from laptop to desktop: a crisis averted

(that has now turned into a large thorn in my side.)

the bright side: my computer LIVES!
everyone go ahead and breathe a sigh of huge relief.

on the other hand, however, it has been reborn into infancy, and thus i have been forced to spoon-feed it information that i had foolishly once imagined to be safe and sound. ah, the falsehoods of complacency. and so, while my wedding/honeymoon/halloween/countless-girls'-night-out photos are all (apparently) intact, they are all also jumbled up into one title-less, order-less, and category-less heap of a folder. i am now subject to sifting through thousands of said photos, re-grouping them individually into categories of my choosing. which, i am sure, after 2 hours or so, will merely end up being categories of sweeping generalizations, such as:

"Photos with Kevin"
"Photos not taken in Illinois"
"I'm in most of these...if not, someone else is. Also, landscapes."

another tearjerker for the crowd: before the infamous Compy Crash of Aught Ten, i had been working diligently on my website, http://amandareader.com/ and upon its completion on Jan 2, i had intended to pay the hosting costs and launch it on the 3rd. now, take a moment to scroll down to my last post. note the date. yes. of course. Compy Crash of Aught Ten occurred mere hours after i had finalized my iWeb project, saved it to my desktop, and taken a few precious moments to prepare my mental self to be hurtled through cyberspace and onto "The Web." perhaps the untimely events that transpired thereafter should simply be seen as knights in shining armor, saving the world from yet another ill-devised-self-promoting website....thus giving me a second chance at creating a more appealing, professional site that will attract a new distinctive crowd. yes. let's hope that's the case.

and here's some solid proof (that, if you choose to save, i would recommend using a disk of some kind, emailing it to yourself, or simply printing it out like people used to do in ancient times so only fire or forgetfulness could lay harm to it.....after all, who relies on hard drives these days, anyway?) of my computer being alive and (mostly) well again after his brain transplant:

his new brain and (an older) me:

regardless, it's nice to be back with mr finkleton once more. he was sorely missed. i have, over the past two Mac-able years, simply forgotten how to adequately use a 'pc computer thing.'

it feels good to be typing on fruit again.

so. happy birthday to me, i guess.