Going to need new fake veins.
It did not. It just got very cold and wet.
Working from home was always a bit lonely, and I thought I was comfortable with that, but those occasional days in the office were satisfying a need for human interaction that I didn't admit I had.
When I retired(!) from IT a couple of years ago I developed a habit of playing TV shows on my desktop, I suspect just to hear voices.
The stick doesn't have the spare horses for that, so for the first time in years I'm listening to music, and, boy, is it easier to be productive.
Found some 1986 adverts for #elite (before it was #elitedangerous) in an old copy of Sinclair User magazine ... https://archive.org/details/sinclair-user-magazine-047/page/n9/mode/2up
Lot of cups of tea today.
Just one final practical assessment and I'll be half way through this paramedicine degree. This semester has kicked my entire ass. I think I managed the first year because it was building on the quals I had to get to be a volunteer, and of course there was no lockdown, my kids were at school, and I didn't have a weeks of bronchitis. I am wrung out.
Reckon I'll drop back to part time study for the foreseeable. It'll mean longer out of work, but I'll pay more attention to my wife and kids.
Of course it runs NetBSD. They always do.
When I've got spare time again, I'm going to have to retire my old Synology to fileserving only. I don't know what spooky crap it's doing with DNS under the hood, but I spent long enough manually fixing their broken Postfix config every time they updated it that I don't care to find out.
I wonder if I can get a non-proprietary OS on there? Hmm.
You know how it takes your brain a second to realise that the noise you're hearing isn't an isolated rumble, it's an earthquake? Well, one time, in a packed ED, I helped a patient off the stretcher and they let out a fart so long and loud that my internal monologue went from "isolated rumble" to "drop, cover and hold!" for the duration. Time stood still until a tiny voice said "oh, I do beg your pardon."
I had to stop revising acute abdominal pain today to laugh at that all over again.
Vintage computer enthusiast, VFX survivor, volunteer medic, student paramedic. Pixar owe me a teapot.
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