2004.09.09 a thousand words in every language:
last night when i got home, i downloaded western digital's "handy" little hard drive diagnostic tool and ran it to see what the fuck is wrong with that thorn in my side. this yielded disheartening news, sneding me to a page instructing me to fill out an rma form for an immediate replacement and all but filling that form out for me. it also had this helpful little bit of advice: "back up your data immediately." yeah? no shit? well let me tell you, western digital…I WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO BACK UP MY MOTHERFUCKING DATA, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! BUT IT APPEARS, SADLY ENOUGH, THAT THAT IS THE WHOLE FUCKING PROBLEM!
ahem…
the hard drive is in the hands of a co-worker who has pledged to attempt to salvage my data for me. i'm praying to whatever technology gods there may be. hopefully i don't have to sacrifice anything. well…i guess i could sacrifice that old 386 matt left in the closet. you got a problem with that one, matt?
other than that, just work, work, mountain dew pitch black and more work. i really need to cut back on this cracked out grape soda shit. it was almost impossible to get to sleep, last night.
there's a new pizza-by-the-slice place in town. the difference between this place and your local, mall-anchored sbarro's is that this one is two doors down from kopilot and smack in the middle of the highlands' bustling "bar district." oh yeah…and it's open until 5am. i went down there last night at about 1 to give it a test drive. honestly, i wasn't really optimistic after danny said it wasn't that great and kevin labelled it "the worst pizza he had ever had," but i went anyway. and…those friend sof mine were proven wrong, to an extent. i though it was pretty decent, especially considering it's a brand new place and that most of their clientele will be raging drunk when they eat the food, anyway.
now…i need to get back to work.
m@ said:
sacrifice whatever you need. except perhaps my box of Playboys in the basement… i keep meaning to come pick that up, assuming it's still even there.
plus, there's that whole thing potential converstaion:
"hey, i'm here to pick up my big box of PORN."
"i'm not even gonna ask, man."
"thanks."
brian. said:
Yeah. It would be like you to show up, make me think you want to hang out for once, and then reveal that you're only looking for your porn.
m@ said:
i don't know whether to resent that remark, or to just agree with you…
it would be very like me to show up to hang out with you as a pretense for retrieving my porn, but that *doesn't* mean i don't actually want to hang out with you.
m@ said:
in fact, let's just say that retreiving my porn would be a good excuse to hang out with you. i don't know if sara would think it a good excuse… in fact, she'd probably think it an altogether bad idea, but only because i'd end up with a big box of porn that she'd have to surreptitiously throw out when we get married.
brooksie said:
I've got bad news for you Matt, but I think those Playboys are long gone. I always thought they belonged to Rob that used to live downstairs and that he took them when he moved out. It seems now that they may have been discarded when Terry & Garr cleaned out the basement a while back. Either way, I don't think they're down there anymore. Although you may inquire with Garr.. perhaps he is safeguarding them for you.
brian. said:
You're marrying a woman that won't respect your porn? Sounds like a red flag to me!
m@ said:
actually, i kind of assumed they were gone by now, anyway. it's no biggie.
and yeah, were i to bring porn into the house, i'm sure i'd get an earful. of course, the whole idea is to eliminate the need for porn, by having a beautiful woman on hand at all times.
nevertheless, the porn situation will require re-evaluation at a later date.
brian. said:
Danger! Danger!
m@ said:
well, on second thought, she does know about the small stash i've got currently, and she hasn't tried to guilt me into tossing them, or tried to toss them herself…
brian. said:
Yet. You guard that porn with your life, Matt. It's your tie to reality.