If you look at the headline and expect a review of the widely popular TV series, you are mistaken. This is about lost time, lost memories, and lost tempers.
On Tuesday, around 9PM my MacBook decided that it had enough and quit working with a massive harddrive crash. All CPR attempts failed miserably. I can boot up the computer from disk, but all utility/recovery software I've used can't even find the harddrive anymore. If I try to boot up normally, I get the grey screen of death with a blinking question mark filled folder icon and the dreaded clicking sound of metal-on-metal drive destroying action.
Not too bad you say? Apple has great service? Sure, they get me a new harddrive in no time, BUT OF COURSE I DIDN'T BACKUP ANY OF MY DATA. Which basically means, that all songs, pictures, other files that I added since last June are LOST. I am furious, at myself. I should know better than this.... AHHHHHHH.
Well, I could try to have the drive restored, but that's a couple hundred bucks. It's mostly pictures that I care about, especially the NZ ones, but I do have a good amount of those on Flikr and some CD/DVD's so I am not loosing everything.
But still.... And, I have nobody else to blame but myself. That makes the loss so much harder to swallow.
At least, we have a long weekend coming up and the weather is just perfect, sunny, warm, with a cool breeze from the ocean. I might head up north and check out Portland. A couple of hours on the shores of the Atlantic, that should calm me down.
