I hallucinate just fine on my own. That's why I write: to keep people from realizing I really am this strange.
It all feels so oppressive and stupid.
Maybe someone does find it, extracts it, and then contacts you to make sure it gets to its rightful owner?Well, I have screwed up.
I used to have a Dell laptop that I wrote some of my stories on. It died about two years ago, so I removed the little mSata SSD and attempted to use it in another laptop without success. I figured it was dead but kept it until last month, when I decided to throw it away. Why keep it, after all? It was dead.
Then today I realized that it might not be dead after all. To spare the details, it might just have been incompatible.
It's not the SSD I care about. It's the data inside it. My novels and shorts were there. So, now, they are likely out in the wild. I did research and found that most things in UK household waste bins end up either incinerated or in a massive landfill.
There is always the possibility that it ends up in the hands of someone who is knowledgable enough to extract them. Even in that scenario, I imagine the worst that could happen is that all of my stuff is read by some stranger. The nightmare scenario is that this stranger decides to start submitting my short stories as their own, or uploads them to the open Internet, which would then make submitting them to magazines impossible.
I know—I am just overthinking. But it still doesn't feel good. Its especially frustrating that I managed to screw up like this. I am usually a very careful person. I've barely studied today because I've been thinking about it.
In any case, I hope nothing comes out of this. It is unlikely. It does take some knowledge to extract the stories (it isn't hard but your average person wouldn't know). And on top of that, it would take some evil to do anything dishonest.
The good news is how I was working on my stories through a local file share (SMB). I'm sure I made local copies but there is a chance that my two trilogies aren't there. They are no good (certainly unpublishable) but I still don't want anyone reading them.
I couldn't think of a less profitable way for somebody to use their hacking skills, so you're fine. It's like robbing lemonade stands when you have the ability to hit the You're.There is always the possibility that it ends up in the hands of someone who is knowledgable enough to extract them. Even in that scenario, I imagine the worst that could happen is that all of my stuff is read by some stranger. The nightmare scenario is that this stranger decides to start submitting my short stories as their own, or uploads them to the open Internet, which would then make submitting them to magazines impossible.
The party is over with all that, for lack of a better term. One of the many reasons why I'm leaving my job is I don't want to deal with employee verifications and legal documentation in the age of ICE.I've found out that the US Real ID program is screwing up my life.
In my non-writing life, I have on my birth certificate a middle name I never particularly liked. About the time I turned 18, a good friend gave me another. That was over 50 years ago, and I've used it ever since. Bank accounts, car insurance, car registrations, house mortgage, email addresses-‐- all have the acquired initial. My passports have both middle names. But I've never changed it legally.
Formerly, my driver's license had both middle initials, or no initial at all. But when I got my Real ID, it defaulted to the full middle name that's on my birth certificate. That hasn't mattered, until now. Yesterday, I got a text from the dealership where I recently bought my new/used car. He says it's a problem for the titling that my license and my insurance have a different initial/middle name, and I have to get my policy reissued to match the license.
What else is this going to screw up? It all feels so oppressive and stupid.
Maybe I'll have to go to the hassle of making the legal change. But right now I just want all this to go away.
"All that" meaning innocent middle name flexibility? Yeah, looks like it.I couldn't think of a less profitable way for somebody to use their hacking skills, so you're fine. It's like robbing lemonade stands when you have the ability to hit the You're.
The party is over with all that, for lack of a better term. One of the many reasons why I'm leaving my job is I don't want to deal with employee verifications and legal documentation in the age of ICE.
Please tell me that you cloned the data from the discarded SSD to the one that fits your current laptop . . . ? You don't say anything about losing them altogether.Well, I have screwed up.
I used to have a Dell laptop that I wrote some of my stories on. It died about two years ago, so I removed the little mSata SSD and attempted to use it in another laptop without success. I figured it was dead but kept it until last month, when I decided to throw it away. Why keep it, after all? It was dead.
Then today I realized that it might not be dead after all. To spare the details, it might just have been incompatible.
It's not the SSD I care about. It's the data inside it. My novels and shorts were there. So, now, they are likely out in the wild. I did research and found that most things in UK household waste bins end up either incinerated or in a massive landfill.
There is always the possibility that it ends up in the hands of someone who is knowledgable enough to extract them. Even in that scenario, I imagine the worst that could happen is that all of my stuff is read by some stranger. The nightmare scenario is that this stranger decides to start submitting my short stories as their own, or uploads them to the open Internet, which would then make submitting them to magazines impossible.
I know—I am just overthinking. But it still doesn't feel good. Its especially frustrating that I managed to screw up like this. I am usually a very careful person. I've barely studied today because I've been thinking about it.
In any case, I hope nothing comes out of this. It is unlikely. It does take some knowledge to extract the stories (it isn't hard but your average person wouldn't know). And on top of that, it would take some evil to do anything dishonest.
The good news is how I was working on my stories through a local file share (SMB). I'm sure I made local copies but there is a chance that my two trilogies aren't there. They are no good (certainly unpublishable) but I still don't want anyone reading them.
My name isn't there, so that's impossible. It was supposed to be a distraction free writing laptop, so I intentionally didn't login to anything. It was just Linux + LibreOffice.Maybe someone does find it, extracts it, and then contacts you to make sure it gets to its rightful owner?
I mean, the sort of "hacking" that you would have to do is: Insert the drive in an mSata slot (they are not common), boot a Linux live CD, mount the drive's EXT4 file system, and boom, the files are all there for easy access. You can even chroot into the drive, change the user password and boot into it.I couldn't think of a less profitable way for somebody to use their hacking skills, so you're fine.
I lost nothing thankfully. In the first place, I was accessing my writing file from a home server that I have.Please tell me that you cloned the data from the discarded SSD to the one that fits your current laptop . . . ? You don't say anything about losing them altogether.
It all feels so oppressive and stupid.
Maybe I'll have to go to the hassle of making the legal change. But right now I just want all this to go away.
The broke up, what... 50 years ago?Not seriously unhappy, but . . . .today we interviewed a young pre-nursing student, to work as an intermittent respite care provider for our adult autistic son who lives at home. In trying to describe my son's eclectic tastes, I mentioned that he likes kids' videos about numbers, but also in-depth chemistry websites. "And," I cautiously mentioned, "the other day I found him listening to George Harrison's Brainwashed recordings."
I'd been hesitant to mention that because I feared what would happen, which in fact did happen. She looked at me politely but blankly. "Who," she asked, "is George Harrison?"
"You know," I said, "of the Beatles."
"Oh," she said dubiously, "of course. The Beatles."
Excuse me while I go lie (or is it "lay"?) down for a minute.
And your point is?The broke up, what... 50 years ago?
You shouldn't be surprised when younger people don't know who they are. The culture they created has moved on as all cultures inevitably do.And your point is?
Actually you and Homer are both right. There is no reason why a young person should know much if anything about the Beatles, the same way I have only the vaguest awareness of the music of the 1930s and 40s. Unless of course that person is a musician, perhaps. But no obligation.Everyone should know who The Beatles are. The fact that they broke up a long time ago doesn't make their impact on the music world any smaller.
Please excuse me while I gently weep, along with my guitar.