I'd really planned on doing some serious writing over the last couple of weeks, especially since I was off work for over a week with a shoulder injury. I did a pretty good FDGB (fall down, go boom) - fortunately without doing a face plant! - with help from one of our critters. No broken bones or ligament tears, but two weeks later the arm still doesn't work as it should and hurts like hell if I move it in the wrong direction. My doc says it could take up to a year to heal completely.
Perfect time to do a little catch-up on physically non-demanding tasks, like maybe some long overdue data-file sort-and-purge. It's less taxing on the injured arm than sitting and keyboarding, since I can do the mouse work and most of the keyboarding one-handed. Good plan, right? Well, not so much. The injured arm may not be getting a workout, but my patience and sanity certainly are!
See, one of the hard drives in our oldest computer has been making some truly ugly noises of late, so I figured I'd use the time to retrieve my files from it. Gods help me, I didn't realize how much shit there was on there until I started! If I wade through them and delete what I don't want before moving everything over to an external HD, I'll still be working on that when the drive fails, so it's move-then-sort time.
The easy way to do it would be to just clone both of the hard drives and then delete the extraneous stuff . . . except everything won't fit onto just one of the backup drives - which BTW, already have a lot of accumulated miscellanea archived on them - so I find myself forced to use not one, not two, but THREE external drives to do this, including Techgeek's NAS.
Yeah. It's that bad.
I have an almost unbelievable amount of stuff (mostly recipes, videos, reference documents, etc.) stored "to deal with later". And I have to move it file by file, folder by folder, manually selecting what to move, and to where, doing more godsdamned drag-and-drop than Carter has little liver pills.
And just to keep life interesting, Squidboy wants me to deauthorize his old computer from multiple iTunes accounts, and before I can do that I need to burn to disk all of his MP3s I want to keep. (He paid for a bunch of them over the last several years with my account, but I don't know which ones.) I think it's disk #20 that's burning right now. I'm almost out of CD-RWs and still have an unknown number to go.
So over the course of the last several days, I have been running between three different computers in three different rooms, on two different levels of the house. My two backup drives aren't hooked into a wireless router, so I can't unplug my laptop and make it one room on each level. At this point I am so confused about what I was doing where, and which files didn't transfer completely because it'd hit an unreadable file and stop dead without telling me it hadn't completed the transfer. You can probably imagine how delighted I was when I discovered this after spending hours and hours setting up file transfers and then going off to work elsewhere while the data bits flowed.
By the time I have everything transfered and sorted, I may be ready for a nice, quiet, padded cell. If you happen to see a chubby middle-aged lunatic sitting in a driveway, cussing and beating a computer tower to death with a rock, that'll be me.
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