Bring Out Your Dead
The new place reeks like exorcism.
A priest, a rabbi, and Outsource Alan from Dell could not save the soul of my old hard drive. It has since fallen down the proverbial stairs.
At about 6:30 pm yesterday (the hour of Satan), the normal pops and clicks of my hard drive were replaced by a loud screeching and scratching, like a petrified vocalizing finger in a fan. Only worse. I panicked and shut her down. She did not and will not wake up again.
Perhaps she'll haunt me on Halloween. Then I can ask her for the video clips from the posts that were being finalized after many grueling months, namely "Touch the Ocean: an extrodinary a.m. trek to the Pacific" and the epic "10 Things You Learn in College." All gone. Happy Birthday.
Until I can seek out that which is lost forever, make sure to root for the home team. And notice how much that young lad looks like Egon Spengler (at least in the picture in the first link). I'm ever so excited.
A priest, a rabbi, and Outsource Alan from Dell could not save the soul of my old hard drive. It has since fallen down the proverbial stairs.
At about 6:30 pm yesterday (the hour of Satan), the normal pops and clicks of my hard drive were replaced by a loud screeching and scratching, like a petrified vocalizing finger in a fan. Only worse. I panicked and shut her down. She did not and will not wake up again.
Perhaps she'll haunt me on Halloween. Then I can ask her for the video clips from the posts that were being finalized after many grueling months, namely "Touch the Ocean: an extrodinary a.m. trek to the Pacific" and the epic "10 Things You Learn in College." All gone. Happy Birthday.
Until I can seek out that which is lost forever, make sure to root for the home team. And notice how much that young lad looks like Egon Spengler (at least in the picture in the first link). I'm ever so excited.
posted by Jon at 1:27 PM
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