Lacrimosa dies illa, qua resurget ex favilla judicandus homo reus.
Huic ergo parce, Deus. Pie Jesu Domine, dona eis requiem.
Sorry I haven't posted in recent days, but my G4 — named Opus — kicked the bucket last week. I know this sounds silly, but I wept... I wept mostly because Opus was the last thing in my life that wasn't totally f*cked--so much so, that I never thought about how good I had it.
I spent a better part of the weekend online (on someone else's computer, mine just has this circle with a slash through it, and won't boot from the install disc or any back-up volumes) and trying to get in touch with Apple, and trying not to end up on top of a clock-tower with a rifle. I won't go into details, but let's just say this shouldn't have happened, as far as everything on paper goes, but...
Well here we are. I did manage to recover my external drive data — after a few short prayers, and a a few hours in Disk Utility repair options — so some of the extras I've been working on (my PNSexplosion 100th Episode Megamix, the custom icon sets I've made for The Gay Pimp, Entertainment Beat With Frances Gumm and the PNSexplosion podcasts a sample of which I've posted here, and my various personal music projects) are intact in one form or another...
but Opus (named for both the musical and comic strip meanings of the word), or at least the Opus I know is gone.