To friends
If any of you still read this, let me just say one thing:
My computer died about three weeks ago. I just got it working yesterday, spending six hours on the phone with Thalmin Fhalaphbel the Jolly Bengali. I was elbow-deep into my computer. I felt like Madonna's OBGYN.
De dee dee da dee dee dee. TELEGRAPH OFFICE. JOKE INCOMING. De de da dee dee.
Anyway...
Long story short - my critical files are intact. My program files are dead. My writings are intact. My mp3s, DVDs, and South Parks are dead. My eMail archives are dead, likewise MY EMAIL ADDRESS BOOK.
This was poor thinking on my part.
So to recap:
MARK, WILL, any of my FRIENDS who I am SORELY NEGLECTING - davekov@gwu.edu is my eMail address. Could you do me the GREAT favor of sending me a quick set of bits, because I feel like an ass not being in regular correspondance to you.
Wierdest part - in a 100-word LJ post, I can see the influence of a day spent reading Tucker Max stories.
www.tuckermax.com (not for Iszys)
0dk0
My computer died about three weeks ago. I just got it working yesterday, spending six hours on the phone with Thalmin Fhalaphbel the Jolly Bengali. I was elbow-deep into my computer. I felt like Madonna's OBGYN.
De dee dee da dee dee dee. TELEGRAPH OFFICE. JOKE INCOMING. De de da dee dee.
Anyway...
Long story short - my critical files are intact. My program files are dead. My writings are intact. My mp3s, DVDs, and South Parks are dead. My eMail archives are dead, likewise MY EMAIL ADDRESS BOOK.
This was poor thinking on my part.
So to recap:
MARK, WILL, any of my FRIENDS who I am SORELY NEGLECTING - davekov@gwu.edu is my eMail address. Could you do me the GREAT favor of sending me a quick set of bits, because I feel like an ass not being in regular correspondance to you.
Wierdest part - in a 100-word LJ post, I can see the influence of a day spent reading Tucker Max stories.
www.tuckermax.com (not for Iszys)
0dk0