I'm sulking. The hard drive that contains my movie -- the movie I've been working on for three years -- has crapped out. Nasty gnawing sounds.
The good news -- nay, miraculous news: it looks like everything's been backed up on the back-up drive. We love rsync, and we love Michael Hall!
So, it looks like room 101 has been averted... You know, "the worst thing in the world"? --My limbs all being amputated in slo-mo with a cromulent melon zester? ...Well, that didn't happen.
Still. I'm very small and quiet at the moment, dreading what the doctors will say when they ultimately poke inside HAL 9000...
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Mynock. Chewie, check the rest of Sven's hard drive, make sure there aren't any more attached. They're chewing on the power cables."
The good news -- nay, miraculous news: it looks like everything's been backed up on the back-up drive. We love rsync, and we love Michael Hall!
So, it looks like room 101 has been averted... You know, "the worst thing in the world"? --My limbs all being amputated in slo-mo with a cromulent melon zester? ...Well, that didn't happen.
Still. I'm very small and quiet at the moment, dreading what the doctors will say when they ultimately poke inside HAL 9000...
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Mynock. Chewie, check the rest of Sven's hard drive, make sure there aren't any more attached. They're chewing on the power cables."
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