Christmas Crash
Dec. 25th, 2006 05:55 amTurns out that there were some problematic bits on my F drive. In the fixing of these problematic bits, I lost a bit of my music collection. The biggest blow was my Nine Inch Nails collection ... or it would have been if that hadn't been one of the things I burned for
dodgyhoodoo's listening pleasure the other week. I'll be ripping that stuff back again fairly soon. I think on the whole that everything I really can't live without that went missing can be easily replaced from
dodgyhoodoo's collection, either immediately or when we get his hard drive back online. I have the CDs for one or two of the bits. Some of it's even stashed away on iStress. Now, okay, having lost the Battle Royale soundtracks sucks donkey balls, but I'm looking on the bright side - on the whole, I haven't lost much. Though I will be devoting some serious time this week to burning backups of everything. This will take some time, but better that than losing everything the next time my F drive decides to bork. I really should have run that disc check properly the first time around. Live and learn.
And of course I can't sleep. Too busy going through my iTunes folders to make sure I know what's going on and assessing what I've lost. Oh, and listening to Bob Dylan. And, like a little kid, counting down until it's late enough to wake
dodgyhoodoo so we can open presents. Yes, I'm curious about what I got, but my most fun part of Christmas is watching people's reactions to what I got them. Mr Hoodoo, as
beepbeep calls him, is a bit of a stoic type and so I measure my success at the present-buying by how much his face lights up and how enthusiastic the "Oh, cool" is when he sees what's under the wrapping paper.
We did do the 'open one present on Christmas Eve' thing - I got The Manual, he picked V - the Miniseries. We sat down and watched Shikoku, one of
weaselbitch's presents to
dodgyhoodoo, to keep with the 'ghost story on Christmas Eve' tradition, and then there was Torchwood. And later today, there will be possibly breakfast (maybe) and opening the rest of the presents, including the individually wrapped chocolate bars and packets of crisps and things from
dodgyhoodoo's Nan. If I have to get used to this 'extended family' thing, I'm glad the extended family I have to get used to is a little eccentric. After all, it would go against all reason and tradition if anything about my life was 100% normal...
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