Random Bunneh Photo #1

Eeyore is a very curious rabbit indeed.
Eeyore is a very curious rabbit indeed.
My hard drive died, and I may not be able to recover any of the data.
NO I DIDN’T FREAKING BACK UP. That’s everyone’s first question. Is it really normal for people to back up their hard drive? I wish I had, but I’ve been surprised by the number of people who seem shocked that no, I haven’t backed up onto an external hard drive, and no, I don’t have Dropbox. If I could go back I sure freaking would.
Platinum Data Recovery is saying there’s a 20% chance of recovery. If they can’t recover it, $300. If they can, $945, which makes me want to wet my pants a little bit but is a small price to pay for getting my shit back.
I’m trying not to think about the fact that when the weatherman says there’s a 20% chance of rain, nobody takes an umbrella.
I’m also trying not to think about everything on that hard drive. A brief sample:
So yeah. Pretty much 10+ years of all of my photos, creative writing, and my entire academic career. On a scratched piece of metal that’s about to go into something called a “clean room” for “extraction.” I’m picturing the clean room as the place the Architect hangs out in the Matrix sequels. The Platinum Data guys are all dressed in white linen suits with mirrored glasses, looking at my poor little hard drive on a big marble pillar. A green laser comes on, plays over the hard drive. It glows. The laser stops, and one of the white suit guys walks over and stares intently. Then… what? Do I get my shit back? Or does one scratch permanently wipe out everything I’ve put down on virtual paper since I was 16?
As long as I get my Bentley photos back, I’ll be fine. Right?
Bentley bunny in a box.
I’m hoping I’ll use this blog to aggregate content I write for other sources, and possibly add some new stuff as well.
Like pictures of my bunnies.
Eeyore meets a kitty. Maybe the cutest thing ever.