That Moment...

That moment when all you did was save the front matter of your WIP from Dropbox to My Documents, and your whole Dropbox Writing folder and everything in it simply disappears.

 

Followed closely by the moment when you thank God you fork over the money every year for cloud back up . . . and the moment it hits you it might be time to shop for a new laptop.

 

Avast lads! It's the Dread Pirate Blueballs!

 

Yeah birthday and christmas cards kind of have a manufactured for-the-sake-of-it feel to them, which to some degree the whole events feel like. But hey, if it's an excuse to have pleasant interactions and eat a bunch of food and all that then why spoil the fun? People will probably know if you mean it or not, and that's what really makes the difference.

 

Christmas cards are the worst! My sister writes sincere notes in my birthday cards that could wring tears out of a dehydrated camel, though. A-ha! That's why they gave you the cards last! They knew they could never match anything you wrote, so it was like, "Well, man, what if we just give 'em to Homes last so he's got no room to write anything good. Then the boss'll never notice how bad we suck."

 

[hopefully] John Francis Bongiovi????

Just kiddin' man. We know you're Guy Fierri or Rocco DiSpirito.

 

Dropbox has a recovery feature that allows you to get back deleted or changed files within a certain time frame.

 

I found that out. Here's the super weird thing: The files in question eventually showed up, intact, on my Desktop, I can't explain how. But the Dropbox site has still not registered that they're missing from the DB directory (I just checked).

Which is why I think the laptop is losing it. I get one or two blue screens a day, and I can click the mouse on one program icon and open the one below it. It's nuts.

 

If your reboot and file loading times are a lot slower, too, then it sounds like your hard drive is getting ready to die.

 

TMW you are sitting down trying to be social and you get this weird ass text
from some stranger out of the blue.

Them: Hey is it ok if I fuck your wife?

Me: No, unless you want to deal with her
detective boyfriend.

Take it that was not what they wanted to
hear, but who the fuck does that?

 

Dunno, what's that they say about people who claim to be in open marriages/relationships? "Trust, but verify?"

 

True, but I am not in an open relationship. Also It would
be a dick thing to give them her number. So I just sent them
on their way.

 

Ah, sorry, I was assuming they had a wrong number in their initial text, trying to get Bridge Troll or Cave Orc's permission for sexyfuntimes with the missus.

 

Well maybe. I haven't gotten any of those calls/texts for like 3 diff guys. But
those people were looking for friends/family, not hey can I do your wife, type
calls. So I will have to give some benefit of the doubt to it being a miss dial,
or they just happen to know somebody who had my number at some point
before I did.

Either way, it is creepy that they would do that anyway.

 

oh shit!!

 

That Somewhat Embarrassing Moment when you hadn’t been writing a story for quite some time that you actually forget your character’s last name!

Sheesh... <goes through notes to remind self>

 

"They" being the Billygoats Gruff of course...I've heard about those goats!

 

TMW you find out that not all good things die out.

 

I love how multiple parts of Gene Hackman's performance in that movie was kept secret from the other actors so he could genuinely surprise and/or freak them out. The boat ride scene with that song in particular applies to the "freak out" bit.

 

Gene Wilder maybe?

Gene Hackman in that role... the mind boggles.

 

Oops good point.

 

TMW when you wouldn't trade places with your MC for any reason.
Cor has racked up a criminal record since being deemed MIA for the sake
of her mission. This is the exchange she has with a Martian Colonial Seargent
that was sent to help her out. And she intends to build on this record.

“What in hell did you do, kid?”

“Misconduct, use of excessive and or extreme force or method of interrogation of prisoners under my supervision. Twenty five counts, each punishable with one hundred lashes, court martial, dishonorable discharge, and ten years in a maximum security military prison. “

“Holy shit!”

“Not exactly,” I return flatly,” Should we succeed, I may not face any of it due the nature of my current status. However, to survive and fail would be much less desired.”

 

Never trust those Colonial NCOs, they're just in it to get full citizenship and will send any number of troopers to their deaths without a second thought.