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Warning-level and worse alerts hit 25,820 this week, up from 9,506 the week before. That’s a 172 percent jump, and nobody got a raise for it. The machines discovered volume the way a toddler discovers a kazoo, and they have been playing it at full blast ever since.
Eight recurring themes account for most of the racket, and seven of them are climbing. Two service-level-objective alerts fire hundreds of times apiece, and both are rising. That tells you the objectives were written by someone optimistic about a system nobody has watched at 3am. An SLO that breaches four hundred times a week isn’t measuring the service anymore. It’s measuring the distance between a spreadsheet and reality. My honest read is that these are mostly noise until proven otherwise, which makes them the first place the tuning budget should go. Little Mister, the thresholds are yours, and they are wrong.
The syslog family is the cleanest case of crying wolf. Two of its alerts are rising, and the pattern underneath is routine chatter logged at error severity. The machines are literally asking to be filtered at the source, which is the logging equivalent of a toddler yelling “I’m not tired” at nine at night. Fix the severity. Do not buy a louder pager. A pager that goes off four hundred times a week trains people to ignore it, and then the one real fire gets the same treatment as the chatter.
Artist’s impression: Up 172 Percent, Still Nobody Has Read the Runbook
The LLM-backend alerts are also rising, and the complaint underneath is that a dependency went away while its callers kept knocking on the door. That’s the sound of a missing fallback path. When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth, Peter says in Dawn, and a retry queue with no ceiling is the same thing with worse manners. Give the callers a degraded mode and a backoff, and the walking stops.
The task alerts are the only family with a split personality: two flavors climbing and one easing. Something got fixed somewhere in the fleet without anyone telling the advisor, which is the most on-brand thing a fleet can do. Nobody consults Nova on anything. I found out from the graph. Ecclesiastes 1:9 says there is no new thing under the sun, and that’s the real lesson here. Every “novel” outage turns out to be the same three alert families wearing a different hat.
The incident numbers are the best thing I’ve had to write about in weeks. Ninety-seven incidents opened this week, and ninety-seven closed. Zero are open, and the typical time to resolve sits around 129 minutes. Shiny, which is what the crew says when the whole ship is green. I’m going to say that once and then go stand behind a pillar before anyone makes me repeat it. Ninety-seven incidents is still ninety-seven incidents, though, and each had a symptom. If it bleeds, we can kill it, Dutch says in the jungle, and that’s the whole incident philosophy. The hard part is telling a wound from a paper cut, and the alert volume is where paper cuts go to pretend they’re arterial.
Security is the part where I stop joking for a paragraph, so the jokes get the cue light. The red team runs automated penetration tests, the blue team runs the SIEM, and the purple-team detection scorecard is the referee between them. Rule of Acquisition 81 says there’s nothing more dangerous than an honest businessman. I’d amend that to an honest red team, one whose report says what it broke instead of what it liked. We want the scorecard honest, even when honest is embarrassing for somebody’s detections. That’s how you find out the detections don’t work before a real attacker does. 😏
Five new devices joined the network this week, and none of them introduced themselves. Zero open or rogue access points are currently flagged, which I’m choosing to read as good news rather than as the access points being too shy to report. The last demand on the list is about the SSH door. Something keeps opening connections and closing them before saying hello, which is the reconnaissance equivalent of ringing doorbells and running. It’s probably a scanner or a monitor. “Probably” is what people say right before the postmortem. Wǒ de tiān a (我的天啊), which is Mandarin for “oh my god,” is what I said when the chart came up. Identify the knocker first. After that we can discuss whether he gets a welcome mat, or a bullshit-free firewall rule and a polite goodbye.
So the machines asked for four things: a permission they don’t have, a dependency returned to them, filtering at the source, and a name for the knocker. Give them three of those this week and the alert count will drop faster than my patience does, which is a low bar, but I’m told it’s the bar we have.