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Computer Cleanup

Today, I clean Tigereye physically, mostly removing the keys and cleaning the dust out from underneath them, and making sure there are no grimies on her anywhere.

Tomorrow, I get a new keyboard, and commence with making sure that no inappropriate data is left on her. All my good data has migrated over to Thalia, but I do have some old braindumps to post backated and private so that the rest of my life makes sense in context. And while I trust my best friend with my heart, my life, my soul, and would gladly let him see any of my personal communications (though preserving the privacy of the other parties involved is always an issue), I am not so sure that he would be strictly comfortable reading any given random thing on my computer (especially chat transcripts), especially without my immediate permission or my knowledge that he was reading it. (He's seen some of the private entries in my journal; I've historically made private posts for the express purpose of him reading them when we're in the computer lab and either I can't speak, or I don't feel I can speak freely in the other present company.)

I'm going to leave random stuff there on her, of course, because I know that he'd probably be interested in some of my random stuff, including some of the music. It'll be fun.

She looks so naked without her keys. I have to decide what peripherals go with her, and what ones stay. The mouse should go with her, and a keyboard, but most of the other stuff is my assorted functionality things that haven't migrated over to Thalia yet. The USB hub should probably go with her, since she only has the one port. Decisions, decisions.

I'm also going to check with Marx, and I'll probably be able to drag Lord Mark along as a bonus box. Hee. Geekage. Severe geekage. He can install his favorite flavour of Linux on Lord Mark and play for the experience points.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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