General Support Log: Week 1

General Support Log
v. 1, week 1

NOTE: This weekly log is designed to track online activity of the members of Torchwood, its allies, and occasionally its enemies. Research will be ongoing.

Promo shots for the recruiting poster came out rather good, don't you think?

Monitoring:
Captain Jack Harkness (ask_captainjack)
PC Gwen Cooper and husband Rhys Williams (gwen_e_cooper, therant_willask)
Captain John Hart (oh_doask)
our Time Agency liaison (timeagency)
PC Andy Davidson (dontask_pcandy)
The Doctor (askfor_bananas)
Myfanwy (ask_myfanwy)

( The Week, In Review )

We all made a lot of jokes about Uranus this week. No, really, a LOT. To be fair, Uranus is pretty funny.

Check-In Post

Hart, I know reception in the park is a little patchy so it's best if we communicate by text. Because remember, you can't think words at your mobile and expect me to hear them.

So, check in when you can and leave a comment here. We'll respond if it's urgent. We wouldn't want you dying, after all. Then Max-Theresa would never get home and we'd be stuck with a cloned beagle. (Theresa-Max is sweet and everything but she misses her other half. The Doctor's almost positive he can reintegrate them, though.)

In short: leave a message, and don't get killed. Also try not to kill anything that doesn't deserve it.

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So apparently Google thought I was in Germany last night because some douchebag cut a bunch of cables in Silicon Valley yesterday, rendering many tech businesses without phone or internet access, which in turn rendered us without access to their servers &etc.

Not to mention cutting off local people from their phones that they use for stuff like, oh, calling 911.

Also, I just tried to log into my bank, hit "sign in", and got a 404. Good times, man.

In each case, the vandals had to pry up heavy manhole covers with a special tool, climb down a shaft and chop through heavy cables. Britton said the four cables cut in San Jose were about the width of a silver dollar and were encased in tough plastic sheath.

I'm so glad that the source of all digital power in Silicon Valley is protected by a MANHOLE COVER. Christ knows that's complicated technology, just like the tree shears they'd need to cut the cords.

Can we export the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from NYC to Silicon Valley to patrol the sekrit underground vaults or something? Or maybe buy some alarms for the manhole covers?

In happier news, I just spent half an hour chatting with BossBoss about the Navy (guys, that thing from NCIS about the challenge coins? Totally real, he had like three on him), which led to subway maps because he was talking about Japan, which led to the Subway Map of the Internet, which led to XKCD's Map of the Internet, which led to BossBoss sitting in his office laughing every few minutes as he reads through the entire XKCD back-catalogue.

I am the nerdvangelist!

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POETRY TIME.

I found this poem while I was looking for The Clean Plater, and thought it was...well, if not a shining example of the poet's art, at the very least pretty fascinating historically. And rather charming, too.

NOTICE
Advertising poem from 1859
by J.W. Renoud of Norwalk, CT

Step up ye gallant fair and brave!
Step up, Tom, Jake and Kate,
Unto my store in Norwalk town,
In Main Street, number eight!

In Main street, number eight, good folks
Things very cheap are sold,
To fat and lean, to rich and poor,
And to the young and old.

( It is the cheap Cash Store, my friends... )