“It looks like I'll have to create a new virtual server for it,” I said to Smirk. “But I know exactly how to set it up.” We're moving our spam firewall from the Boca Raton Data Center to the Charlotte Data Center and in the interim (if all goes well, about eighteen hours), we need something to sling the email about.
“So this poor virtual computer will be doing nothing but email then?”
“Just email,” I said. “For the next day or so.”
“A virtual slave,” said Smirk. “and a short lived one at that.”
“So, are you making DNS changes?”
“Nope,” I said. “I plan on giving it the same IP address as our spam firewall, shutting down the ethernet port the actual spam firewall is plugged into, and routing the traffic to the virtual server.”
“So it doesn't even have an identity of its own,” said Smirk.
“Nope.” By this time, we were both laughing maniacly, but it's one of those times you had to have been there to get it (and I know I'm not recounting the conversation even remotely close).
It takes just a few minutes to create the server and get it configured, and in a day or two, it'll be killed just as quickly.
So much for Pinocchio.
Update later today …
Think I spelled ``maniacly'' wrong? Think again …