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When Servers Blow Up (As In Actually Explode)

In 1990s Chicago, old friend Greg Dunlap and I had a 4th of July tradition where we served sweet explosive revenge to all the computer equipment that had given us grief that year. There was never a shortage. Pizza box PCs with flaky mobos, monitors on the blink, maddening mice, PC keyboards whose backslash keys were broken (think about that for a minute, DOS users), stubborn routers: each was queued and dispatched with extreme prejudice using the finest explosives the neighboring State of Indiana could offer.

Greg has since moved to Sweden, a nation where displays of a less militant sort are commonplace. For example, rather than use gunpowder to take out frustrations relating to living in the Arctic, Swedes instead gather in the darkness to construct idealized models of a society that while intricate and delicious, would not survive a serious coffee spill.

You can take the software engineer out of the US, but can you take the US out of the software engineer? Is it unreasonable that Greg, upon facing this year’s hardware irritation, might feel just the barest twinge of homesickness for the recreational (and other) explosion capital of the world?

Of course it’s not unreasonable. Which is why the fine people at Data Center Knowledge put together this awesome video Gallery of Exploding Servers available with merely a click.

Assuming the mouse works, I mean.

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3 Responses to “When Servers Blow Up (As In Actually Explode)”


  1. 1 BJ
    January 12, 2011 at 7:28 pm

    Rob,
    I think you missed a band you were in – did we have a name? I am pretty sure you played w/Barry, Gary and me for a short time, no?

    • January 12, 2011 at 10:35 pm

      Hey Brian!

      Well, that Juno-60 you bought at Sound Post had to be put to good use one way or another. No, I don’t think we had a name and I don’t think we recorded anything. I wish we did just to listen to Gary and Barry’s Neil Peart/Alex Lifeson tribute, which I recall not being bad at all. Unlike, say, my bass playing, which was comical. Ever hear where those guys ended up?

  2. 3 heyrocker
    January 13, 2011 at 1:28 am

    See we never actually warned the denizens of Logan Square about what was coming, which in retrospect was perhaps not our finest hour, especially considering the number of kids running around. Still, those were good times. The best year was capped by the fireworks display erupting from the top of your diesel Rabbit as you drove it past the awestruck crowd.


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