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2016-06-27 03:48:06 Post No. 29557603
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2016-06-27 03:48:06
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So here's my story.
A while ago, I dropped my (very old) laptop about a foot onto a hardwood floor. The screen cracked and a bunch of the keys popped out. I was pissed at the time because I was a little bit short on cash, and I ended up having to get a cheapass chromebook. But what I really was upset over was my hard drive. It was a 3.5" SATA, and when I dropped it, it got several corrupted sectors. I plugged it into a cheap MicroCenter HD enclosure, pic related. I evacuated everything important and I was about to move on to the less-important (replaceable) content, but then I stopped.
I don't know why, but I unplugged the drive and set it aside. I picked up an old USB hub, plugged it in to the wall adapter, and plugged the drive into the hub. I put the drive to my ear, listening to the little jumps and quirks as it spun, and imagined the bad sectors spreading, I wondered what part of my life was being corrupted; old backups of pictures, another gigabyte of anime, minecraft worlds. It felt like another obligation slid away with every rotation of the disk. I don't know how long I held it there, listening to my data spin away, staring at the shoebox-sized ray of sunlight coming in my basement window. It was the most intensely therapeutic experience of my life. I ended up plugging it in next to my bed and listening to it as I went to sleep. Eventually it failed, and I bought a new HD, put it in the same case, and used that instead. I've been doing this for the last year.
>ITT: autistic habits you have
