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Phil decided that I wasn’t a liar. We added some more instrumentation — that’s right, our 25 gigs of log data didn’t tell us everything we needed to know — and I waited my turn for a re-run on the highly-sought-after test cluster.

While I was waiting, Chris and Shona showed up back at the house, so I headed home to kick off the test from there. It went pretty well. Too well, even: it hadn’t triggered the failure condition I care about before we had to leave for dinner, so I left it running. Tragically, the test doesn’t stop correctly in some failure cases, and so it over-wrote its log data when it looped around, and all was for naught. Over-writing the logs sure seemed smart when keeping everything around was causing the disks to fill up, but it didn’t seem so smart when I got back from the evening outing to see what I had wrought. I’m going to get Coop to re-run in the morning, while I analyze an entirely different failure from an entirely different test.

Basic was OK. Connie Nielsen didn’t really do much of note, but the rest of the film at least kept my interest. Maybe we should have seen Chicago, with Tyla and Shona, but I really wasn’t up for watching Richard Gere sing and dance. At least there was no awful rap act being filmed in the theatre before the movie, as there was the other night when Alasdair and I saw Phone Booth. “YYZ”, indeed.

Phil arrives tomorrow, and I have to pick up the concert tickets and do an incredible amount of testing. Could happen, could happen.