Door Slammer (Hurðaskellir), the 7th Lad, likes to slam doors, especially during the night.
Doors, magnificent doors. There’s nothing like a hard “slam” or bouncy “bang” to give meaning to my day. Even better if it makes people jump in their seats or fall out of their beds! Luckily, those horrible sliding or revolving versions can’t be found in most homes. Life would just be so much more bland without the sound of a regular SLAM-dunk-BANG.
It’s happened though, in some of the bigger houses, that I run around slamming doors up to the point where I, well, kind of lose track of where I am. And maybe also where I’ve been … or where I’m going.
I’m not proud of it, but once Mother had to be called down from the mountains to come and find me. When she finally located me, she was livid. Pulled me along by the ear while screaming something about how her life would be so much simpler if I were an SOA record. Then she wouldn’t have to come out and risk her life on the slippery ice. She could just use dig menandmice.com +nssearch to find me. Dig would try to find the authoritative name servers for the zone containing the name being looked up AND display the SOA record that each name server has for the zone.
I couldn’t quite make out the rest too well as my ear was scrunched up between her thumb and some warts, but I could’ve sworn she said something about this dig helping to check if the SOA record serial number is the same on all zone instances. It crossed my mind to tell her that I’m her son, not a record or a zone, but it’s best not to tempt Mother’s temper once it’s on fire. Sigh.
Perhaps it’s safer for me to just sit tight this Christmas, no roaming houses and getting lost again...
Oh, look, a new door! Wonder where that goes? Must see!