toynbee

All of my loved ones want to have their organs donated to science, then have the leftovers cremated.

My wife was in the funeral industry for a while and studying mortuary sciences. She says she left because it was too depressing being pressured to upsell grieving families all the time.

I’m not trying to be dismissive or critical of those who use a NAS solution. I’ve never used one myself, so maybe it really is amazing; but from your response it sounds just like an NFS (or perhaps samba) server with a web interface? I did try TrueNAS once and it basically seemed like that, but also with convoluted permissions.

Again, not trying to be dismissive or anything. Just trying to understand.

When I started at my current job, the company was still pretty small. I don’t know that the founder’s past was, but the company had contributed significantly to his wealth and he tended to share it (or maybe show it off) in lavish ways, mostly with the executives but sometimes with the staff in general.

For example, there was what was apparently a very nice, very expensive espresso machine in the break room. (I was told this was the only thing he took when he left the company.) There was also a very very nice grill on the property … That was allegedly only used once because the owners of the complex said it violated some rule to do so. I always wondered why they just left it instead of … Moving it to somewhere else where they could use it, even if only personally.

Anyway, the reason I bring up all of this is that he was notorious for showing up with extremely costly and detailed full body costumes and gifting them, unasked, to the executives. I think most of them took them home and hung them out of sight in a closet, but at least one of them kept it in his office in a spare chair as if it were visiting.

I don’t remember for sure, but I think it actually was a gorilla suit.

Fair enough. With that I cannot help.

On behalf of a company that hasn’t been my employer for more than half my life, I give you permission.

A company at which I once worked built a functioning server into the frame of a motorcycle. It was after I left, so I’m not sure of the details, including whether it had to be plugged in; but regardless, they called it “the world’s fastest server!” and I think that’s pretty funny.

… Obviously …

I was providing information in the hopes of it being useful.

edit: In case it’s unclear: https://old.reddit.com/r/tipofmypenis/

A long time ago, I lived in Maryland and a woman moved in with me from … I forget where, actually, but the west coast. I remember when she first got there we were out on my balcony and she was shivering in a sweater and sweatpants, while I was very comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt.

Acclimatization is real.

“Tip of my Penis”

It’s like plumage.

I’m unclear on the benefit either has one just an NFS server.

Well, I have to respect his commitment and discretion.

Very much the same.

This is a better-put way of expressing an opinion I’ve long held.

I’m pretty sure it was Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II. I don’t actually remember buying it and might have played Warcraft 2 beforehand, but I spent many … Many happy hours on DF2. One of those two was my introduction to multiplayer gaming, but for sure I spent a lot more time on DF2.

As for whether it was worth it, it arguably shaped a lot of my life to date. Also I met at least one friend whom I still talk to (though rarely) to this day. I would say yes.

I had the same experience recently … The doctor was clearly annoyed.

And I understand why. It was a dental surgery. Probably performing one of those is challenging while your patient is nervously blabbing.

The last thing I remember before waking up is the doctor saying “okay, you get one more question” and me saying something irrelevant.

For my first surgery I had been told something like the above. I was twelve and didn’t have much to be embarrassed about, other than the things that might worry every twelve year old boy, but I was still concerned. When I was in recovery I asked the surgeon “what did I say while I was under?”

He responded “I’m sworn to silence.” I worried about that for months if not years, especially because I had to have two more surgeries under his care.

Nothing embarrassing was ever publicized AFAIK.

I can feel the liquid spreading through my veins - specifically my chest - but it doesn’t feel painful. Rather it feels pleasantly cold like drinking a fresh glass of water. I’m sorry your experience was less pleasant.

The first time I ever had surgery, I was anxious in advance. My mom told me “don’t worry, usually what happens if that they ask you to count down from ten and by the time you get to nine you’re asleep.” She was right.

I’m approaching my ninth or possibly tenth surgery and I’m pretty sure I haven’t been asked to count down since. The most recent time I had surgery, when I woke up, I asked when we were going to start.