The other day, the computer threw a wobbly. A brain fart; a hard drive amnesia blast.
I'd got up in the morning, switched the computer on, and went to make a coffee. I glanced over at the screen after a few moments expecting to see 'Welcome', but all I got was a torrent of white writing scrolling upwards on a black background.
'Hmmm', I said out loud; or words to that effect.
I tried to read the writing as it whizzed upwards. Most of what I could see were picture file names, and the odd words like 'orphaned file'.
Orphans? What was going on?
I hit a few keys, but nothing happened.
I decided to let it carry on while I made my coffee.
After a while it stopped all the nonsense, and fired up as usual.
I sat down yesterday, or was it the day before .......... anyway, I was looking for a particular picture. I knew where to find it on the computer, because I'm fairly organised on here. It's just life I have a chaotic approach to.
So, I find the folder, open it up, and start to look through the thumbnails of the pictures when ........ a blank! A neat little empty square where a picture should be.
I moved the mouse over it, and it came back with the information, 0kb. The picture had disappeared.
I have a system of various pictures that I want to keep, duplicated in folders; and also backed up on an external drive.
I looked in another folder, and there was the copy of my picture.
I went through a couple of other folders, and found half a dozen other missing files. Maybe these were the 'orphans' that were rushing up the screen the other day?
Now, I've got literally thousands of pictures on my hard drives in the computer. They go back to 2008, and some beyond that. I back up fairly regularly to external drives, but the problem now is, how many other 'orphans' have I got lurking amongst them? At some stage I'm going to have to go through everything.
I've done a virus scan, and it's come back clear.
Maybe the computer is feeling a bit old, like me. It is getting on for two, at least.
I'm finding things a little difficult and strange at times; a bit older than two.
I forget stuff, which is annoying, but not the end of the world.
I drop stuff, which is bloody annoying, and I knock stuff over. Some would say I'm 'clumsy', but I think not.
Maybe I'm heading towards the Recycle Bin these days.
When I sit, relaxing, I find myself aware that my right hand is tapping out to some unheard beat, or rhythm.
Getting older isn't all its cracked up to be. Sometimes it's shit.
Enjoy your day.