After a huge computer clusterfuck, where my hard drive decided that it was more corrupt than a Republican Congressman, things finally are (mostly) back to normal.

I awoke Saturday morning to discover that my computer was stuck on the boot sequence. Seems the hard drive no longer existed, at least according to the OS. Some time and much panic later, I determined that, yes, my hard drive was shot, and all my files were gone. Gone.

I was not pleased, as you may imagine.

So I bought a new hard drive, although a heavy cloud of gloom and depression was settling above me. My music, list of authors, porn, and more: All of it was now so much worthless digital bits. The one bright spot was that all of my stories and other creative endeavors were still alive, having been continuously saved onto a flash drive after each writing session. Still, despite this small fortune, I was not in a good mood.

Enter Ryan.

In the hopes of somehow rescuing my mortally-wounded hard drive and its veritable cornucopia of files, I had been getting in contact with anyone I knew who had experience with computers and their hidden nether regions. Ryan happened to be the first person to get back to me, and, remarkably, his solution worked. I was able to miraculously reconnect the all-but-dead hard drive to my new one, and recover all of my lost files. Every last one of ‘em. Now I just have to go through the tedious process of reinstalling all of my programs and whatnot; a tedium I’ve readily and enthusiastically been sitting through. It would seem of ill-spirit to complain, since I have my precious musics and porns and whatnots back.

I know I shouldn’t let my computer and its many files own me, but goddamnit I wanted that shit back. And now I do. So may the gods smile down upon you and bless you, Ryan. And while I’m at it, may the gods bless Robin Hood, since, whenever you god(s)-bless anyone, it’s, like, an unwritten rule or something to bless Robin Hood. I read it on Wikipedia. I think. Or I could’ve just made that up.

JAB