Final Wishes, or If I get hit by a beer truck

…please read this web page.

This page is here so that if something happens leaving me in a state where I am no longer able to run my websites, people will know what to do.

While I have no plans of buying a farm anytime soon, sometimes accidents and sudden illness happen. That also means that if I am in a persistent coma of some kind, or have a terminal condition, please don’t keep me on life support for months or resuscitate me–just let me pass on peacefully.

Designation of Executor

I designate Samuel C. Conway, PhD as my virtual executor to organize such things. In the event that Sam is not available, then I designate Tom Geller as virtual executor. They’ll know what to do, or know people who will.

My Websites

This beer truck from Denmark could be the very thing that takes me out. Who knows?

All my websites – Including (but not limited to) this one, IsSeptaFucked.com, and SeptaStats.com, Sam (or someone he designates) should be the new webmaster/site admin. Please keep the websites operational where possible. Where appropriate, pages should contain a note about what happened. Please update this page with a link as well.

Social Media

I would prefer that my social media be kept in situ. If you don’t speak Latin, that means “leave it the hell alone!” My Facebook security settings allow anyone to post on my wall, and having had a few of my own friends pass away in recent years, it was really nice reading comments and notes left by their friends and loved ones. I’d love if my friends did the same for me on my Facebook wall.

Source Code

Anything that is publicly available on my GitHub account should already be available under an open source license. If it’s not, please assign the copyright to the Free Software Foundation. They seem pretty chill about letting people use their code.

Funeral, Grave, and Memorial Service

My family has a series of plots purchased in a cemetery, I will leave it to them to bury me there. I expect something about cheetahs written on my tombstone. I mean it! While friends are welcome to come to my funeral, I’d rather there be a Celebration of Life held weeks/months after my passing so that friends can travel from further distances to attend. A hotel would be an ideal spot for this. Having alcohol on hand for guests would be a really good idea. I expect my friends to laugh, cry, and damage their livers while talking shit about me.

For anything else, contact Sam or Tom.

Oh, and I’ll miss all of you. Even the cheetahs.

Updates:

  • 2 May 2019: Changed URI from /beertruck to /final-wishes. Added headings and blurb about social media.
  • 15 Dec 2018: Moved the website over to WordPress, and I’m still around!
  • 1 Apr 2017: I’m not dead yet! (and that’s no joke)

(Based on Aaron Swartz’s page)

I hate pennies. I *really* hate pennies. What to do with them all?

I really hate pennies. Let me count the reasons:

Here, look at my pile of spare change that I’ve collected from the last few years:

I really hate pennies

Just look at it. Half of that pile is pennies! The pile of pennies is worth what, $5? $10? The pile of nickels and dimes on the other side is probably 7 or 8 times that. I seriously think that if I take that many pennies into a bank to deposit that the security guards will shoot me just on general principle. Can’t say I’d blame them.

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