The Race Against Time

This is my external Firewire Harddrive. Let's call it Jane.

Jane is dying. When my computer tried to initialize Jane early this afternoon, Jane responded by making a sound that can best be described as "gravel being pumped through a V8 engine". This isn't good for me or for Jane. I suspect that she's about to take all 120 Gigs of digital information with her to the big trash can in the sky...er...garage.

My situation is not utterly without hope. A new era of computing is on its way in the form of a new Macbook Pro. Unfortunately, that era is scheduled to arrive sometime in late February, while Jane's demise is scheduled to arrive any second now.

I ask only this: pray for Jane. Pray for her and her $175 worth of iTunes downloads ($110 of which are from Pepsi bottlecaps). Pray for all of the dancing banana icons I've saved to her. Most importantly, pray that she doesn't explode. If that happens my face will be smashed to bits by Firewire-enabled shrapnel. I'm not looking forward to having a smashed face.