Yesterday, one of our hard drives died. These things happen. One moment it’s full of the joys of swapping bits, and the next its shiny platters are in the air, motionless.
In a liminal space between data and non-data, where cats exist and don’t exist, some nameless entities are enjoying 100GB of music. It’s nice to think that tentacled Elder Gods could be grooving to our extensive playlist.
We probably have about 20GB of the music in various mp3 files on my laptop and two music players, and of course we have the original CDs. So, it’s not lost. It’s just going to be a hell of a job ripping our entire music library to mp3… again.
I took the news calmly. Worse things happen to people. It’s just data. It can be replaced. And a new 500GB hard drive is damn good value these days.