Alright, I WAS going to type a nice little rambling reflecting on some of the trends in my life that I have been noticing in my life over the course of the past few months, and some directions I intend to go in the near future, but all that was ruined when my hard drive decided to take its recent nastiness a step further, so now I'm gonna ramble about THAT.

So anyway, I was all set to type my little nightly blurb, and I type "ramble" into an xterm at the bash prompt. Long pause. Segmentation Fault.

I had a fairly good idea what was going on, as I've been experiencing similarly odd behavor on occassion over the last few days. I type "ramble" again. Segmentation Fault. Ok, it's probably one of two things: The vim editor, or the perl interpretor. I type "vi" (my alias to vim), and familiar editing screen pops up. Ok, not that. I pick one of my hacked together perl programs, and try to run it. Segmentation Fault. Bingo.

Just to confirm, I try loading up the local version of Bitscape's Lounge in Netscape. Internal Server Error. Bingo. Knowing that my hard drive is going on one of its little fuck up sprees, during which bad data gets loaded into the memory cache (hence, making any repeated attempt to access the same information also fail, since the corrupted data is now being read from ram cache), in the true spirit of Redmond, I do a reboot.

But here's the new twist: After a seemingly clean shutdown, and the startup scripts begin, e2fsck not only has to run a check, but it encounters errors on /dev/hda1 which cannot be repaired in non-interactive mode. Uh oh.

So naturally, it asks me for my root password, brings up the prompt, and I get to go and run 'e2fsck /dev/hda1' myself, and hit "y" about a zillion times, while -- for all I know -- every conceivable piece of data on my / partition is rendered useless. Majorly fscked, man.

Finally, we finish, exit, and reboot again. This time, it came up with no errors, and things seem ok at the moment (after all, I'm able to type this). So I guess I should count myself lucky. But I know it's now only a matter of time before something much more serious is affected.

So, what does this mean? It MEANS I need to get my ass moving on that second new years resolution, pronto! Yeah, majorly.

Unfortunately, recent, ahem, expenditures, have left me a bit short on cash. So it's what? A week until that next paycheck? One week. Here's to hoping poor little Dagobah's brains can survive that long. Damn, life is such a trip.

Well, I'm off to grab a bite of food on the way BLUG. Live it to the max, all.