My laptop froze. I tried to reboot it. I got the flashing question mark of death. I tried to resurrect it. Finally, I took it to the repair shop. The guy said, “hard drive failed. Completely.” I didn’t get too upset. I had backups. I saw that the last one was several months ago. I didn’t get too upset. I didn’t keep much on the laptop that was not also on the desktop. Then I remembered. Some websites I had built for others were only on there. Now there’s probably no backups or original files and graphics. Then I remembered. Some ebooks I bought were only on there. There were all the PHP exercises I was working on. Then I remembered. There were lots of applications on that thing. Restoring won’t be easy. I hate that.
Totally grown up and still not able to deal with my own essentially unphotogenic nature. So, now I’m approaching the problem by making self-portraits. TFT. I thought I could play with the processing and obscure or soften this nature, but so far it seems to just spiral down further. For awhile I tried being super-clean shaven. It helped slightly with the aging that premature gray adds (yessss, it is premature), but not so much with the camera. So then I tried facial hair with quotes. That’s a big FAIL too. Gonna change that in the morning. In any case, I’m now reminded of the time my avant-rock/performance group played a house party and we had a really bad night, sounded terrible. After we finished and were breaking down, a woman I knew said to me as she walked by, “You shouldn’t have the green light on you.” Why does the super-ego pile on like that?