R.I.P., H.P.

My friends, it is with a heavy heart that I must report the death of my close friend, Hewlitt Packard. On Thursday night, at approximately 10:04 PM, I was sitting at my work desk next to HP, when he suffered a debillitating stroke. According to Sanji, the HP tech support guy in Bangla-freaking-por, Hewlitt's hard drive "burned out"; the reason: "machines just wear out sometimes".

Of course machines just wear out, but after only three months? I am vexed.

I am vexed not only at the bad fortune of the event, but also at the sheer loss of genius which Hewlitt Packard had aquired of the past three months. Hours upon hours upon hours of work: gone. Hundreds of spanish vocabulary words integrated into Microsoft Power Point for studying: gone.

Over fifty episodes of dubbed, bittorrented anime: gone.

Three unfinished, brilliantly progressive web series being developed in Macromedia Flash, totaling around some 36 hours of design conceptualizing and implementation. Not to mention the script writing. Not to mention the story I was planning on submitting to a writing contest through USF's English department.

Yep. Gone. All of it. So I am now writing this post with my Sidekick II, which thankfully still works, though typing a post this long is exhausting. So, I'll catch ya later. Hopefully