Wednesday, 12 June 2002 | Tricked

I've just spent the majority of my evening restarting my computer and backing up all of my files, thanks to the external CD writer I have connected to my computer. If I had to guess, I would say that I've burned about five CDs successfully and thrown away about 100 since I bought it a year ago. Tonight, it tricked me into thinking that all of my website files had vanished from my computer. That turned out not to be the case, but some of my software is still under that impression.

By now the veins that once connected that diseased little creature to my computer have been ripped out, and the machine itself is sitting ten feet away where it can do no more harm. If I didn't know that my brief period of satisfaction would be followed by regret, I would turn the single unit into a thousand smaller ones, jagged purple shards of plastic, a mess of regurgitated insides that I have never seen.