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7 years ago
Sorry I've been a little quiet here lately. To be honest, I'm likely to crash right after this, for reasons that shall become apparent.
While I was away in Columbus, OH for the TSA-Bash 2018 ("Brokebash", so dubbed for obvious monetary reasons), my little nephew David got bored and opened up my desktop computer. Nothing horrible, but he didn't get the RAM seated properly before closing the case, so it wouldn't boot up -- a repair cost just $10, so I took it in on Saturday and got it back today (tight schedule).
Well, I spent most of today running around to take my sister's eldest to an appointment in downtown Dallas, then pick up the computer before a work-mandated haircut. I just got home less than an hour ago. Hooked up the computer, booted it up...
And only my nephew's name came up on the login screen. Nobody else's. Certainly not MINE, that of the guy who built this computer from parts selected by a friend in Connecticut, then paid for the repair shop to figure out that I'd overlooked a power cable inside. Turned out little David needed admin privileges to install Grand Theft Auto Online, so he got the computer's security to wipe and reinstall.
Yeah. Everything I had on this computer is gone.
Everything.
Stories I wrote when I was still living with my mother. Gone.
Pictures of friends and family that have passed on. Gone.
Programs you can't even pirate anymore. Gone.
Aside from screaming at the brat for five minutes straight, I'm just kind of... numb. So many memories, so many bits and pieces of my past, wiped away because my nephew wanted to download GTA Online onto my desktop and figured the simplest way was to wipe the computer and start from scratch.
. . .
Good night, folks. I feel tired. Tired and in need of much chocolate.
While I was away in Columbus, OH for the TSA-Bash 2018 ("Brokebash", so dubbed for obvious monetary reasons), my little nephew David got bored and opened up my desktop computer. Nothing horrible, but he didn't get the RAM seated properly before closing the case, so it wouldn't boot up -- a repair cost just $10, so I took it in on Saturday and got it back today (tight schedule).
Well, I spent most of today running around to take my sister's eldest to an appointment in downtown Dallas, then pick up the computer before a work-mandated haircut. I just got home less than an hour ago. Hooked up the computer, booted it up...
And only my nephew's name came up on the login screen. Nobody else's. Certainly not MINE, that of the guy who built this computer from parts selected by a friend in Connecticut, then paid for the repair shop to figure out that I'd overlooked a power cable inside. Turned out little David needed admin privileges to install Grand Theft Auto Online, so he got the computer's security to wipe and reinstall.
Yeah. Everything I had on this computer is gone.
Everything.
Stories I wrote when I was still living with my mother. Gone.
Pictures of friends and family that have passed on. Gone.
Programs you can't even pirate anymore. Gone.
Aside from screaming at the brat for five minutes straight, I'm just kind of... numb. So many memories, so many bits and pieces of my past, wiped away because my nephew wanted to download GTA Online onto my desktop and figured the simplest way was to wipe the computer and start from scratch.
. . .
Good night, folks. I feel tired. Tired and in need of much chocolate.
And yes, that kid needs some serious time out, maybe even to see his toys broken to know what it is like.
Dominus tecum