My computer at home ate itself this weekend. BACK UPS people, BACK YOUR SHIT UP. I did not back up everything, because I thought it would simply take too damn long to copy all those music, photo, image, and text files over to solid state media.
Well, it’s going to take FORfuckingEVER to reproduce all of it, if I am unable to pull it off my dead-ass hard drive. Much of it is irreplaceable. The music was never scored. The stories were only outlined, so I only have the designs for the skeletal frames, with all the fleshy words being flushed by my lack of foresight. The photos? Fucking forget it.
Sometimes, it’s hard to look yourself in the eye after things like this happen. I have no excuses. It was simple, brazen, stupidity-driven laziness.
Damn you laziness!
So. Back to square one, which has me pacing somewhere between livid and violent, talking myself down from great heights. Fucking irritating.
Such is life.
And to properly mark how crazy and unpredictable life truly is, I am going to tell a story. Because that’s how I roll. With a dab of butter. Maybe some strawberry jelly. When the computers of the tough get breaking, the tough get writing. And as I am typing this, I have no idea what story I will be telling. It will be a true story, it will probably be ridiculous, and I will not censure it in any way. Fuck it. I am going to tell Drink Story #10. You’ve waited long enough for one of the classics, and I could rant about my shitty computer until every last drop of spittle has flown from my rabid jaw. But that would be so zzzzzzzzzzzz.
Here goes. Well, in the post below this one.
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Ahhh the perils of dependence a prosthetic memory. I hate computers. I only damage them intentionally, so I've never had an "accident" but I have lost data due to catastrophic physical hardware failures. And it scuffed my boot, too.
I am so sorry. That happened to me at work, and my entire database vanished, poof, like Kaiser Soze.
At least it was only work shit.
Thanks so much for the support.
Lisa - My computer failure pales in comparison to the issues I've seen you go through. I am humbled.
Sara - express your vengeful rage by taking a bat to large fruit. Watermelon are especially delightful, but cantaloupes are fun too! I am most sad about losing my pictures too. Hopefully, both of our photo collections can be recovered.
Liz - Sorry to hear about the nudes. That's always a shame!
Two T's - Yes, I have born witness to your explosive anti-computer venom. I've seen keyboards shatter like glass, and computers that had to be duct-taped back together. It was all very entertaining (but not at the time).
Deb - I wish it was my work computer. I don't keep anything on it locally, only on shared drives. So I couldn't give less of a fuck if it died.
Dungmeister - I had a similar problem to yours, back in college, when the computer lab ate my paper (also being written on the spot). It was a paper on the Economic Development of China, Past-Present-(Recommended) Future. They had to pull it off of their TAPE back-up as a text file, with absolutely no formatting. It was a 30 some-odd page paper WITH formatting (and that was fucking UNDERGRAD, damnit), and 8 pages without. No paragraphs, spacing, or anything. It was god-awful.
I got an extension for it. Word.
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