Back in the day, important paperwork was Xeroxed and then filed accordingly. Photos were printed and stuffed into boxes to be album-ized later (once the time was found to find the one good shot out of the 23 headless misfires).
Now itâ€™s all digital. With the possibility of vanishing forever with a single speck of errant dust.
With all the blogging and photo-taking and movie-making, I suddenly realized I didnâ€™t have an airtight backup system in place. This was cause for great consternation. With the blog-blowing up and MySQL arguments Iâ€™ve had these past few years â€“ not to mention the hordes of adorable muppet photos Iâ€™m in process of accumulatingâ€¦
Failure is not an option.
I loaded up the muppets (who seriously needed to get out of the house) and we headed to THE MALL. I figured weâ€™d make a quick jaunt over to the shiny Apple store, grab a new external hard drive to match my new LaCiE drive, have some dinner at the Cheesecake Factory before beginning the arduous process of duplicating E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.
â€œFunny,â€ said my friend, in a dry tone dripping with sarcasm. â€œSince youâ€™re not typically a paranoid person.â€
First step: Maneuver to the back of the Apple Store where the server storage offerings are displayed. I took a deep breath, and armed with a million â€œexcuse meâ€™s,â€ our little trio pushed forward. The store was packed three people deep through and through â€“ all playing with shiny gizmos.
Success! (And quite possibly the real reason I brought the muppets. If you think Iâ€™d be embarrassed to take you out with my double stroller, you would be wrong.)
And then a blue shirt appeared in front of me, mumbling something.
I immediately jumped to the assumption he was annoyed at the amount of space my brethren was occupying. â€œWell hellloo,â€ he intoned a bit louder. â€œIs there any type of storage server offering I can help educate you about?â€
I admit. I snickered at the smarminess of it all. And then dismissively mentioned my desktop hard drive desire.
â€œWe have all kinds of small portable ones here. Cute. For you and you precious little ones.â€
- Um. Exact opposite of what I asked for.
- Seriously? Cute? Thatâ€™s a hard drive selling point? Itâ€™s a grey metal box.
I asked him to point me toward the Western Digital My Book.
â€œWell well wellâ€¦you know what youâ€™re talking about,â€ he oozed as he edged closer. (Get out of my bubble!) â€œAlways a pleasure to find the rarity of a lady who speaks our language.â€
Perhaps it was the dumbstruck look stuck on my face as I stood there gripping the stroller in my sweats. Was he high? Was *I* high? I just wanted the 1TB drive? What’s with the patronizing?
â€œCan I interest you in two? One for each little boy? Your husband should be able to set them up and teach you how to use it no problem.â€
Are you kidding me?
- This is the Silicon Valley. Heartland of technology. Why must we immediately jump to the conclusion that Iâ€™m an idiot. (Nevermind. Just answered my own question there.)
- This is the Bay Area. Why are we automatically assuming I have a husband? (Hi Jon! Youâ€™re awesome and you could totally have set them up and taught me how to use them. My point is more that I can do the same thing. Especially since theyâ€™re plug-n-play.)
Also, being naught but a little lady, perhaps Iâ€™m too simple to understand basic math â€“ but if I needed more than 1TB, Iâ€™d buy the 3TB for $50 more, not two 1TB for double the cost.
â€œSo, what do you think?â€ he asked inquisitively.
â€œI think this is going on the blog,â€ I definitively replied.
â€œI donâ€™t understand.â€