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48 hours in stasis (office chair remix)
Feb. 23rd, 2004 04:45 pmI spent the entire weekend patiently loading a large portion of our CD collection onto my spankin' new hard drive. Even though it only takes 3-4 minutes per CD, that's 3-4 minutes where I really couldn't do anything else with the computer. Multiply that by a couple hundred... I ripped about 2500 songs, and I've still got around 67GB of storage left. It does make me wish I knew of a way to somehow transfer vinyl, since there are about 1200 albums and a like number of singles that I'd love to have as .mp3s.
Ooh, lookit all the e-mails. Let's ignore them and do the Match.com attraction tests instead...
...which tell me nothing new. If you're dark and skinny with a big nose, I'm hot for you. If you're a girl, I like you short. If you're a boy, I like you tall. With exceptions for...the exceptions. The test did point out to me, however, how ridiculous my "standards" are. I thought the photos of the men, especially, were sadly unattractive. There were a couple of women who were ridiculously hot, per me, but most of them were below par, too. And, of course, you've seen pictures of me. I'm not winning any prizes for the most part, but I can attract the superpretty--at least the boys--through sheer force of will. Girls always hate me. It's absolutely true.
back to computer issues: The old drive that I shared with Mr. Glove is apparently dead and resistant to all efforts at resuscitation. Which sucks because it holds a bunch of unrecoverable/unrecreatable files. Things like the layered .psd files for all the covers I've made, and all the manips I've done, which are mostly just kept for reasons of neurosis. However, for instance, the cover I did for Thamiris' The Rules of Blue has at least three complete versions of a Superman body with costume and cape that I painstakingly built out of parts, in addition to the one you actually see in the finished .jpg. I was going to use those in at least two more covers I have left on my list and now I can't. Which makes me feel a loss and a level of panic that is clearly disproportionate to the actual degree of tragedy involved here.
Not to mention the yaaar-matey-pirated software that is ALL GONE. And the rich variety of porn clips. And all the versions of all of my stories, including the extras that I took out before sending to beta. Fuckity.
Mr. Glove has promised that at some future point when he doesn't want to smash all computers with a hammer, he will try again to recover my data, but I have been told to keep my hopes closer to the hopeless end of the spectrum.
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On a skim of the list, I see the first few Escapade reports. I am jealous of the Escapaders. I was supposed to go! I had to give up my place and I wish I knew who, specifically, to resent. Feh. I'll go next year.
~~~
sekrit msg to muffin: doll, you know you're gorgeous to me and pretty much everyone else. I haven't looked at the pictures yet, but I will. Oh! and if you still have that disk I made you? I need a copy of it after all.
sekrit msg to dana: I got your msgs. I will fix things.
Ooh, lookit all the e-mails. Let's ignore them and do the Match.com attraction tests instead...
...which tell me nothing new. If you're dark and skinny with a big nose, I'm hot for you. If you're a girl, I like you short. If you're a boy, I like you tall. With exceptions for...the exceptions. The test did point out to me, however, how ridiculous my "standards" are. I thought the photos of the men, especially, were sadly unattractive. There were a couple of women who were ridiculously hot, per me, but most of them were below par, too. And, of course, you've seen pictures of me. I'm not winning any prizes for the most part, but I can attract the superpretty--at least the boys--through sheer force of will. Girls always hate me. It's absolutely true.
back to computer issues: The old drive that I shared with Mr. Glove is apparently dead and resistant to all efforts at resuscitation. Which sucks because it holds a bunch of unrecoverable/unrecreatable files. Things like the layered .psd files for all the covers I've made, and all the manips I've done, which are mostly just kept for reasons of neurosis. However, for instance, the cover I did for Thamiris' The Rules of Blue has at least three complete versions of a Superman body with costume and cape that I painstakingly built out of parts, in addition to the one you actually see in the finished .jpg. I was going to use those in at least two more covers I have left on my list and now I can't. Which makes me feel a loss and a level of panic that is clearly disproportionate to the actual degree of tragedy involved here.
Not to mention the yaaar-matey-pirated software that is ALL GONE. And the rich variety of porn clips. And all the versions of all of my stories, including the extras that I took out before sending to beta. Fuckity.
Mr. Glove has promised that at some future point when he doesn't want to smash all computers with a hammer, he will try again to recover my data, but I have been told to keep my hopes closer to the hopeless end of the spectrum.
~~~
On a skim of the list, I see the first few Escapade reports. I am jealous of the Escapaders. I was supposed to go! I had to give up my place and I wish I knew who, specifically, to resent. Feh. I'll go next year.
~~~
sekrit msg to muffin: doll, you know you're gorgeous to me and pretty much everyone else. I haven't looked at the pictures yet, but I will. Oh! and if you still have that disk I made you? I need a copy of it after all.
sekrit msg to dana: I got your msgs. I will fix things.
