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BlackShanglan said:
I've just cleaned up the yard with a 95-pound dog attached to a rake.

Me: "Fool. It is a rake. It is not a toy."

Fooldog: "PLAY WITH ME! PLAY WITH ME! BARK BARK BARK BARK *eats rake*"

Me: "*Sigh*."

You can do what we did and just abandon the yard to the dogs. We're outnumbered anyway. :D
 
I lost everything... everything on my pc, my new story, my novel info, my pictures,.... everything.... I just... can't do this
 
Elizabetht said:
I lost everything... everything on my pc, my new story, my novel info, my pictures,.... everything.... I just... can't do this

Oh my God. What happened??? :rose:
 
Elizabetht said:
I lost everything... everything on my pc, my new story, my novel info, my pictures,.... everything.... I just... can't do this

Oh, I am so very sorry! Have you tried any sort of emergency recovery service? Sometimes they can pull off miracles.
 
Elizabetht said:
I lost everything... everything on my pc, my new story, my novel info, my pictures,.... everything.... I just... can't do this

Elizabetht, that is awful. What happened?
 
Aurora Black said:
Oh my God. What happened??? :rose:

I have no idea...last saturday I turne don the pc... it was acting alittle weird and had me worried... I woke up on sunday and it wouldn't do anything, I had some weird blue screen error that made no sense... I couldnt get it to start at all, nothing worked... so I had to get another one... I know sounds dumb but I go to school on the pc and I had to get back out on the road again

BlackShanglan said:
Oh, I am so very sorry! Have you tried any sort of emergency recovery service? Sometimes they can pull off miracles.

my nephew who is a pc geek of the first waters has it, HOPEFULLY, the little bugger and pull something out of his hat and work with it

neonlyte said:
Elizabetht, that is awful. What happened?

poof gone, fried or something, I have no idea why it did it however... I am trying hard to just breath and put things back together... slowly... I don't even want to think of all of the work that I lost yet
 
Elizabetht said:
I lost everything... everything on my pc, my new story, my novel info, my pictures,.... everything.... I just... can't do this
oh that sucks... been there, done that, still have the cyber scars!
now I back my stuff up on a 1gig datadrive I can carry with me.
 
I interrupt this string of unrelated (mostly) blurts and burps to announce that Shanglan has the Voting Thread started for the Crimes of Carnal Writing challenge. Go read, go vote! (and be careful -- no food or drink unless you put a raincoat on your computer!)
 
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Elizabetht said:
poof gone, fried or something, I have no idea why it did it however... I am trying hard to just breath and put things back together... slowly... I don't even want to think of all of the work that I lost yet

This makes me mourn poor Horatio all over again. He was the most supremely devoted of friends; three times he felt the grip of death upon him, but never gave over the struggle until he'd warned me and all of my worldly goods were safe.

Rest well, good friend.

Shanglan




Alas, poor Horatio, I knew you well.
A fellow of infinite jest and spirit,
Wont to set me roaring when Windows collapsed
In spite of us both - but you no less bitter than I.
More an antique Roman than a Dane,
You stood nobly by me through every trial,
Even when an unwitting friend
Shot a screw through your skull and your USB cable.

You were with me when Will came into my mind
With a hoof-beat and a whisk of tail;
You were there when Edgemont whispered to me
That it was time for the pen and all sacrifice with it.
You were there when I became the horse.
We were one.

When you heard Death's footfall, you thought nothing of yourself;
Only gave warning of your flagging drive
And saved all that was dear to me, held in your care.
Thrice taken to earth in the undiscovered country,
You returned each time renewed and redoubled,
And never once left your post until backups were safely run.

I cannot follow now -
Not to the chop shop of odds and ends on the workbench
Where your mortal frame will reside,
But to that farthest land from whose borders no man returns,
Nor any thing of thought or spirit that once was dear to him.
Rest well, Horatio, your job well done,
And your passing much mourned.
 
BlackShanglan said:
This makes me mourn poor Horatio all over again. He was the most supremely devoted of friends; three times he felt the grip of death upon him, but never gave over the struggle until he'd warned me and all of my worldly goods were safe.

Rest well, good friend.

Shanglan




Alas, poor Horatio, I knew you well.
A fellow of infinite jest and spirit,
Wont to set me roaring when Windows collapsed
In spite of us both - but you no less bitter than I.
More an antique Roman than a Dane,
You stood nobly by me through every trial,
Even when an unwitting friend
Shot a screw through your skull and your USB cable.

You were with me when Will came into my mind
With a hoof-beat and a whisk of tail;
You were there when Edgemont whispered to me
That it was time for the pen and all sacrifice with it.
You were there when I became the horse.
We were one.

When you heard Death's footfall, you thought nothing of yourself;
Only gave warning of your flagging drive
And saved all that was dear to me, held in your care.
Thrice taken to earth in the undiscovered country,
You returned each time renewed and redoubled,
And never once left your post until backups were safely run.

I cannot follow now -
Not to the chop shop of odds and ends on the workbench
Where your mortal frame will reside,
But to that farthest land from whose borders no man returns,
Nor any thing of thought or spirit that once was dear to him.
Rest well, Horatio, your job well done,
And your passing much mourned.

*sniffs* I think I would put this on lola's head stone if she were to have one.

Lola, my lovely laptop left this mortal coil in the early hours of Friday morning.
 
Okay.... writing a poem for a deceased laptop I can see (I wrote a haiku about my favorite flip-flops- titled Orange flip flops thrown away )

but naming a computer? That's just... strange
 
carsonshepherd said:
Okay.... writing a poem for a deceased laptop I can see (I wrote a haiku about my favorite flip-flops- titled Orange flip flops thrown away )

but naming a computer? That's just... strange

My computer not only has a name (Bastet, Feline Goddess of the Universe), but it has an attitude...

http://www.museculture.com/Laptop.jpg
 
Mine has a fortune-cookie fortune taped to it, but other than that (and the dust) it's totally generic...

I think it's male though.
 
carsonshepherd said:
Mine has a fortune-cookie fortune taped to it, but other than that (and the dust) it's totally generic...

I think it's male though.

*shock* :eek:

I'd pictured you as an expert on male gender identification, Carson! Don't go blowing away my illusions like that without some WARNING or a safety signal or something! GEEZ! ;)
 
carsonshepherd said:
You make people realize that there exist other beauties in this world.

How cool a fortune is that for a writer?

Yup. But, y'know, you're supposed to tack on "in bed" to all fortunes. ;)

Mine says: Your dearest wish will come true.
 
Somewhere in the last few days I went over 15,000 posts and didn't notice.

Am I getting jaded or what? ;)
 
rgraham666 said:
Somewhere in the last few days I went over 15,000 posts and didn't notice.

Am I getting jaded or what? ;)

Probably.

:D

(You know, Rob, I first thought you'd written, "Am I getting naked or what?")

My bad.

;)
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
Probably.

:D

(You know, Rob, I first thought you'd written, "Am I getting naked or what?")

My bad.

;)

For you, beautiful, anything. Just ask. ;)

Why is the saying "Famous last words" reverberating in my head?
 
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