Better Version of Me

Suffice to say, I'm right now backing up my entire hard drive.  And lest that external hard drive give up the ghost, I'm backing up the entirety of my "My Documents" folder onto a thumb flash drive - 8gigs! 

I am now officially chastened by this whole thing.  And exhausted.  Jeez, that was a stressful way to spend the day.  It's one thing to be unproductive - a precept for which I am generally in favor, given the right time, right place, blah blah, but when you're unproductive despite all efforts to actually BE productive, then stress ensues.  I am now drinking something containing taurine and creatine.  Neither here nor there, but if the productivity sneaks up on me, I shall be ready to lasso it and ride it into a future of completed scripts.  It's also an homage to Roger Clemens who I've never liked, especially after he hucked part of a broken bat at someone.  CP - you remember that game I'm talking about?

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[caloso]

It was Mike Piazza (which I believe is Italian for putz) and whom I never liked and for whom I never rooted, UNTIL HGH-boy hucked a splintery piece of ash at him. And then HGH-boy claimed that he thought it was the ball.

Okay, I could see that. The bat cylindrical; the ball is spherical. So they share a similar cross-section. But remember that this isn't kickball. You still have to throw it to first, not at the runner.

World-class doper and douchebag.

[moira]

That's IT! Oh, jeez - it's worse than I remember.