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[166] Live free or die!
So, if you follow me on Twitter, you'll know that some weird shit went down with my phone last night that kinda derailed any hope of productivity. I will summarize it here for posterity, because as much as the running joke that I live over a hellmouth is great and all, THIS WAS REALLY FUCKING WEIRD.
Plugged my phone into my computer to upload photos upon getting home, tired and disoriented from lots and lots of driving. Got to 12 out of 183 uploaded before everything went bloop and just disappeared off my screen. When I went to my pictures folder, there was a new folder with today's date, just like there should have been.
Except this is all that was in it.
THAT IS A FUCKING PICTURE OF A PENTAGRAM THAT (as near as I can tell, anyway) EXISTS NOWHERE ON MY PHONE. According to the properties, it was created March 2nd, 1970, and that's all I've got on it.
THAT'S WEIRD, RIGHT? Tech-savvy people, is this just a thing that happens sometimes? I'm sure there's a normal explanation for this that amounts to 'machines be weird sometimes' but seriously, that is creepy as shit.
In the end, I had to use Dropbox to get my photos onto my computer, since I sure as shit didn't want to try THAT again, so to celebrate, have 37 pictures of beautiful Alberta forests and also dinosaurs.
OH, AND THE WEDDING WAS AWESOME. Aside from the part where my heels were super damn high and I scraped the shit out of one knee on my way down the aisle. I was behind a tree, though, so only my opposite groomsman and the bride saw, BOOYA.
Plugged my phone into my computer to upload photos upon getting home, tired and disoriented from lots and lots of driving. Got to 12 out of 183 uploaded before everything went bloop and just disappeared off my screen. When I went to my pictures folder, there was a new folder with today's date, just like there should have been.
Except this is all that was in it.
THAT IS A FUCKING PICTURE OF A PENTAGRAM THAT (as near as I can tell, anyway) EXISTS NOWHERE ON MY PHONE. According to the properties, it was created March 2nd, 1970, and that's all I've got on it.
THAT'S WEIRD, RIGHT? Tech-savvy people, is this just a thing that happens sometimes? I'm sure there's a normal explanation for this that amounts to 'machines be weird sometimes' but seriously, that is creepy as shit.
In the end, I had to use Dropbox to get my photos onto my computer, since I sure as shit didn't want to try THAT again, so to celebrate, have 37 pictures of beautiful Alberta forests and also dinosaurs.
OH, AND THE WEDDING WAS AWESOME. Aside from the part where my heels were super damn high and I scraped the shit out of one knee on my way down the aisle. I was behind a tree, though, so only my opposite groomsman and the bride saw, BOOYA.