After hitting enter once or twice, I got this:
HTTP/1.1 200 OK
Server: Changed to protect the innocent 1.0
X-Powered-By: Some server
Allow: GET, HEAD, POST, PUT, DELETE, TRACE, OPTIONS

The Allow header shows that WebDAV methods are enabled, even though cadaver wouldn’t connect.

In my dream, I was an undercover reporter. My job was to infiltrate a new prison built in secret right here in the good ole US of A as a replacement for Guantanamo Bay Detainment Camp. I was able to get inside and tour the facilities. It was cavernous, like a warehouse, but it was still under construction and yet to be populated with the prisoners it was intended for. The McCain team was crawling all over the place. What I didn’t expect was the first detainee. Sarah Palin had been taken there, tied to a pole and presumably beaten. She still looked great, all things considered. The rumored rift between McCain and Palin was worse then I thought, but in the end, cooler heads prevailed and Sarah Palin had been released. Spunky as ever, she winked at the men and women who’d fought so hard for her freedom, telling them “you’ve got to exercise your right to torture”.

I’d seen enough. It was time to go. I left through the front gate, just barely getting clearance to leave from the commanding officer. Fortunately for me, an explosion disturbed the uneasy peace. The enemies of freedom were on the offensive. As I made my way to the awaiting driver, a helicopter began circling overhead. I noticed the laser site as it danced on the ground around me. I’d seen this movie before–I was the target. I ran to the car and we made our escape. The helicopter joined us in hot pursuit. As I tried to get a shot out the car window, I saw a group of Hispanic men in work clothes packed into the helicopter. It was a crack squad of undocumented assassins. I’d been mistaken as a Republican operative. We made our way into the Hollywood hills, where we finally arrived at the lair of one of the Liberal Hollywood Elite, Peter Fonda. As I tried to explain the imminent danger we were in, the helicopter found us and began circling overhead. Despite my urgent pleas, Peter Fonda just couldn’t accept that he was being targeted by the working class. It was up to me. I fled to the basement, readied a rocket launcher, and stepped outside. I took aim at the helicopter and fired…direct hit. The world was once again a little bit safer for democracy.

# disable proxy requests - if enabled, becomes an open proxy-- very bad
ProxyRequests off
# webapp1
<proxy balancer://webapp1>
BalancerMember https://webserver.com/webapp1/ route=node1 keepalive=On
</proxy>
ProxyPass /webapp1 balancer://webapp1 stickysession=JSESSIONID
ProxyPassReverse /webapp1 https://webserver.com/webapp1
# webapp2
<proxy balancer://webapp2>
BalancerMember https://webserver.com/webapp2 route=node1 keepalive=On
</proxy>
ProxyPass /webapp2 balancer://webapp2 stickysession=JSESSIONID
ProxyPassReverse /webapp2 https://webserver.com/webapp2


Mammatus clouds over Salina, Kansas.

This primary, I’m a Democrat. I’m also not a member of an organized political party. After voting in the Texas Democratic primary, my lovely wife and I participated in the primary caucus at the neighborhood elementary school in Austin, Texas. The turnout was astounding. The line went out the door several people deep maybe for a block. After getting through the doors at a local school, our neighbors entered an auditorium, filling it to capacity and then some. The volunteers were overwhelmed by the turnout, and didn’t have enough sign up sheets for everyone who showed up. Plan B was to have people fill blank sheets of paper out by hand. Stations were set up for people to fill out forms, volunteers chosen, and people were called up to the front. First to go were people with disabilities, then parents with small kids, and then University of Texas basketball fans. There was a game on. One Texas A & M alum took umbrage with this clear display of partisan favoritism, and called for people to sign in table by table, to a sincere round of applause. Then the behind the scene organizers got busy. They went to the stations, got the papers and distributed them to people at the tables. At our table, we talked about how someone should write down how to do this. I joked about trying to find the piece of paper with the instructions at the next historic caucus, maybe in 30 years or so. After a brief scramble for pens, the people happily filled in their information, including demographic data and their preference for the presidential nominee. The room cleared out pretty quickly after that, except for the hard-working volunteers left to tally the votes signatures. The Texas Democratic party has a unique nomination process. I’m not even sure how to quantify our participation in the caucus, but there were a lot of people who thought it was important to be there and give their candidate an extra push.