I once lost 2 Gigs of (unbacked-up) original audio to a twitchy Jaz disc. I
found that screaming a lone expletive at high noon, at the top of my lungs
in the middle of a packed film school to be remarkably therapeutic.
(Yes, I'm pissed off, and now, by gosh, everyone knows it.)
----- Original Message -----
From: "Damien Broderick" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent: Saturday, November 18, 2000 2:43 PM
Subject: trashing the hypothetical hard drive
> At 09:39 PM 17/11/00 -0800, Jason Joel Thompson wrote:
> >Let's get that bastard who trashed yer stuff, dude!
> Hey, if it'd actually happened outside of a nasty thought experiment, I'd
> be after the bastard myself with a gelding knife. :)
> Or, more likely, sitting catatonic somewhere sucking my thumb.
> Damien Broderick
> [in final editing mode on the happily untrashed manuscript]
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