Website Technology Profiler

{
  "PageContent": "<h3>Austad Blog —</h3>Sewer SundayBlood didn’t just drip from my hand it pulsated furiously toward the ground.  I looked down at the pocketknife sticking out of my first knuckle.  I sheepishly glanced at my dad.  He shook his head and started to laugh.  “At least it is not sewer Sunday,” dad proclaimed.  I plucked the knife from my hand, wrapped my knuckle in electrical tape, and we headed to the emergency room laughing over the pain.The comment dad made about sewer Sunday caused an immediate reflection on a time a few years prior.  We owned an RV park, and it had some issues with the septic system.I was seated in the congregation at church when my nephew slipped in the back door and tapped me on the shoulder.  “We have a big problem at the park,” he whispered in my ear.  I could tell by the tone in his voice that he meant business, so I stood up and headed for the door.  When we reached the front steps, my nephew couldn’t keep his excitement contained any longer.  He proceeded to tell me about the “big problem” at the park.Sunday always brought the same events to the RV Park.  Visitors were generally in a hurry to pack their belongings and head home.  Each Sunday we watched an exodus from the park.  Only this Sunday, when each visitor drained his septic holding tank in his RV, the sewage didn’t make it to the in-ground septic tank.Sewer SundayWhen I arrived at the RV Park, to my amazement, raw sewage was flowing heavily from the first eight RV sites.  Visitors had abandoned the park as fast as they could.  When I stepped from the car, my gag reflex immediately started.  I bent over in heaves and convulsions adding my breakfast and lunch to the growing sewage pond.  I realized that I better lift the clean-out lid to the septic tank and see if the tank was full.  My dad and I reached the tank, and I pried the heavy cement cover back.  The release of methane gas was so strong that the next thing that I remember was my dad standing over me waving papers over my face to give me air.  I had a severe headache, but I needed to get the sewer issue resolved.Twenty minutes later I leaned over the opening of the septic tank again.  I was dressed in knee-high irrigation boots, elbow-length rubber chemical gloves, and a cloth mask with menthol rub applied to it and a full-face shield.  As I shined my flashlight down into the septic tank, it became very clear to me that we were facing a major problem.  Not only was the tank not filled with sewage, the four inch inlet pipe was dry.  This indicated that somewhere between the septic tank baffle and the first RV site there was a complete obstruction of the sewer line.An hour after snaking the sewer line with no success in removing the clog, we decided that we were going to have to dig down to the pipe with a backhoe.  I sent my son to retrieve the backhoe from the upper fields, only to have him return with the report that the backhoe batteries must have been dead because he could not get it started.  As I surveyed the flowing sewage and the growing septic pond, I could not help but wonder, “What else can go wrong?”  I looked back down and began to feed the sewer snake into the sewer line again when it caught something.When I felt the snake line hit the blockage I got a little excited and pressed on the forward button harder.  This caused the snake line to buckle, twisting rapidly around my hand pinching it tight and cutting off all circulation.  I flashed a look of panic at my dad.  His eyes grew big as I pulled on the cable that held my hand.  Finally I realized that I needed to put the sewer snake in reverse to free my hand.  When I flipped the switch to reverse, the snake released its tension a little more rapidly than I expected.  My hand came loose with such force that I fell off-balance splashing seat first into the edge of the sewer pond.Four hours into sewer Sunday the pond was still growing, and I had almost given up hope of solving the issue.  I had remnants of toilet paper stuck to my pants, dark splash marks on my glasses that I claimed were mud, blood blisters on my hand from my little finger to my wrist, and I was feeling a bit dehydrated from throwing up everything that had been in my stomach.  Exhausted, I turned back to the sewer snake to attempt to clear the sewer line one more time when I heard one of our cows let out a loud bellow.  I turned to see all eight cows and six horses free from the ten-acre upper field.  The animals were expressing excitement for their newfound freedom by running from RV site to RV site trampling everything in their path.As the sun began to set, I paused and closed my eyes and decided to assess my emotional and physical status.  I realized that, emotionally and physically, my stress was almost as great as it had ever been in my life.  It was at this point I realized that I only had two choices.  I could cry, or I could laugh.  So laugh is what I did.Sending my sons to herd the livestock back to the upper field, my dad and I returned to the sewer snake.  This time I carefully sent the line down to where I had hit the blockage previously.  When I felt the line bump something, I slowly advanced the snake line into the blockage.  After completely extending the snake line through the sewer pipe, it was time to retrieve the line and see if we had accomplished anything.  I pulled the line back into the wheel covering my feet with sewage again.  With about fifteen feet of snake line remaining to be retrieved, I heard a sudden pop, and simultaneously sewage began to drain from all eight RV sites.  I had cleared the septic tank baffle and the sewer lines were draining into the tank as fast as it would allow.I became immediately pensive, and I actually thought of how nice it would have been to be battling my own toilet with a plunger while it was overflowing onto my bathroom floor instead of my current situation.  As I completed the retrieval of the snake line, I was appalled by what I found attached to the end of the line.  Hooked in the teeth of the snake’s cleaning head was a full size sock.  The sock was loaded with sand and rocks, and it was tied tightly at the top.  The whole battle against the growing sewer pond was due to a deliberate and malicious act.Seven hours of battling raw sewage from people I did not even know, and it was over.  The ground was treated with lime powder, the animals were back in the upper field, and I had washed thoroughly with bleach several times, my hand was bandaged, and my clothes were burning nearby in a fire pit. Sewer Sunday was now over.“Be thankful it’s not sewer Sunday,” one of my boys will say while we are changing a flat tire on the side of the road.  When one member of the family proclaims, “This is almost as bad as sewer Sunday,” we all know the situation must be extremely emotional and physically challenging.  Years have passed from that sewer Sunday, yet our family compares almost any trial or challenge to that day.  Dad and I walked into the emergency room laughing.  “At least it’s not sewer Sunday,” he said again.",
  "Url": "http://blog.austad.com",
  "IpAddress": "143.95.240.22",
  "ReverseDns": null,
  "Asn": null,
  "Http2": false,
  "Http3": false,
  "ResponseTimeMs": 2258,
  "StatusCode": 200,
  "ServerHeaders": [
    "Apache"
  ],
  "Ssl": {
    "Issuer": null,
    "Subject": null,
    "NotBefore": null,
    "NotAfter": null,
    "SubjectAltNames": [],
    "Hsts": false,
    "Ciphers": [],
    "Protocol": null,
    "DaysUntilExpiry": 0
  },
  "Cdns": [],
  "HostingHints": [],
  "Cms": [
    "WordPress",
    "WordPress (robots.txt)"
  ],
  "Frameworks": [
    "jQuery"
  ],
  "JsLibraries": [],
  "Analytics": [
    "Google Analytics GA4"
  ],
  "AdsAndMarketing": [],
  "PaymentGateways": [],
  "EcommerceHints": [
    "Magento",
    "PrestaShop"
  ],
  "SocialSignals": [],
  "MediaProviders": [],
  "SeoTags": [
    "content-type: text/html; charset=UTF-8"
  ],
  "HtmlLanguage": "en-US",
  "HasRobots": true,
  "HasSitemap": true,
  "SecurityHeaders": [],
  "CookiesObserved": [],
  "XhrApiHints": [],
  "SitemapCounts": {
    "total_urls": 5
  },
  "ChatWidgets": [],
  "ABTesting": [],
  "PrivacyConsent": [],
  "EmailMarketing": [],
  "WebFonts": [],
  "DynamicJs": [
    "Web Server: Apache",
    "jQuery (script Resource)",
    "ES6+ JavaScript Features",
    "jQuery (CDN Detection)"
  ],
  "ResourceHosts": [
    "blog.austad.com",
    "secure.gravatar.com"
  ],
  "CssFrameworks": [],
  "BuildTools": [],
  "ServerTech": [
    "PHP (inferred from WordPress)"
  ],
  "DatabaseHints": [],
  "PageTitle": "Austad Blog —",
  "MetaDescription": null,
  "ImageCount": 2,
  "ScriptCount": 8,
  "LinkCount": 9,
  "Errors": [
    "Reverse DNS failed: This is usually a temporary error during hostname resolution and means that the local server did not receive a response from an authoritative server."
  ],
  "UiFrameworks": [
    "Angular Material (Class Names)",
    "Ionic (Class Names)"
  ]
}