
You have to be of a certain generation to know that line from one flew over the cuckoos nest, from the lovely Nurse Ratchett, who was as rat-shit as her name implied.
I lost my hardrive last thursday, not in a bus or anything like that. It died, in my hands, at 3pm. Yes I tried plugging it into the another half dozen computers in the house and down the road in perfect strangers houses. I tried CPR and the tickle monster, but no, it was dead..d...e...d...DEAD.
On this hardrive was my life...
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