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Your One Stop Shop For Bad Grammer!
Wow, I have a computer. I haven’t had to live life for that long without computer access since … um, I can’t remember when. I rely on my computer for everything, not just email and blogalicious entertainment, it’s my road map, my newspaper, my radio, my yellow pages, my encyclopedia, my dictionary, (as evidenced by that last entry) my spell checker, and my lover, all rolled into one tidy package. I shall never take it for granted again. The following conversation was had this week at the home of a friend with an incredibly antiquated and very slow computer. It gives you a good idea of my mentality. Friend: I wonder if there’s a wait at [restaurant]. Me: We could call and see. Friend #2: Damn, does that mean we have to fire up your computer? Me (in tones that suggest I think the speaker is an utter moron): Well, duh. *eye roll* Friend: No, we don’t Me: Well, how the hell else are you going to get the number? Friend: Um, the yellow pages? Me (tones of wonderment): Oh … paper. I’d forgotten. So the computer is back up but chaos still reigns. I thought I had everything backed up properly before the hard drive went down, but it appears that that was not the case. I got about half my bookmarks back, unfortunately the “people” folder was one of the ones that went under so I’ve lost a lot of the extremely random blogs I’d stumbled on years ago. My Dad mistakenly installed Word instead of Works (which I had before) so, while I have all of my documents, I can’t open any of them until some time in the future. Most devastatingly of all, I have lost the vast majority of my music. Oh god, my music. I had a huge collection of randomness downloaded from the glory days before Napster and Kazaa went down the tubes. The days when you didn’t have to download eight versions of a song, hoping at least one of them was uncorrupted. I’m down to about 20 songs that managed to make it through somehow. My roommates and I are pulling together in this time of crisis. I’m sitting next to a stack of CDs ready for the ripping and I have a lot of music from their shared folders but … *sob* … it’s not the same. I keep trying to look on the bright side of things, you know, cleaning out all the drives and useless unused crap, but the music keeps popping up. I’ll be walking around the apartment and suddenly, “Oh god! All of my live John Mayer. Some of those songs weren’t even on his CDs. Shit.” Five minutes later, yelled across the hall at the roommates, “Goddamn, how can you only have one Goo Goo Dolls song, the Goos for God’s sake.” And then, “Fuckity fuck, all that random Broadway. Oh god Linda Eder, how I need you.” *weeps* “Gone, all gone…” The enormity of the loss is shattering but somehow, some way, I’ll find the strength to move on, to live again. And maybe one day in the distant future I’ll hardly think about my playlists anymore. “Ohhhh no, all of my oldies! Aargh!” Or maybe not. 9:20 p.m. July 14, 2004
“Y’all aren’t from around here, are ya.” - August 21, 2005 |
The Many And Scary Ways They Get Here Quote of the Day
"They have lots of disturbing cross sections of animal reproductive organs"
Worried by The fact that I just walked upstairs and saw one of my new housemates standing on her desk chair slowly revolving in circles for no apparent reason. Good Reads
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