The D Drive Horror

“Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras—dire stories of Celaeno and the Harpies—may reproduce themselves in the brain of superstition—but they were there before. They are transcripts, types—the archetypes are in us, and eternal. How else should the recital of that which we know in a waking sense to be false come to affect us at all? Is it that we naturally conceive terror from such objects, considered in their capacity of being able to inflict upon us bodily injury? O, least of all! These terrors are of older standing. They date beyond body—or without the body, they would have been the same. . . . That the kind of fear here treated is purely spiritual—that it is strong in proportion as it is objectless on earth, that it predominates in the period of our sinless infancy—are difficulties the solution of which might afford some probable insight into our ante-mundane condition, and a peep at least into the shadowland of pre-existence.”

Before I begin, let me add something to my last post: choosing fonts made me feel like those people showing off their cards in American Psycho.

I formatted my local disc D. The problem began some time last year, I think. The drive was always full, but there was almost nothing there, except three things. If I remember correctly, there was a disc image and an .nfo, besides my system backup. I couldn’t figure out what they were for. The eeriest thing about them was that even when I deleted all backups, almost all of the 187 GB of the drive was still mysteriously full, almost as if someone – or some thing – wanted it to be.

My roommate is a computer science student, and a fairly good one, [this is his blog] so I showed it to him. He couldn’t come up with anything, and said I should try formatting the drive. I decided to let it be for some time. After that, my laptop itself wouldn’t start, and I had to get it fixed (still haven’t screwed the lid on, if you read my last post).

It kept reminding me that my drive is running out of space (there isn’t any), so I tried to defragment it. After more than 24 hours, it went from 47% to… wait for it… 48%. Imagine that. It looked like I had no choice but to format it, so I just did. I’m backing up my files again, now, and D looks as good as new.

But what sent me racing on the old Ford over pitch-black mountain roads from that terrible farmhouse in the Vermont hills was something else. I’m sure I saw what I saw, but I don’t know what it could mean.

Seconds before I formatted the drive, it showed it was already an empty NTFS.


Note the ellipsis in the heading: it means that there remain things to do.

I changed the theme. The default one for 2016 looked best, since I like filling my blog with words more than with pictures. Scrolling through the options made me think about adding a little more colour, though; though, again, I don’t know what I’d take pictures of.

I should probably be studying, but I kept meaning to do this, and I couldn’t resist. My laptop is working again, and typing on it is a delight. It’s still malfunctioning frequently, though, and right now the lid over the motherboard isn’t even screwed in, because I’ll probably have to open it the next time I want to start the machine. That won’t be for some time, because I’ve been defragmenting my 47% fragmented disk since yesterday. By the way, can you tell I’ve changed fonts? Let me know if it looks too casual; I like to be taken seriously, and my humour must be seen with a backdrop of seriousness.

No, I haven’t written any essays. I’m even considering putting them right here. But that gives me an idea; I could make the Articles page more visual. If only I’d thought of that sooner. Making bullet points at the top of a list is troublesome.

One thing remains for me to do: put up a simple header image with the site’s title. That, and my little adventure I referred to earlier. My father is ill, but he wants me to go. If I do, it will be on a moment’s decision. But that moment draws near.

I think I’d better make an announcement. But perhaps it’s best I do it later. There’s a pleasant breeze up, and it’s a fine day. I liked the morning, too, but dense fog isn’t for everyone. I can’t decide how to sign off. Well, then, good day.

Brave New Plans

I’ve done something very brave, as far as my life so far is concerned. I made up my mind to get the little things over with before going forward. Today, there was an unfortunate revelation in college, and while it is certainly difficult for most of us, I put my mind to it, finished rewatching the new episode, and penned my thoughts on the small matter of The Abominable Bride. Read it, if you will, and share your thoughts. Perhaps I’ll add pictures later, if I can.

Now, if you’re curious, anonymous reader, I don’t think I should tell you what happened at college; suffice it to say that it concerns academics. But I am eager to tell you about my adventure, but since it stands in doubt, I leave it for a later day.

I have a day off

There’s been a few things on my mind, but I didn’t write anything. I did consider writing something for New Year’s Day, but I didn’t. It would probably have been about what I wrote today. I’ve been trying new things this year, even though I never make resolutions.

I had a bad fever on Sunday. Imagine taking paracetamol and waking up a couple of hours later with an even higher temperature. Thankfully, I got better soon after. And despite the rumours, we finally got a day off from college today. So I decided to stop reading Lamb’s stupid essays and write more of my own. You can read it hear: it’s about originality.

One more thing. I suggested that a friend of mine call her blog’s fans ‘Hue people’ and adopt the name ‘Hugh’ on occasion. Now, it’s no secret that I love cats (I’m loving Neko Atsume), and she called me the ‘Whiz Purrer’. The least I can do is to suggest you read her blog; it’s outstanding.