That's not what the Death card means

post 9
written 2005-09-10 13:53:00

So, I think I've complained to just about everyone about this, but just in case:

I got back from my summer in PA to find that something - heat, a power surge, voodoo - had murdered my computer, or at least my computer's OS. This was something of a blow to me, as this computer was relatively new. I bought another desktop against the recommendations of my laptop-using friends. It's nice. I have broadband now, and the flat-panel monitor I got for the old box, and all in all I feel like a representative of the 21st century computer user.

However, I'm slowly realizing how much stuff was on that old box. Mikey says he can fix it, but I won't be PA-bound for at least a few months. For instance, I kept a Word file of all the phone numbers and addresses I might need on there. All my auto-remember passwords for various websites were on there. All the music that Jill totally legally downloaded was on there. All the stuff I wrote when I was entertaining thoughts of having skill at writing was on there. (No, it wasn't any good, but it had sentimental value to me.)

So, periodically, I come over, fire up my computer, and search for something that just isn't there. And that's disturbing.

So, if you're reading this, you might send me an e-mail, at the usual address, with your phone number and address if you like, and by sending it by e-mail, I'll have the e-mail address. (Carrie, this includes you.) That would be good.

Also, if there's anyone who should be made aware of this page, please let them know, or let me know to let them know. Because I'm apparently dumb and forget these things.

I'm off to do homework. On a Saturday. In the middle of the day.

9.10.05, 1:53 PM, EDT, Ada, Ohio

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