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The utterly unthinkable has happened. My Hard Drive died on me. Life cannot get anyworse unless I became this kids leotard.

500GB. Gone. You have no idea what's it's like to suddently turn on your computer to find you just lost the last 10 years worth of music, videos, games, downloads. EVERYTHING!

No more video editing. No more photoshop. No more comics. I actually hate my computer. Why oh why did it suddenly decide now, after fucking years of using the same hard drive, to commit suicide.
Well, life must go on. I'll order a new one later. Now I just have to begin the lenghty process of downloading another 500Gig of stuff... This could take a while.

Thought I'd leave you with a couple of things I found while surfing the web in misery today;

Survival Of The Fittest

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.

Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.



And then this, the ultimate game;