Comment. (H/t to the unrepeatable classic post by IIRC Doug Henley called simply “Blog post”, which ran up a thousand generic comments before it ran out of steam.)
Speaking of the Mysterious Ways of the Interwebs, does anyone have any idea why I never seem to be able to connect to crookedtimber.org from work, or even (if I recall correctly) from a different ISP at home?
And at work, one computer will never connect to realestate.com.au, but another one on the same office wireless network, will.
Speaking of the Mysterious Ways of the Interwebs, does anyone have any idea why I never seem to be able to connect to crookedtimber.org from work, or even (if I recall correctly) from a different ISP at home?
I have a clue, but the technical reasons for why it might work are lengthy and complex.
Solution worth trying: type in your address, and after it fails promptly try again [reload the page.] There’s a particular failure mode that this will work past.
[this works because DNS lookups — the phonebook mapping server names to telephone numbers — are usually done using a type of connection called “UDP” rather than the usual “TCP”, which is prone to failure on congested links and what-have-you. The DNS software just tries again, but in the interim the web browser’s timeout runs out and it reports back to the user “unable to contact the server”. But in the background the DNS software is still trying to contact the phonebook, and if you wait a short time it’ll have come back with an answer. Hopefully when you reload the phone number is sitting in the cache and you’ll be able to connect.]
Got it the second time, first time was error 401.
This old guy you mention sounds like an old Carlyle operative of the sort you associate with Cheney, Bush and the rest, an “ugly american” out in the third world boondoggles fomenting political instability, selling weaponry to tinpots so they can murder their own people and cattleprods for use on all comers.
I doubt whether big powers and formations within these change their spots. Necessity is the mother of invention.
Comment. (H/t to the unrepeatable classic post by IIRC Doug Henley called simply “Blog post”, which ran up a thousand generic comments before it ran out of steam.)
Speaking of the Mysterious Ways of the Interwebs, does anyone have any idea why I never seem to be able to connect to crookedtimber.org from work, or even (if I recall correctly) from a different ISP at home?
And at work, one computer will never connect to realestate.com.au, but another one on the same office wireless network, will.
Speaking of the Mysterious Ways of the Interwebs, does anyone have any idea why I never seem to be able to connect to crookedtimber.org from work, or even (if I recall correctly) from a different ISP at home?
I have a clue, but the technical reasons for why it might work are lengthy and complex.
Solution worth trying: type in your address, and after it fails promptly try again [reload the page.] There’s a particular failure mode that this will work past.
[this works because DNS lookups — the phonebook mapping server names to telephone numbers — are usually done using a type of connection called “UDP” rather than the usual “TCP”, which is prone to failure on congested links and what-have-you. The DNS software just tries again, but in the interim the web browser’s timeout runs out and it reports back to the user “unable to contact the server”. But in the background the DNS software is still trying to contact the phonebook, and if you wait a short time it’ll have come back with an answer. Hopefully when you reload the phone number is sitting in the cache and you’ll be able to connect.]
Got it the second time, first time was error 401.
This old guy you mention sounds like an old Carlyle operative of the sort you associate with Cheney, Bush and the rest, an “ugly american” out in the third world boondoggles fomenting political instability, selling weaponry to tinpots so they can murder their own people and cattleprods for use on all comers.
I doubt whether big powers and formations within these change their spots. Necessity is the mother of invention.