A requiem for my laptop
Mr. Fuzzums, my beloved laptop, is dead. It was sudden. Last night, I was milling about on the internet, elated that we again have power (Snowmageddon took it out for nearly a week), when I was suddenly struck by a craving for hot cocoa. Two minutes later, I nestled back in my chair with a mug and come cake, only to find that Mr. Fuzzum's battery has died. He's an old(ish) Hp Pavilion, so this happens pretty often. But when I plugged him back in, the screen went all crazy demon-possessed and now...nothing. Nadda. Zilch.
He's gone. Crossed over. Given up the ghost. GONZO.
I'M CRUSHED. In my infinite stupidity, I neglected to back-up any of my files from the past year...namely, everything I've written since high school, several hundred megs of photos, a fuck-ton of music, 100+ pages of notes for Puu Projekt, scripts for the webcomic, etc. Basically, my life.
I'm trying my damnedest to contain my rage and not throw a complete tantrum. Instead, I will mourn. Let us have a moment of silence for Mr. Fuzzums.
He's gone. Crossed over. Given up the ghost. GONZO.
I'M CRUSHED. In my infinite stupidity, I neglected to back-up any of my files from the past year...namely, everything I've written since high school, several hundred megs of photos, a fuck-ton of music, 100+ pages of notes for Puu Projekt, scripts for the webcomic, etc. Basically, my life.
I'm trying my damnedest to contain my rage and not throw a complete tantrum. Instead, I will mourn. Let us have a moment of silence for Mr. Fuzzums.