I thoughted Friday the 13th was sposed to be a good day. My mom was borned on a Friday the 13th and it has never been unlucky for me. Till today. We rebooted the pooter and instead of it turning back on like it always does, we gotted a skreen wot looked somefing like this:
Oh noes! It woz the black skreen of deth. Wot to do? The boy could not figure it out. Mom emailed a fwend from her werk pooter coz her fwend has a nefew wot werks on pooters. He was nice enuf to come to our house in the evening to has a look. He tolded us the bad news. Our hard drive was ded. I mean, it had done gone to the bridge. We had a long moment of silens. It woz tragik. Mom had not backed up for many months so we losted lots of stuff. Our finanshul data wot buys our noms, the reskoo groop finanshul data, all my pikshurs *sob*. Mom is going to has lots of rekonstrukshun to do. At least she is good bout keeping all her receepts. And mom pwomises she will backup at least weekly now. I is holding her to that.
The boy hooked up his MacBook for us so we is using that temporarily so I can read my e-mails and tweets. I will try to read the bloggies but I is still learning this Mac stuff so I mite be a little slow. It is only hard to teach an old dawg new tricks when it comes to pooters.
RIP hard drive. January 2007 - November 2009