08.21.01
A friend of mine came in for a haircut today, after which, I took him out for lunch at an overpriced, if tasty, bistro.
Later in the evening, he called me to tell me that upon arriving home from our outing, he discovered that some sick bastard had broken into his house, drugged his dog, and stolen his laptop computer.
Not the big-ass television.
Not the 25-disc cd player.
Not the playstation, the vcr, the dvd player, or the oodles of other hot ticket items in the house.
Not the zillions in fine jewelry floating around.
Just the laptop.
But dude, that totally sucks.
He just lost all of his financial documentation, his gaming campaign that he's been writing for the last 6 months, years of journals, scads of cookies on his harddrive enabling him to access all the places he likes to frequent, not to mention 10 years of carefully acquired and maintained porn.
Oh, the humanity*!
At least the dog's okay.
*Okay, that's a little tongue in cheek, but I'm being sarcastic about the porn. The rest of it really sucks, and I feel really badly for him. That's why I paranoiacally** back up everything on disc. I've already had one computer meltdown, and Windoze on another require a complete reinstall. I don't wanna do that again any time soon.
**I may have actually made this word up, but what I mean is "in or like the fashion of a paranoiac," a paranoiac being someone that is paranoid or suffers from paranoia.
