Gee whiz … I take the day
off from writing a Rant, and look what happens to Facebook.
Was Facebook offended that I wasn’t on there yesterday, and took out its frustration with me on millions of users around the world?
Something went kerflooey with its app yesterday during the late morning, and Facebook, along with some of its associated sites like Instagram, were unreachable yesterday.
Me, I was working, and still have a bit of work to do in my remote job as I transcribe a meeting and make it somewhat readable, so my time on Facebook will be limited today.
But early yesterday afternoon, my son ran into me, told me he could not get onto Facebook with his phone or his tablet, and in between the work I was doing, I tried every which way for him to get on, but to no avail.
It just wasn’t happening, and then later on, I read a story that this problem was being felt worldwide.
Oh, woe is us, or woe are us, or … I think you know what I mean.
How can we live without Facebook?
It’s like needing desperately to go to the bathroom, and every bathroom near you is closed for repair.
What do you do?
Well, maybe not in the case of the bathroom, but in the case of Facebook, you just wait it out.
By early to late evening, the problem was fixed.
It had to do with the apps that Facebook, Instagram and the other associated services use.
According to a statement made by Facebook late yesterday evening, "Our engineering teams have learned that configuration changes on the backbone routers that coordinate network traffic between our data centers caused issues that interrupted this communication. This disruption to network traffic had a cascading effect on the way our data centers communicate, bringing our services to a halt,”
Yup, and I thought it was just a simple hack, where all of our data was compromised.
Silly me, I should have never thought that about such a trustworthy service.
And here, I thought it was the fact that I could not write a Rant yesterday and post it on Facebook.
I thought it had to do with me.
And if I had written something, then sometime after 11:30 a.m. yesterday for at least the next several hours, no one could make a comment on it.
Boy, my world could have been topsy turvy.
Thank goodness for my work, which took me off the Internet entirely for at least five hours yesterday, and will likely take me off again for a few more hours today.
If my son hadn’t brought it up to me, I would have never known that there was a problem.
And herein lies the real problem.
Facebook has become such a major part of many of our lives that if it goes down, our world goes down too.
We have to remember that this is a site that exists on the Internet, and a million things can go wrong to gum it up for us.
That it doesn’t happen all of the time is something to marvel at; but when it does happen, well, nothing is right, and our day is ruined.
We are really so overly beholden with this site—me too—and heck, it is just one segment of the Internet.
When trying to help my son yesterday, I tried out other Internet sites, like Google and Yahoo, and they all worked.
In fact, I ordered a wrestling tee shirt for my son on one of these sites, a site that has nothing to do with Facebook, and it all went through like lightning.
My day wasn’t bummed out because Facebook wasn’t working.
I tried it on my own phone, and somehow, I was able to put up a message asking others if they were having problems.
I did it to pacify my son, and that is the only reason I did it.
Let’s live for today, and good luck to Facebook.
We enjoy the site, but no one will jump off the bridge if it goes down again like it did yesterday.
But knowing how distressed people are today about one thing or another, who knows?
Was Facebook offended that I wasn’t on there yesterday, and took out its frustration with me on millions of users around the world?
Something went kerflooey with its app yesterday during the late morning, and Facebook, along with some of its associated sites like Instagram, were unreachable yesterday.
Me, I was working, and still have a bit of work to do in my remote job as I transcribe a meeting and make it somewhat readable, so my time on Facebook will be limited today.
But early yesterday afternoon, my son ran into me, told me he could not get onto Facebook with his phone or his tablet, and in between the work I was doing, I tried every which way for him to get on, but to no avail.
It just wasn’t happening, and then later on, I read a story that this problem was being felt worldwide.
Oh, woe is us, or woe are us, or … I think you know what I mean.
How can we live without Facebook?
It’s like needing desperately to go to the bathroom, and every bathroom near you is closed for repair.
What do you do?
Well, maybe not in the case of the bathroom, but in the case of Facebook, you just wait it out.
By early to late evening, the problem was fixed.
It had to do with the apps that Facebook, Instagram and the other associated services use.
According to a statement made by Facebook late yesterday evening, "Our engineering teams have learned that configuration changes on the backbone routers that coordinate network traffic between our data centers caused issues that interrupted this communication. This disruption to network traffic had a cascading effect on the way our data centers communicate, bringing our services to a halt,”
Yup, and I thought it was just a simple hack, where all of our data was compromised.
Silly me, I should have never thought that about such a trustworthy service.
And here, I thought it was the fact that I could not write a Rant yesterday and post it on Facebook.
I thought it had to do with me.
And if I had written something, then sometime after 11:30 a.m. yesterday for at least the next several hours, no one could make a comment on it.
Boy, my world could have been topsy turvy.
Thank goodness for my work, which took me off the Internet entirely for at least five hours yesterday, and will likely take me off again for a few more hours today.
If my son hadn’t brought it up to me, I would have never known that there was a problem.
And herein lies the real problem.
Facebook has become such a major part of many of our lives that if it goes down, our world goes down too.
We have to remember that this is a site that exists on the Internet, and a million things can go wrong to gum it up for us.
That it doesn’t happen all of the time is something to marvel at; but when it does happen, well, nothing is right, and our day is ruined.
We are really so overly beholden with this site—me too—and heck, it is just one segment of the Internet.
When trying to help my son yesterday, I tried out other Internet sites, like Google and Yahoo, and they all worked.
In fact, I ordered a wrestling tee shirt for my son on one of these sites, a site that has nothing to do with Facebook, and it all went through like lightning.
My day wasn’t bummed out because Facebook wasn’t working.
I tried it on my own phone, and somehow, I was able to put up a message asking others if they were having problems.
I did it to pacify my son, and that is the only reason I did it.
Let’s live for today, and good luck to Facebook.
We enjoy the site, but no one will jump off the bridge if it goes down again like it did yesterday.
But knowing how distressed people are today about one thing or another, who knows?
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