From today's post on wwwjunk.seeinggreen.typepad.com

I had tried.

Believe me, I had tried. I had written Postit notes to myself. I had
mentioned it several times to my wife and begged her to remind me (isn't
that what wives are for?) I told my 9-year old who has the memory of a steel
trap and can remember the name of the ship that 7-of-9 (my favorite
character) from Star Trek Voyager was abandoned in, a show that he saw, oh
perhaps 2-1/2 years ago. I even threatened him with severe consequences (ok,
cancellation of one Star Trek episode) if he didn't remind me. I sent an
email to myself (which, under the circumstances, could've been futile.)

To no avail.

I woke up in a cold sweat this morning. I had forgotten! I dreaded the trek
up the fifteen steps to my office. What would I find there? Could I even
open the door? The room was dark, I having remembered to close the darkening
drapes the night before. Ominous and still. I opened the door slowly and
fearfully glanced inside, prepared for the worst. What would I be faced with
on my desk? A smoking hulk? A dead lump of plastic and silicon? A sullen
monster prepared to bite the hand that had lovingly keystroked it all these
years? All my files destroyed, my memories erased, my pictures fragmented?

I had disregarded the sage advice of the extra-prolific computer guru on the
e-list that I regularly read (and sometimes post to) who'd cautioned us,
nay, had exhorted us, to take this day seriously. Railed at us, in fact, to
never forget this day.

Yet I had not remembered.

I had not upgraded my PC to automatically change the time today to Daylight
Savings.

And you know that this could've been as bad as that dim, distant day of
January 1st, 2000, when the Y2K monster was unleashed, that day that will
live forever in infamy as thousands of computers and planes crashed, as
billions of dollars was routed to the wrong bank accounts, as calculators
insisted that two+two was now fifteen, as backup generators spilled their
gasoline supplies, as pagers beeped insanely with phantom messages, as the
electric grid shut down in most of these United States of America, and the
only ones left standing after it was all over were the ones who'd had the
foresight to stockpile food and dive into their shelters to save themselves
from the Silicon Scourge.

Editors note: The above faxed submission ended here. We are still trying to
reach its author, Chandru, to determine the outcome of this event. We will
let you know as soon as we receive a postal missive from him.

I just spent a harrowing 5 minutes viewing the man pages on date. One
of these days, I've got to fix that term type.

Finally, just logged into Pick, and set the time there. I'll get back
to the linux level some day.

Mission accomplished!

date --set=hh/mm/ss

Bill Millikin
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douglas (AT) pickteam (DOT) com wrote:

OOPS!

Er em -- date -s hh:mm:ss

Sheesh

Bill Millikin
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douglas (AT) pickteam (DOT) com wrote:

Good morning,

Many thanks, Bill.

Douglas

That syntax did not work on my Linux server. This one did:

date --set=hh:mm:ss


"Bill Millikin" <wjmillikinat (AT) earthlink (DOT) net> wrote

Thanks, Chandru. I loved it!

Chandru Murthi wrote: