A Day In Hell

9AM:
Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five” plays in the kitchen as I step out of the shower on the way to my desk.
My goal this morning? To find a high resolution image of a banana. That’s right folks. A banana. Why? Apparently the MPAA says that you can’t point a gun at someone in a movie poster. [Even though it's okay to chop their head off and rape their wife, once you're in the theatre. Oh those crazy repressive Americans...] I have been instructed to replace said character’s gun with a banana.
I’ve backed up these huge high resolution posters to a wonderfully idiotic (and now defunct, I hope) media called DVD-RAM. This type of fucking disk has been the bane of my existence for quite sometime now with it’s unexpected fuck-ups (usually at the worst possible time) and it’s extraordinarily poor performance. (The sales dude, years ago, said you could edit video directly from them. HA!)
Thinking all would be safe with the posters I had backed up on these shit-disks, I’m thinking I’ll just make a real DVD backup of everything and get to work. Well, as you can already surmise, one of the disks worked; the other two, I had to crack open with a butter knife and spit upon, with great vengeance and furrrrrious anger…
This is the last time I backup for clients on this whore of a disk media.
As I have always suspected, computers make life neither easier nor more efficient, but they will, indeed, be the death of us all.
