A Moment of Silence(hint: NOT a sad post)

I'm moving on Sunday, as part of my move, I decided to get some new furniture and organize my shit. As part of this "re-org" I learned my computer totally blows ass, and as a reasonably old adult with good credit, I can buy a new one and pay that bad boy off in 2 years or less time, with no finance charges, awesome!

So I brought my old computer to Best Buy last night to have them transfer data, remove all the bullshit from the new one, and make that fucker dance. I know there are people who have the ability to do stuff like this, but I'm not one of them and didn't want to bug any of them that I knew for this, as the price for it was fair. So I got the call today that everything went smoothly, except for the fact that my D drive was corrupted and they could not save it.  My d drive was the hard drive from my original computer (original in the last 5 years at least), so that means all that information is gone. My roommate Jim originally moved this over when I got my new/old computer 3 years ago, and I had zero problems with it. This saddens me, not because I'm losing correspondence, thoughts of my own I joted down, or even clever little thing I downloaded (and eventually lead me to NEED to get my current/former computer in the first place), but most importantly, I just lost all my porn.

Without going into (more) gory details, lets just say I put a fair amount of effort into not only acquiring but also maintaining that collection, and it had taken several years. I'd honest to God got to the point where I could jump into the specially named folder (downloads) and instantly view whatever my heart desired. Lets say I wanted to know what two young bouncy college girls might try if they were locked in their door room for the night (even as the room appears to have no doors), or to discover the answers that a "geographical pop quiz" can have, when peformed by a young teacher on her legally-aged student, in the privace of her husband is off traveling apartment. Or one of my favorite acronym hunting young gents, looking to treat a woman as specially, and as many, times as possible in one evening. Il'l be honest, I'm a single dude who doesn't seem women naked all that much, so for me, this was like going to foreign films, skydiving, or perhaps traveling is for folks who get to see the opposite sex naked on a regular basis.  I won't lie, I'm so saddened now it's difficult to type.

We all know I"ll replace that shit to the best of my ability, but lets put some perspective on this. I used to live in a house with not only 2 other people, but my SISTER. So now, I'm moving to my own place, where I can play WoW with my pants off (and still can, BOOYA!), but where my porn didn't have to maintain ANY level of secrecy or planning to view at my convenience. (so hard to not use the word, pleasure there, but that's for another post) So, that timing fucking sucks. (pauses at the ironic nostalgia of that last sentence) Also, the secretive nature of it would disappear, hell, Super's Fucking Porn is a great folder title and will still probably get used. But we must rebuild, and considering I feel like I'm rebuilding many parts of my life right now, it's hard for that one (unlike WoW) to take any priority in my life. Also, if you've ever bought porn online before, there's a certain "dance with the devil feeling" that makes you feel dirty, unlike the porn itself of course, that makes me not look forward to doing it again anytime soon.

So, at some point today, please pause, in rememberance of my fallen porn collection, you were a great companion, a suprising motivator at times, not to mention always there for me, as long as my roommates were not in the house. You will be missed. . . .