When hard-drives get wiped...
Friday, December 15th, 2006 06:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouSome time ago, I think over the summer actually, one of my lovely f-listers posted a link to an artist on Flickr. Her name, I think, was Stephanik or some such, and I just loved her work. However, thanks to the disaster that wiped all my work (I'm still trying to get over that one), I also lost my bookmarks. And Flickr apparently does NOT have a "close-enough" function in their search engine to allow me to find her page again. So please, please, please, would you send me that link so I can find it again? *Auntie bats her eyelashes appealingly and clasps her little hands under her chin*
Also, thanks to the hard-drive wipe, those of you who sent me your addresses will either be getting late Christmas cards from me, or not at all. I THOUGHT I had written them down (usually I do) but no, I didn't. I looked in my "low tech Blackberry," which is what I call the notebook I keep in my purse or pocket at all times (I also call it my brain) and, alas, no, I didn't write it in there, either. I will make a confession to y'all. If Auntie doesn't write things down, she forgets. I don't have to necessarily LOOK at it later... just the act of writing it down is enough to implant it in my memory. Sort of like programming my OWN hard-drive, you know? So, my notebook is full of stuff like, "Call Husbandly One to remind him to pick up pens for Miss Priss," or "Miss Priss has running club TODAY," as well as story ideas, paragraphs, lists of what I need to do, and other memoranda. I am sure one day, when I am very old, one of my kids, or grand-kids, will find my little fat notebooks and get a great deal of entertainment reading through them, wondering what the hell most of it means. As long as I understand what it all means, I guess there's no problem!
Andmoonlitwalks, honey? If you could give me an idea of what kind of fic you'd like, I'll write it up for you. I still want to pay you back for the lovely icon you made for me! Let me know!
Love,
Auntie
Also, thanks to the hard-drive wipe, those of you who sent me your addresses will either be getting late Christmas cards from me, or not at all. I THOUGHT I had written them down (usually I do) but no, I didn't. I looked in my "low tech Blackberry," which is what I call the notebook I keep in my purse or pocket at all times (I also call it my brain) and, alas, no, I didn't write it in there, either. I will make a confession to y'all. If Auntie doesn't write things down, she forgets. I don't have to necessarily LOOK at it later... just the act of writing it down is enough to implant it in my memory. Sort of like programming my OWN hard-drive, you know? So, my notebook is full of stuff like, "Call Husbandly One to remind him to pick up pens for Miss Priss," or "Miss Priss has running club TODAY," as well as story ideas, paragraphs, lists of what I need to do, and other memoranda. I am sure one day, when I am very old, one of my kids, or grand-kids, will find my little fat notebooks and get a great deal of entertainment reading through them, wondering what the hell most of it means. As long as I understand what it all means, I guess there's no problem!
And
moonlitwalks, honey? If you could give me an idea of what kind of fic you'd like, I'll write it up for you. I still want to pay you back for the lovely icon you made for me! Let me know! Love,
Auntie
