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The Blondness Strikes Again

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

The Blondness Strikes Again

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After nearly losing one-third of AMC in a data loss, I thought I'd learned my lesson and subscribed to Data Deposit Box. Since then, I have become one of those annoying people who often looks down her nose at authors who do not have automatic data backup systems and advise them to try the service.

About two months ago, an acquaintance of mine from the Henneth-Annun email list kindly wrote to me and offered me digital copies of Tolkien's books, knowing that I often type in long quotes by hand to my emails and betas to illustrate what I was saying. I took her up on her offer, promptly downloaded "the interesting stuff," and left the rest for another day.

Of course, it got lost.

Of course, it wasn't backed up.

So I spent most of the day today getting up the nerve to email her and ask for her to send again the volumes that were lost. I am terrible in asking people to do favors for me. To do anything for me. It's actually a character flaw, I suspect; even in my days as a kitchen manager, I would always assign the hardest and dirtiest jobs to myself. (Except changing the fryer oil because 140-pound me carrying a metal tub filled with ten gallons of cooking oil is an amusing if not slightly dangerous sight.) But I suppose that it is a testament of my desire for these digital books that I did write and ask--the last thing that I did before leaving work and losing my nerve--and she is going to send them again.

And they will be backed up this time. I can't believe that I didn't back them up before; it is literally a matter of saving something to my hard drive to put it in my Data Deposit Box, yet I didn't do it.

Lesson: Back up your stuff. All of it.

In other news, Bobby cleaned out all of my fillings and sauces from the fridge yesterday. Since I haven't made candy since Mother's Day, the shelf life was over on all of them. Wow, I had a lot of stuff in there: caramel, chocolate syrup, hot fudge, strawberry creme, mint creme, butter-rum creme, vanilla butternut creme, and peanut butter sauce, all homemade. (Of course! As if! *acts all offended and such*) It made quite an interesting-smelling and -looking concoction in the bottom of the sink and also made me a bit sad: all those yummy sauces gone to waste.

Which made me realize that I have not, indeed, made candy since Mother's Day. What kind of bad confectioner am I to not make any candy at all for five months?

I was also bad because I picked off the scab on one of my knuckles. Bobby scolded me. It's all pink and raw-looking again.

Today was just a humbling day.

ETA: I am super-behind in replying to comments. Today, I caught up (most) of my emails and finished today's Haunted Tuesday story, so tonight and tomorrow, I will try to catch up on the rest.
  • Blondness? What if redheads have problems like those, too? ;) (Though I'm not a confectioner and I stupidly cut myself with a razor rather than picking at a scab... and I guess you could argue maybe there is some blond in me... genetically, at least :P)

    I spent four and a half months in Ireland, plus visited Belgium, London, and Switzerland while I was there, and Mom and I went to Liechtenstein, which was one of her life's goals (I took a picture of her standing in front of a "Welcome to Liechtenstein" sign and all!). I got tons of photos, some of which uploaded to Photobucket, which unfortunately resized them, and then as soon as I got back home to Connecticut? *zap* Hard drive dies! Pictures that were not copied to Photobucket or my Comcast webspace at the time are inaccessable until I can get the drive recovered.

    Then with the new hard drive that computer got later, one day, some file got flawed and wouldn't let me use my profile properly (so my settings were all messed up and couldn't be fixed). I tried to solve the problem by just creating a new profile and copying all my files to it, but when I got to my gigantic music folder, I thought, "It'd probably be better to cut and paste to save space..." The computer said it was cut and pasted properly, and I was satisfied, until I went to play some music later.

    ...absolutely no music files anywhere to be found. And of course, since I'd cut instead of copied in the first profile, I didn't have them backed up there. Hooray for having to rerip over 120 CD's to restore your music playlist! :P

    *grumbles at self* (Though my more grumbly question is: why can't data just not be lost and hard drives not fail? :P)

    < /inane rambling>
    • What if redheads have problems like those, too? ;)

      I've come to the conclusion that there must be an autosomal dominant gene for "stupid!", because I have similar problems, and my hair is brown. ;)
    • *hugs you 'til you squeak!*

      There, there, sweetie--- Would you like a cookie and a cup of my yummy cocoa?

    • Ouch on losing all of that music. That is a severe pain in the fundament.

      I learned my lesson the day that I popped my USB key into my laptop and it would not work. Aaaand...one-third of AMC was on it. *facepalm* I was saved by outdated State-government technology, actually, because my old comp at work did not have extra USB ports, so I couldn't use my key. I therefore had to email chapters to myself to work on between work and home. There, my pack-rattery saved me as well: I hadn't deleted the emails, even though they took up a good amount of space in my account. I ended up losing only two sections (versus five or six), which amounted to about four chapters (versus ten or twelve).

      But that was the day when I hurried my butt over to datadepositbox.com and signed up for the service. Now I don't have to worry.

      Though my more grumbly question is: why can't data just not be lost and hard drives not fail? :P

      Because that would make life too easy and faaar less interesting! :^P
  • Since then, I have become one of those annoying people who often looks down her nose at authors who do not have automatic data backup systems and advise them to try the service.

    Ouch, I didn't realize you looked down on me so. *sniff*

    Lol, I should probably do a backup of my stuff...I haven't since the spring (not that there's much new or important. Just my drabble document and maybe a handful of others.)

    I am terrible in asking people to do favors for me. To do anything for me.

    I'm somewhat like that, except not when it comes to asking someone to re-send something. I don't know what your reason for this is, but I know for me that it's because I don't often trust people to do things right/well enough.

    I was also bad because I picked off the scab on one of my knuckles.

    Tsk tsk. I give myself scars doing that.
    • Lol, I should probably do a backup of my stuff...I haven't since the spring

      *cough* Data Deposit Box! *coughcough*

      It's a penny per meg of storage, so for those things that you listed, it'd be what? One penny each month??

      And it backs up automatically whenever your computer is idle, so no worry over saving backups ever again. ;)

      I don't know what your reason for this is, but I know for me that it's because I don't often trust people to do things right/well enough.

      That was certainly often my reason at The Piece. I would ask someone to, say, clean the refrigerated unit. After they were "done," I would see that it still had bits of sauce stuck to outside of it and I could smell that it wasn't bleached. So isn't it easier for me to take it apart and clean it myself, since I'm going to have to do so anyway?

      The only thing I would ask people to do for me was clean the grill plate. I was too short to reach the back without burning my arms and hands with 400-degree oil, and besides, cleaning a huge grill plate is hard when you don't have the height/leverage to easily reach the back! Luckily, most of the guys were happy to scrub the grill if I mopped and cleaned/bleached the other surfaces.

      I hate asking people to send things to me or do things for me because--even for five minutes of time--I'm worried that I will inconvenience them or that my existence alone is not worth the effort and time it will take. Yet I will gladly do favors for people that take hours of my time...yes, I recognize the illogical thinking here. :^/

      Tsk tsk. I give myself scars doing that.

      Me too. It doesn't help that I tend to have frail/fragile skin that scars easily. I still have a scar on my finger from a burn gotten cleaning the grill at The Piece four years ago. Heh.
      • *coughokaydamnicantreallyarguemoneywhenweretalkingpenniescough*

        So isn't it easier for me to take it apart and clean it myself, since I'm going to have to do so anyway?

        For the same basic reason, I hate group projects!

        I hate asking people to send things to me or do things for me because--even for five minutes of time--I'm worried that I will inconvenience them or that my existence alone is not worth the effort and time it will take.

        O.o

        I still have a scar on my finger from a burn gotten cleaning the grill at The Piece four years ago. Heh.

        Well, I still have a scar on my finger from a burn gotten touching a red hot fork twelve years ago! I win. :P
        • For the same basic reason, I hate group projects!

          Oh, group projects.... *seethes* Bobby and I were once expected to design a magazine with two other classmates who were also friends. This was 11th grade. Well, Bobby and I did 90% of the work, and the articles turned in by the other two required so much editing that it was disgusting. Well, when it came time for evaluations, I think that they assumed that because we were friends, we'd cover for them. Hell no.

          In university, I dumped two other women and did a project by myself because I'd done all of the work anyway. They had to start from scratch halfway through the semester. Oops. Not.

          Unless I'm working with Bobby, I don't care to work with other people on projects. It might sound stuck-up, but they generally don't have the same standards that I have, and I hate going behind them and fixing what would have been faster to do myself.

          I hate asking people to send things to me or do things for me because--even for five minutes of time--I'm worried that I will inconvenience them or that my existence alone is not worth the effort and time it will take.

          O.o


          I should mention that some of this feeling comes from knowing how I feel when RL friends tend to become a bit too liberal in asking favors. It gets old really, really fast, especially when they're not willing to reciprocate. I don't want to become one of those people.

          I have one friend who is always grabbing me to "help her with this" or "look at that" with her. Truthfully, I don't give a shit. And she shows absolutely zero interest in my life where it does not concern her. (Good friend, eh? See why I prefer to hang out online?) It gets old. I feel used. So I worry about nickle-and-diming my friends like she does to me.

          Well, I still have a scar on my finger from a burn gotten touching a red hot fork twelve years ago! I win. :P

          Yep. I'll give you that one. ;)
          • Well, Bobby and I did 90% of the work, and the articles turned in by the other two required so much editing that it was disgusting.

            Yeah, I redid some guys graphs for a lab project, which he had hand drawn. Ugh. And one time, I had to give a "group speech" involving two different fields (we did art and science), so I was going to talk about horse training/behavior, and she was supposed to talk about art. Unfortunately, she also liked horses, and so she ended up going on and on about *my* part! We also only had a 7 minute time limit (though everyone swore the prof said 8, sigh). Group projects suck. Either they make more work because one person does it all, or they make more work because if you have a good group, you still have to divide up the info, find times to meet, etc.

            It gets old really, really fast, especially when they're not willing to reciprocate. I don't want to become one of those people.

            Well, since you seem quite willing to reciprocate, I wouldn't worry about that. And if it were me, I'd tell the RL person to leave me the hell alone, because I don't give a damn. (Hey, sometimes the truth is cruel!)
            • Well, I've been ignoring a cell phone message she left me four days ago. Unfortunately, that is MO for me, so she probably thinks, "Nothing odd there." :^P

              (Not that I hate phones or anything....)
              • Haha, ignoring cell phone messages. I didn't call my father back the other day because his message said, "I just wanted to know what the doctor said about your ankle..." (this was Thursday, so I hadn't gone). I hardly ever get calls, so I don't even have to worry about ignoring them. Though if I don't know who it is or caller ID says "private caller" or "unknown", I don't answer. This annoys my mom, but I am a firm believer in the motto, "If it's important, they'll leave a message."
                • That's my motto too. And I get maybe three calls per week? One of whom is usually Bobby.

                  Ask any of my RL friends, and they'll tell you: Leave a voicemail with Dawn, and chances are, you're not getting called back.

                  I simply have--and have always had--this extraordinary aversion to telephones. I find it very unpleasant to talk to most people on the phone. It's more intimate than IM yet not so intimate as face-to-face...I find myself needing to get off the phone and not knowing how to politely end the conversation. Or the other person rambles at me for fifteen minutes straight while Bobby's tapping his foot because we have to leave for somewhere. In face-to-face, it's easier to perceive when a person is antsy or needs to leave. In IM, it's hard for one person to monopolize the conversation.

                  If/when I start my own business, one of the things I fear might make me fail is my aversion to talking on the phone. Hopefully, by then, everything will be handled on the Internet. :^P
                  • That's too bad, because I love to leave messages! In fact, often when I call someone, I listen to the ring thinking "Please don't answer. Please don't answer!" and when it rolls over to that wonderful sound, "Hi, we can't come to the phone right now..." I practically jump for joy. ;P

                    I find myself needing to get off the phone and not knowing how to politely end the conversation.

                    That's when you hang up and say you lost your connection. :P Just kidding.
  • I read somewhere once that picking scabs isn't such a horrible thing as we've been led to believe. Apparently, the picking is an instinct, and it's supposed to do something like keep the wound flexible or something. Anyway, it's not such a naughty thing to do.
    • Thanks for the consolation! :^D Since this post, I've successfully lost three of the five scabs anyway. Four of them are on my knuckles, so every time my finger bends, it tends to pull it away a bit. Last night, a bit of one came off while walking around in Borders, so I nonchalantly picked it off and flicked it away only to look down a few minutes later and find my finger all bloodied. Yuck.

      Picking/losing scabs is bad for me if only because being blood-injury phobic, that shiny, yucky skin under scabs tends to make me lightheaded and slightly ill, and every time something touches it...*cringe*. All I can think about are all the germs in places where they're not supposed to be.

      Ironically, after having a mild freak-out over my bloodied finger last night, what movie did I go see? Texas Chainsaw Massacre....
  • "I am terrible in asking people to do favors for me. To do anything for me. It's actually a character flaw, I suspect; "

    Ha! I have got the same, though not asking people I know for something on the net, all depends what is it. Actually I learned from net asking of favours, especially concerning net activities - a virus, a backup, lost file, etc. But I will not ask anyone for help in RL if I am not forced to do it. All depends on the subject of course, I will ask how to get to train station or what time is it ;) But I'll struggle alone with heavy bag and bad moods. I can't picture me asking people for food or money on a street if I had to. I'm afraid I can't say "please" in important life moments. Like "please don't leave me" for example. Giving orders would be much easier for me.

    Once while reading a story when a character was asking "please" so many times (useless in his particular situation) I thought I should write a story when my alter ego would have to ask for help or use this horrible word. Any character I have now would never say it. Can you picture Maedhros asking Morgoth "please set me free"? No, he'll bite his tongue, but never give up, never fall on his knees. Even if he has to pay with his blood, pain and life. Fëanáro will not ask Morgoth either, he would order the dark Vala to give Silmarili back, if only he ever got him.
    Of course I am not that tough, but I might pay for this foolish pride one day.
    Pride, or fear to hear "no". This is example how to hijack someone's journal to make some wonky analyses XD

    BTW, I do have these electronic versions and can send them to you whenever you need them :)
    • But I will not ask anyone for help in RL if I am not forced to do it.

      Me neither. I have hurt myself pretty badly doing things that--had I asked someone for help--would have been easily taken care of for me.

      Part of it, for me, is that I believed myself a weak female for much of my life, until I got a bit older. Now I'm eager to prove the opposite, even at the expense of health or comfort. So I hauled all of my dive gear, tore my hip again, and couldn't walk for a day. I had several of my male classmates ask if I wanted help; "Nope, I can do it myself," I said. And I can...but I tore my healing hip in the process.

      Was that smart? Probably not. :)

      I'm afraid I can't say "please" in important life moments. Like "please don't leave me" for example. Giving orders would be much easier for me.

      I'm the opposite there! When I was a kitchen manager, I would most often say something like, "When you get a chance, could you please stock the freezer? It's no hurry, and let me know if you need any help." :^P

      If anything, I use "please" and "thank you" to where it is silly. Talking on the phone at my job, I would catch myself thanking people who called me for help! That's silly. I try to be more aware of that now and not to overdo it.

      Can you picture Maedhros asking Morgoth "please set me free"?

      No...but that image made me wubble a bit to contemplate!

      I suppose that this illustrates a difference for me: If I am dealing with someone I dislike or find rude, I will not say "please" or "thank you" to my normal degree, though I will be coldly polite (just so they cannot come back and say that I was rude). When replying to the few rude reviews I've gotten, I don't think that anyone could classify me as rude, but I got the point across, and whereas I have made the same points in conversations with friends (about canon and such), I spoke quite differently in that situation. Or when the warrant officers get on my nerves at work, they'll be hard-pressed to get a "please" or "thank you" from me! ;)

      This is example how to hijack someone's journal to make some wonky analyses XD

      Hey, we're both psych-people, so it's a given! Hijack away! :^D

      BTW, I do have these electronic versions and can send them to you whenever you need them :)

      Thanks so much! Juno sent me a link to where I can find them online, so I have them all downloaded again...and backed up this time too! ;)
      • Including Ósanwe-kenta? It was published only in Vinyar Tengwar if I remember well. A lot of people was looking for that, I got it (unfortunately haven't red, I know only essays on it).
        I wish I had the appendix to The Shibboleth of Fëanor - published only in VT, either. There is more on elven beards and their life stages inside!
        • Yep, there's a document called "Osanwe Kenta" there. I haven't looked at it yet either, though...but I am eager to, since I so often write osanwe in my stories!

          If I ever find the appendix to "Shibboleth," I'll send it your way. ;)
  • See mail.

    Things get lost. Shit happens. :-(
    It's Murphy's Law.

    Don't worry about it!
    • Now I have no reason to, since my lovely friend sent them all to me again. ;) Thank you. *hugs*
  • Awww girl. Isil calls me her back up girl for a reason. Just know that, in case something goes wrong, I got it digital too ok?

    I am terrible in asking people to do favors for me. To do anything for me.

    Yeah, I am exactly the same. {{{{hugs}}}}

    ETA: I am super-behind in replying to comments. Today, I caught up (most) of my emails and finished today's Haunted Tuesday story, so tonight and tomorrow, I will try to catch up on the rest.

    I am so behind... but the past days has been a rollercoaster of emotions, so yeah. I'll try to catch up.
    • Awww girl. Isil calls me her back up girl for a reason. Just know that, in case something goes wrong, I got it digital too ok?

      Thanks so much! You're wonderful! *hugs* Juno sent me a link of where to find them all online, so I'm good to go for now, but I really appreciate the offer. :)

      I am so behind... but the past days has been a rollercoaster of emotions, so yeah. I'll try to catch up.

      It'll happen. If not, the world won't end. ;) I'm slowly getting caught up too; my problem is that I make posts without allowing time to reply to the comments!
  • Heh I had them all at one point too but.. yup.. that computer died and I lost them... I will get them again at some stage though I suspect i know where to find them agian :)

    If I still had them I would have offered..
  • *waves to Dawn* I'm still around here, somewhere. Totally behind on reading and on checking my f-list.

    I hear you on the "I don't like to ask people for any kind of favors" thing. I suppose this is just another of the things we have in common. And I don't know if it's part of my education or just the way my mind is made up, but I too would rather do anything myself before ever considering asking for help or calling for a favor. Dunno why we're like this. *shrugs*

    Sowwy to hear about all the yummy stuff growing a life of its own and going down the sink. ;) And yeah, you haven't made candy for that long? O_O!
    • Yes, we misses you, precioussss. ;)

      I think that I've just had too many people in my (offline) life who make nuisances of themselves with "favors." Even as I know that I am not one of those people, silly li'l me, I fear becoming one anyway. Especially when I have to ask someone I don't know too well for a favor. *cringes*

      And yeah, you haven't made candy for that long? O_O!

      I know! Hard to believe! But that will change soon; this is a busy, busy time of year for me.
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