An augmented sketchbook scribbling. The augmenting is from July, and copied off another website where I had uploaded it. I was waiting to place it here until I felt it was finished to my liking, but now that is not feasible, as its full size, non-jpeg source is out of my possession. For its keeper, Hard Drive has fallen suddenly ill, and likely another week will pass before I have access to objects with which to determine feasibility of trasfering beared objects to other bearers.
Hard Drive looks out a window wistfully, wondering if the medicine will arrive in time to save it. It has no idea scientists keep it alive only for the purposes of accessing and removing the secrets implanted within its brain, with no regard for its continued function afterward. Life is cruel. Also possibly the plot to a Fred Savage movie from the 1980s.
I formerly backed up data to an alternate backing up drive prior to venturing on trips such as I am on now, due to concerns that very, very stupid things would happen, brought on by changes of circumstances. However, once I acquired a primary drive of greater storage capacity than the backup drive, I did the logical thing of ceasing to back up data at all, even as changes of circumstance became more frequent and did not necessarily require me to authorize them by leaving my house.
Seen here on a bed, a terribly impractical work location that is nonetheless a temporary safe spot from roving, toddling circumstances.
O hard drive, there is a hole in my heart where you used to be. And also in the side of my computer device where you formerly spun endlessly. You spun endlessly, of course, because Windows could not figure out how to re-initialize you without a full restart if you stopped or slowed down because it doesn’t expect people to have second hard drives instead of compact disc drives. Your ever-going status no doubt contributed to your susceptibility to liquid circumstances that left other more proximal and less crucial components mysteriously unaltered.
I should probably find some way of blocking that hole since Computor profoundly dislikes if something else tries to go in there.
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Indighost sez:
Viewing your art above made me feel odd. Thank you
Frimpinheap sez:
I hope that is a good odd! This is the most sincere drawing I have posted on the internet in a while! That sort of thing is my natural inclination, evidently.
Purplespace sez:
I hope hard drive will get its medicine on time. Hopefully, it is not being delivered by a blue courier lizard!
Did you see the movie where the man creates a human looking robot, then sends it off to college? Certainly, it would need a solid state hard drive.
Frimpinheap sez:
That sounds like a movie I would hate! I hate when otherworldly beings or robots that could presumably acquire knowledge through efficient means unique to themselves end up at conventional, socialization-oriented schools. Actually I hate any fictional work that takes place in a school, but especially those that imply they are functional systems to such a degree that things which don’t even exist have their needs met at them. I take it too personally.
Which is beside the point, apart from proving that I take it too personally.