Woe!
Let's talk about Suspicious Noises.
There's the type that mean someone is outside, in your bushes, and you should fetch the police. There are the type that mean the cats have discovered that they can indeed ingest half a box of donuts (box incl.) There are the type that mean your transmission is about to fall out of your car and go rolling away down the street to its new home as the centerpiece of a found art installation entitled "Cabbages".
And there is the noise that means your laptop's hard drive requires Immediate Attention, Right Now.
I got that kind of Suspicious Noise today.
Fortunately, nothing had melted yet and the nice technician, Jeff, said he'd probably be able to get my .doc files and my photography transferred over (and yes, there are backups, but like the translations scribed by monks in remote monasteries of old, they are not 100% up to date. Or free of sacramental wine stains...)
So for the weekend I toil on Petunia, the small pink Auxilary Sidekick Laptop, and await the cessation of the Suspicious Noise from the Mothership Laptop's hard drive. And am very grateful for things like Gmail and Flickr, which keep most of my immediately necessary information and data handily archived.
Still, a little woe. Won't you join me?
Originally published at Caitlin Kittredge.
There's the type that mean someone is outside, in your bushes, and you should fetch the police. There are the type that mean the cats have discovered that they can indeed ingest half a box of donuts (box incl.) There are the type that mean your transmission is about to fall out of your car and go rolling away down the street to its new home as the centerpiece of a found art installation entitled "Cabbages".
And there is the noise that means your laptop's hard drive requires Immediate Attention, Right Now.
I got that kind of Suspicious Noise today.
Fortunately, nothing had melted yet and the nice technician, Jeff, said he'd probably be able to get my .doc files and my photography transferred over (and yes, there are backups, but like the translations scribed by monks in remote monasteries of old, they are not 100% up to date. Or free of sacramental wine stains...)
So for the weekend I toil on Petunia, the small pink Auxilary Sidekick Laptop, and await the cessation of the Suspicious Noise from the Mothership Laptop's hard drive. And am very grateful for things like Gmail and Flickr, which keep most of my immediately necessary information and data handily archived.
Still, a little woe. Won't you join me?
Originally published at Caitlin Kittredge.