Maybe that procrastination thing isn’t so great after all…
BySo over the weekend, I somehow spent a lot of time organizing computer stuff. Thousands of photos, for instance, in random files. If I opened the “My Pictures” file, there was about a 50/50 chance the computer would just crash. Clearly, it was time to do something.
But this started a hunt. Although I had thousands of photos, not all of them were the right photos. Where, for instance, were the photos from the European vacation I took with my daughter in 2002? Can’t find ‘em. How about Rome? Totally absent. And, for someone who’s always taking shots as I go along, it just seems like I should have MORE.
Some of this is the print/digital divide, of course. Somewhere there’s a box, and I’ll have to ship the negatives off to have them scanned in. So, in attempting to stop hyperventalating, I decided to keep cleaning stuff in the computer, and moved on to the My Docs folder.
Mistake!* After migrating through many computers over the last 16 years, lots of things that I thought were archived are missing. The most important of which is writing. Lots of writing. I started ripping through cabinets, looking for media that might have it. There are some diskettes that might be promising…if I had a way to actually read them, of course. And I did find a CD that I’d, with great foresight, backed up in 2002.
And apparently, with that same wonderful foresight, protected those files in some way I’ve since forgotten about, since it keeps telling me I don’t have authority to access the files.
It’s actually kinda funny. I’m gonna go get a drink and think about how damn amusing it is…
* If you haven’t heard of comedian Dana Gould, go right over to his website and watch some of his videos. They’re too long to link to, but years ago, he did this bit that’s stayed with me, and pops into my head at (in)opportune moments.
He wishes that we could each have our own little Jimmy-Cricket typea guy, who would pop into your life in a tux, top hat, etc, throw his arms out dramatically and sing “Mis-taaaake!” whenever you’re about to step in some trouble.
EDITED TO ADD:
I tried to find a short video or whatnot, but here’s the closest I could get. It’s a short mp3 from his CD that doesn’t have the original full explanation, but does have him saying the trademark phrase…
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