Now it can be told.
I took one of those cute surveys over at Slashdot. It occured to me that I may have lied to myself. The question is whether I was lying then or now. Either way, there's at least one lie here, mitigated by this admission.
I crashed Apache.
Apache was, in its day one of the largest file servers in existence. It was one of three Tridents we had in Xerox Centre. I was doing a typical incremental backup, shifting packs and other tape ape duties. As I started spinning up the pack, I heard ticking sounds, a high pitched scratch and then something that can best be described as the sound of a small piece of aluminum banging around in a 3600 rpm clothes dryer. Then the smell filled the room and the sickening feeling of dread filled my gut. Disk Crash!
I took responsibility. Or not. I don't recall specifically, but I didn't get whacked, or demoted or anything. I used the actuator arm for a keychain. Rite of datacenter passage.
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