Why the internet exists.
Monday, November 6th, 2006I know this is ancient, but I was cleaning out my bookmarks and there it was. It really doesn’t get any better than this.
I know this is ancient, but I was cleaning out my bookmarks and there it was. It really doesn’t get any better than this.
i’m really noticing how much i use music to manage my moods and even out the rough bits in my life, now that i do not have any music available to me as my restoration software chugs away on my drive, saving my music, slowly, song by song. 125 albums done, 2422 to go! maybe by the end of the weekend i’ll have most of it back and available.
back at the beginning, sinking, spinning…
just back from a week (!) in vegas. had a blast. relaxed during the day, and… well, didn’t relax much at night. lots of fun.
coming back from a vacation like that is always somewhat jarring. more so this time than ever before. choices, decisions, whatever. how does one ever know if one’s making the right choice? what is the right choice, the right path, the correct thing to do? i always have the sneaking suspicion things would be much easier if i was either religious or stupid. of course, i tend to think those things go hand in hand, but that’s just because i’m a snarky asshole.
big questions aside, right now, the most pertinent question in my life is WHY THE FUCK DO ALL MY FIREWIRE DRIVES KEEP CRASHING? and even more importantly, when i have every single bit of music i’ve ever owned on one of them, why did i not back it up?
So I sit and watch a disk recovery program trawl through and try to save as much as possible. Fun.