Low content today, I’m afraid. Earlier in the week I was going through my CD back up files and found one of the oldest ones looking, shall we say, sad? As in might someday soon be unreadable sad.
How old is this file? The date listed on it (in a hand I no longer recognize as my own) was July 14, 2002.
Positively ancient, in other words.
I’ve already transferred most of the data over to this oh so modern Devil Box. All of the text files made it over, but a few images didn’t make the cut. As that’s my art work, it’s kind of a bummer.
However, most of the art came through fine, and I hope to find another back up disk somewhere in my mountainous.
What I plan to do today is transfer the old texts files over to a word processing program of a slightly more modern bent. I can’t begin to tell you how tired I am of being asked if I want to buy Microsoft Office every time I click on a file. And it’s only happened twice…