Garrett (garote) wrote,
Garrett
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Also from the archive...

Slowly, the files emerge from the damaged RAID drive. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to lift everything off and then run a full backup of the destination drive later today.



This is a rare shot of our old Ford truck parked next to the Aerostar van, so that the two can actually be compared for size. When I was a kid, the truck was absolutely huge. As an adult, I've always wondered just how big it actually was. I had a suspicion that it was no bigger than, say, a modern F-150. Well, it was at least as big as that.

We sold that truck years ago, so someone is probably still driving it out in the boonies somewhere. When you're in the cab and driving on the freeway, it makes this musical two-tone growling sound like, "HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". It's comparable to that sound Hollywood films use whenever an aeroplane is plummeting towards the ground, except it's constant. The plane never quite crashes.



Remember that big manly gladiator schtick that Russel Crowe did several years ago? He cribbed that from my Dad. This is Dad around 1990, standing in the driveway, watching his visiting granddaughter play basketball. In the background you can see the roof of a big boxy trailer that we used to haul to Sierra City and camp in every year.



This sequence was nearly destroyed by magnetic damage before I could digitize it. It's my younger sister and our next-door neighbor practicing the viola in the upstairs living room. 1989 maybe?



Yes, this is me. Probably around age 15. My sisters and I would occasionally produce short, semi-comprehensible plays to entertain our parents and visiting guests. I was playing the part of "President Elect George Bush", who had been kidnapped by "The Democrats and Michael Dukakis", and imprisoned "Somewhere In The Caribbean" (in a hallway, behind an insurmountable blue pad). Who would save me from my predicament?



Rambo, of course. As played by Brian, eldest son of the friends our parents had over for dinner that night.



His younger brother Kevin and my older sister played "Scary Democrats". That's what's written on the paper taped to my sister's shirt.

I've also preserved a play we created called "Red Riding Hood In The 90's" that is absolutely hilarious. I still have to de-noise, transcode, and then re-encode it though.

The RAID drive is getting noisier and noisier. I've still got 60GB of general sample library to go, then an 'emulation' folder, then an ancient 'stuff from the PC' folder. I'm also too tired to stay awake and monitor it, but I don't dare turn it off because it may never spin up and/or initialize again.
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