My laptop has crashed due to a hardware problem - funnily, not long after ICQ 5 was installed. Since it's been sent in for servicing, it's sayonara to all the short stories, novellettes, photos, mp3s, videos and term papers I ever had installed there.
It's a death of some sorts - a lesser one, because now there will be this massive gap of information missing from my life. Everything I relied on, all my projects, sketchings, musings, music (Oh, yes, even that piece I composed for one of modules... I'll never get that back again) all gone. Mostly unreplicatable - like my Diablo 2 savegame files. My high level sorc, the whimsically named two-handed sword. Gone. Gone. Gone.
I should be in a state of depression. But I don't think I am, actually. It's just the sort of shit that life throws at you and frankly, there's nothing much to be done about it now except to wipe off and move on.
Of all the unreplicateable data lost, I think the loss of my midi hurts the most because it's original, and therefore, one of a kind and I could never reproduce something like that again. Well, unless Lisa still has the file with her. Doubtful, it was such a long time ago. The photo loss isn't that bad, because what are photos but snapshots of real life? Memories are so much more fun to toy around with. All my scenery photos are still available on Multiply... but the shots of people.. ah well.
I've said this before somewhere, that death does not make me sad. It is the thoughts of all that has been lost, all that could have been that make me long for what's gone. But how do you mourn an inanimate object?
Because it was part of me, perhaps. I mourn the loss of me.
Well... Seeing as to how some parts might have to be replaced, I'll only be posting sporadically, or not at all, at least for 4 weeks. Also, expect not to see me online at those lovely hours where only the insane and dead are awake. I don't have the ability to come talk to you at that hour anymore. =(
After I get my laptop back though, I would be greatly appreciative of songs and file-sharing to replenish my depleted stock. And *groans*, looks like I will have to start copying and pasting all my stories into one master file again. And whatever progress I may have made that's not been published on opendiary is gone too. Argh.
C'est la vie. C'est la vie.
:: nimezs @ 1:25 pm [+] ::
