I got my first Apple Computer in 1986 when I was 17 years old. It was an Apple IIC and it was love at first sight. Ever since, I've been a die-hard Mac addict.
My Macs have been with me through the good times and the bad. They've traveled all over the world with me and been time capsules of many fond memories. Over the past 20 years, I've gone through countless Macs, converted hundreds of people and loved each Mac greater than the last. Their simplicity, elegance, beauty and power had only served to reinforce my undying faith and devotion.
Sunday, for the first time ever, my hard drive crashed.
On the one hand, it gives me a perfect excuse to go out and get the awesome new MacBook Pro. On the other hand, I'm bummed because I hadn't backed up all my data in about a month. Not only may I have possibly lost some great photos of the Peanut but I also lost quite a bit of valuable data (including my work on Fermat's Theorem, cognitive science and the origin of language.)
Oh yeah, I also lost some funny posts about constipation and my collection of "yo mama" jokes.
The worst part of my hard drive crash? For the entire week, I'm forced to use a Windows PC for the first time in my life. Personally, this makes me feel like the love child of Aldrich Ames and Ethel Rosenberg. I think I'd rather see my mother in a whorehouse than on a Windows PC.
Of course, that could just be me.
Anyway, posting will be light this week. However, MetroDad would like to offer a public service announcement to all of you, recommending that you back up all your data as frequently as possible. Otherwise, like me, you may be taking out a second mortgage on your house to pay a team of NASA-trained data-recovery specialists to retrieve your valuable collection of "yo mama" jokes.
Now, excuse me while I go try and figure out what the hell "C:\<Directory>\D" means. Aarrgh!