Mental Junk

As I am writing this, my 2 1/2 year old is bouncing around the house like a hopped up junkie.  Great way to start the day!

I
got up this morning and realized that both boys were still quiet and
still asleep, Michelle hasn't been sleeping well, so I decided to get
up and get ready quietly.  After my shower, I quietly got dressed and
opened our bedroom door.

As soon as I did – my stomach dropped.  Cameron's room was wide open and no one was there.  Dead silence.  Not good.

I
woke and told Mic then started to head towards Nate's room listening
for a boy about to get into trouble.  Nothing.  Nate is quiet.  So, I
started heading downstairs.

This is when thoughts of kidnapping, children wandering the streets at three in the morning, and —- OH MY!!! MY LAPTOP!!!
I passed the livingroom – the most inoccuous room he could be left
alone in – empty.   Drat.   Looking into the dining room, I see he has
set up his little chair and table like a tea party.  Awwww.  That's
cute….. still may have to kill him.  He's been here, though – and he
is quiet now.

Quick look into my office saved his life – no damage.  Laptop fine, all things good.  Now – to find him.

Heading into the kitchen I didn't see him at first.  The lower
cupboard was open (which opens right to the floor) and is half-hidden
by the kitchen island.  I was beginning to think he may be in the
basement – a place not in the least bit kid-proofed.  As I rounded the
island, however, I discovered the quivering, vibrating body of a child
on a major sugar rush.

"What are you doing?" I asked in my most stern of parent's voice.

"White pepper and peanut butter."

Oh, boy.  Don't laugh – he's in crap.  I brought him upstairs,
stripped the glazed clothes off his back and changed him.  All the
while, attempting to admonish his actions.  Now Michelle and I are
trying to figure out how to attach a bell to his door so we can hear
him leaving.

I still like my chain idea….

EDIT: My wife pointed out I never explained it properly – "white pepper" is sugar to Cameron.

That is the message that greeted me when I tried to log into my VPS (webserver).

I had no way of accessing my box at the console – so I couldn't do much of anything.  All the posts I could find that solved the issue (or presented solutions, anyway) required you to log into the box.  Uhhh…. this is a VIRTUAL SYSTEM.  There is NO console.  How do you log in to fix it, guys?

Continuing my search, I stumbled upon Yak Shaving's blog regarding the same issue.  The magic command? 

ssh user@host "/bin/bash -i"

Ah!  Pure magic!!  Back into the system as root.  Just the way it should be.

Please check out his entire entry for the full solution. 

 Thanks again Yak.

Edit: tldr;

rm -rf /dev/ptmx
mknod /dev/ptmx c 5 2
chmod 666 /dev/ptmx
umount /dev/pts
rm -rf /dev/pts
mkdir /dev/pts
mount /dev/pts

Just got back from the police station to drop off a rusting hunting knife.

I found it on our lawn – didn't know what it was, until I picked it up.  I thought it was a gardening saw – the kind of serated blade for cutting down small trees and scrub brush.  Kris was out there last fall playing with his new brush cutter/weed eater, so I though he may have forgotten it out.

I unsheathed it – and saw it was a hunting knife.  The best part?  There seems to have been dried blood on the blade.  Great.

I thought about calling the station to have an officer come down to pickit up, but I already touched it – and don't really want it in the house until they come by.  So, I just drove up and dropped it off.

With the car break in and now this, maybe we should move?  Na.  Still love the house.  It was probably someone driving by and threw it out the window.  I can still live in my happy little world.