My Zen's Last Stand.

In my efforts to restore my music library to its former glory (read: get everything again so that I can actually use my Last.fm page again) I’ve had to give my Zen Microphoto life support. I’m afraid that this just might be the last time I can actually do that. Regularly, now, I have to use Goblin Tech Support to get it to run—that just means you bang on it in the right place until it operates.

In light of this, I decided I’d pull everything off of it and put it onto an external hard drive.

(Actually, it’s an internal connected with a power supply connected to the machine with a USB bridge.)

To make sure I don’t lose the better half of my library though, I’m going to have to make sure I set it onto this drive. It’ll take a while—going from one USB devise to another after all—but the majority of the stuff on it is rares, and since the storage is disk based, it’s all transferable.

Call me sentimental though—I don’t want to get rid of it. This little white thing was the first big purchase I made. First high-tech device. First exposure to the awesomeness of having hours upon hours of music in the back pocket of a denim skirt.

And, I will admit, first session of random, iPod-commercial-style dancing with headphones attached.

If I can salvage the hardware, I will be quite happy. If not...well, I think what I might do, is I might put it up in one of those little clear cases with a plaque with something clever written on it: The Groovy Results of A Hard Day’s Work, or something like that.

 

I’m a nerd, so what?

Painfully aware that it is four o'clock in the morning--but after that, something interesting!

If I am to be shot for that joke, then please let it be in the leg so that someone will actually go in and fix my knee.

The pain in my leg, as of this writing, is not allowing me to sleep.  Neither is it allowing me to rest, because if I don't move it at least slightly it progresses to the point where I simply cannot cope.  Stabbing, burning, searing--and tonight, what I think equates to wringing the muscle out like a towel.

Of course I'd like to sleep.  It's a little difficult.  Even with my favorite ambient on in the background, Hypnos fails to grace me with even the ability to nap.

So instead I'm up blogging again.

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( On the upside, I have an interesting story. )