I've lost 158.2 Gb of my stuff. My Lacie portable Hard disk has died. So much for something that cost over 300 dollars and was designed by Porsche. And now I feel poo poo. Actually I feel more like rotten custard has been poured over me while being thrown head first into a mosh pit with people wearing spiky boots, all the while having a little cut on the inside of my mouth that wont go away no matter how much i prod it with my tongue. I've lost nearly all my photos pre-vietnam. Countless memories, me being brutally attacked in Macdonalds, my 18th night out, my friends and I jumping off Commonwealth bridge naked; you know, the usual stuff. Not to mention days and days of my carefully cropped and selected music (40gb), my short films and hundreds of essays and documents from school(but this is more of an annoyance as I was saving them for my sister).
Hopefully it can be restored. I've had a quick browse on the net and I see that hard drive restoring looks quite promising(though I've been careful not to get my hopes up). Although there is one small problem, it cost money. Something I have very little of( not enough for a cheeseburger), and not much chance of me getting any sizable amount in the future. Stupid Ted's Camera store hasn't replied to my resume. Its been over a week and nothing. I totally kick the ass of the kiddies selling stuff in Harvey Norman, Dick smith and JB.
Some day I want to make a website, something along the lines of worldofsmiles.com , someplace where people all over the world could send in a photo of them or someone else smiling. But it seems the domain name is taken by some silly orthodontists. A pox on you, silly orthodontist!
Anyway. I hope all your days were much better than mine, that you orange juice is sweet and seedless and that you bump into a friendly stranger on your daily commute.
Ta ta for now *waves *
Roger
[If you need a smile as badly I do click on the link at the bottom on this journal, the song of the count does not disappoint]
A great artist, My first watcher and a good friend.





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