them, on a nice little worker bee.”
“Shut up and move it. And remember the hive motto. ‘Come back with your wings, or on them
I’m sorry. It’s lonely at night on the gate.
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Thought for the Day:
“We don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.” – Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962
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