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Old Quebec Accent|
To all the linguists on my friends list, especially TorgoX. I want you to listen to this very dangerous video. Not so you can kill yourself with building a spot welder, but because it is an beautiful example of an old Québecois accent.
16h00 - ratio Lenoltec
300 mg acetominaphen
15 mg codeine phosphate
21h30 - Benylin
30 mg Dextromethorphan Hydrobromide
60 mg Pseudoephedrine Hydrochloride
200 mg Guaifenesin
1000 mg acetaminophen
21h30 - platinum muscle and back pain relief
200 mg ibuprofen
500 mg methocarbamol
Timed release melatonin plus
3 mg melatonin
25 mg B6
I was dreaming I was a bright shaft of white light oscillating in 3 dimensions. Woke myself up and I'm still tripping. I blame interaction between methocarbamol (maybe), pseudophedrine and melatonin. This is not as fun as it might seem.
Also, dry mouth, nausea.
Current Music: ringing in my ears
Being a father|
I'm now being press-ganged into drawing unicorns before breakfast.
One of the things that sucks about being old is I have to many memories. I'll be walking along, thinking and suddenly I'll remember some stupid situation I was in. And my reaction to my part in it is the classic "Christ, what an asshole." So much drama, so much pain, so much energy wasted.
Time to break out the vitamin D, it seems.
I've somehow fallen into an alternate universe!
Death and your data|
Turns out that LJ wasn't dead, just that I was logged out and you all have friends-only posts.
Anyway, my uncle died on Tuesday. He had Parkinson's for over 10 years. Hadn't been able to walk nor even sit up straight the last few years. So while it is sad he's dead, it's also a bit of a relief.
But that's not what this post is really about.
I happen to be in Montréal on Tuesday, installing 13 TB (!) of hard drive. So after work I went by to see my aunt. As we sat around awkwardly (as one does after a death) she asked me if I could deal with my uncle's hard drives. As in erase them. There had been in the past some illegal digital material in his possession (to put it lightly). There is definitely material on those hard drives that my aunt doesn't want to see. So my cousin and I poked around the office, and collected 2 laptops, one desktop, 4 external drives and a bunch of flash drives and microSD cards. The flash I just destroyed. The hard drives are being DBANed as we speak. A process that takes a surprisingly long time.
But it got me thinking. My uncle was a pack rat. He probably had all sorts of stuff he kept over his decades as an electrical engineer. Most of that will be physical (we came across a signal generator from the 80s) but some of it digital. For instance, all his digital photography; he had about a thousand CD-Rs, all labeled in his illegible hand. Are his daughter's wedding photos in there?
This was the first death I had to deal with that had a digital angle. And it got me to thinking about how, all that stuff that is So Important to us in our lives, is just clutter that needs to be dealt with by those that survive us.
In the case of photos, my new mantra is "print it out or it gets lost." I guess a collary to this is "if you don't want it printed out, you don't want it on your hard disk."
Passwords: write them all down, seal them in a tamper evident way, make sure someone uninterested knows where they are. Can one have a sealed annexe to a will?
What's more, there's so much about my work that only I understand or even know. My associates are going to have a lot of trouble figuring out how to build a new version of the software without me. I know, this is a Bad Thing but who has time to write doco?
Tags: data, death, pictures
My province is currently on lock down.
Ha! Désirée is sorta kinda learning her alphabet at 3.75 years old, on a Brother 300T portable typewriter.
Current Mood: pleased
2012 already sucks|
The year is but 8 and a half hours old and I've already witnessed blood being shed. I'm a rich white male, my problems are minor compared to so much of what is going on. But I'ved expended more emotional energy then I thought I had.
Here's to hoping it gets better.
Peace on Earth and goodwill to all!|
Current Mood: drunk
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