Remember when heroes were just that – heroes?

With apologies to The Human League, in memory of the Crowdstrike incident of 2024 –

You were working as a sysad on a web server farm
When I called you
I looked you up, I called you up, and screamed into your ear
Turned your sleep into something new
Now five minutes later on. you’re on a conference call
Sleep was so dreamy for you
But don’t forget, you’re the on call
And you’ll sleep when I tell you to.

Can’t, can’t you fix this?
You’re the on-call, so you have to join the Teams bridge
Can’t, can’t you fix this?
Why won’t you just believe me when I say it’s a problem with DNS?
It’s much too late to sleep!
Now don’t you make a peep!
You’d better fix this now or we will both be sorry!

Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh
Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh
Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh

I was working as a sysad on a web server farm
That much is true
But when you rang, I knew I’d be up all night
Either with or without proof
The five hour’s we’ve worked have been such bad times
I still hate you
But now I think it’s time I went back to bed
I guess it’s just what I must do

Why, why’d you call me?
You know I can’t help you with the problem while you’re shrieking
Why, why’d you call me?
Why won’t you believe me when I say I can’t help you?

Can’t, can’t you fix this?
You’re the on-call, so you have to join the Teams bridge
Can’t, can’t you fix this?
Why won’t you just believe me when I say it’s a problem with DNS?
It’s much too late to sleep!
Now don’t you make a peep!
You’d better fix this now or we will both be sorry!

Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh
Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh
Why’d you call me, baby?
Why’d you call me? Oh

Remember when adventure was fun?

We used to be a proper country

Today is the 20th anniversary of the 7/7 London bombings.

May the memory of those lost sustain those who lost them, and may we always be by the side of our cousins in the United Kingdom.

A mashup of two classic rock anthems that is almost old enough to be classic rock itself.

“If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or your arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.” – John Adams

There’s a short story outline in this song. Either that, or the story behind a really interesting police blotter report. See if you can spot it.