Jean-Paul Sartre: "Hell is other people."
Me: "Hell is other people's servers."
One of the servers we rely on is run by someone else -- and suddenly last night it started behaving very badly. Nuts.
Update: Problem solved. Our systems improve as a result. Instant evolution.
I'm reading Strange Pilgrims, a collection of stories by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The stories are about Latin Americans in Europe.
In "The Saint," the main characters visit the Villa Borghese zoo to see the lion:
"He seemed to roar at all of us without distinction, yet the keeper knew right away that he roared only for Margarito. It was true: Wherever he moved the lion moved, and as soon was he was out of sight the lion stopped roaring."