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Monday, February 09, 2004
So, I tried to plug in my (old, obsolete) Superdisk drive last night for the first time in months, to see if I could find some old scanned drawings to inspire me for my homework.

What I found was that the USB interface cable had been ripped out of the drive, the USB end plugged, for some reason, into my Airport Base Station (which is disconnected, since I use a neighbour's network at all times), the broken end left dangling. Apparently they didn't notice that the other end of the cable had snapped completely in two, leaving part of it stuck in the drive, with pins falling out all around it.

So I can't access any of my old Superdisks because some asshole decided to touch something they didn't understand. Thanks, asshole. (Only one of two people could have done this, by the way.)

People need to stop touching my shit. Who's gonna buy me a new cable?