So I come into work this morning and cannot log into vixen. My home directory is fine (on uzuri, my workstation), so I figure the machine must be hosed in some odd way. Yep, it sure was! The root disk had failed so it was completely dead less being able to serve out NFS, which is kernel code and thus doesn't need the root filesystem.
So I decided to shut the thing down. Vixen was a Pentium III 700MHz with 512MB of RAM, three external 18GB hard drives, and three internal hard drives of varying sizes, all under 20GB. After some quick in-my-head calculations I realized all of this data can fit on the internal disk of my current workstation with space to spare!
I moved the data over, retired vixen, and renamed my workstation from uzuri to vixen. Vixen has nostalgic value; it was the name given to the first Linux box ever in the department, and has always been at my desk. The hardware that was replaced today was deployed in 1998 (though it received a CPU upgrade at one point), so it had been in use for nine years. That's an impressive run for a computer.
So of course, after all that, I couldn't let the name die, so now my workstation is called vixen and it lives on...
I'm such a geek sometimes. It's scary.