This is a short stop motion piece made of win. Take a trip back to the 8 bit days via Legos.

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Skip to the epilogue, as the following will just make you hate computers and people or bore you.

One of my external hard drives, or a portion of it to be more precise, decided to disappear two days ago. How’s that? No it didn’t walk away, just vanished from my desktop. The other partition, on the same drive, just sat there whistling like he knew nothing of his cohort’s whereabouts.
Well, if one partitions is there, the other must be out there, I’ll just grab my recovery program for just such an occassion and try to revive…Hey, you know where that program is, ON THE PARTITION THAT HAS VANISHED!

Fast forward past the geekery, I recover everything, but the files I was trying to copy when the drive made with the invisibility act. Well, my itunes library seems to be a bit of a mess, and possibly incomplete. Sad, but at least I didn’t lose everything. However, the partition that I saved is acting up, misbehaving and freaking me out, now. To be safe, I believe I should format it and start over tomorrow. I borrow a drive to move everything onto while I format mine. I scheduled some time in an editing suite at work, set the drives up, started the transfer, locked the door and headed off to teach my class.

Upon returning, the computer has been powered down. WTF! Someone at work let another person use the suite(during my scheduled time!) AND the idiot failed to notice that it was actually in use!

Now, my drive has a new folder on it, created when I start the computer, called “lost + found.” A nifty folder full of 40 or more numbered folders containing a file here a file there, important stuff all mixed up to hell. Color me pissed.

Epilogue

I have the Cheers theme song in my head, as I finish my rant. You see, on the day my troubles started, I had recovered most of my data and came up with a plan to reformat the drive. My day was ruined, and I was still in a panic/shock about the whole situation. Then, I played PacMan on my old PS One. As I plotted my way through the maze dodging Blinkey, the problems of my hard drive, my carrer and my finances faded away. My mission was to avoid being eaten, and if I was pushed, well, I would strike back with a power-pellet fueled vengence.
My life is complicated enough, I don’t need to play a game with an elaborate universe of characters and items. I don’t want to decipher a code, or complete a puzzle, understanding the opposite sex provides me with enough of that in the real world. No, I need to focus my energy. I need to eat dots. I need to eat them all. Maybe I’ll have some fruit too. They can’t catch me, for I am the Pac-Man.
I lost track of time, and I think I might be a year older. Avoiding the ghosts is like crack to me. I will try to eat every dot on the screen before I eat a power-pellet. I force myself to stop and go to bed. The next morning, I remember that there’s something wrong with my drive, but I don’t know what.

Oh well, what I really need to do is stay positive. I need to play Pac-man. Better yet, I need to share the love. Pac-man for everyone. Click here for a much needed distraction. Become one with the chomper. Be the power-pellet. You think you know Pac? Bring it, there’s a highscore board, prove it. Notice on the right, there is a new page called Arcade, that is where you’ll find my yellow friend in the future, until I offend someone and lose my site.

By the way, getting the highscores to work provided me with a bit of a challenge, but two beers later with the deletion of some code, it seems to work. Huh. Comment here and let me know if you have problems with it, but like I said it seems to work fine right now.