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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Ice Box

When I came to college, I thought it might be nice to start logging my AIM conversations. That way, in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years, 20 years, 50 years, I'd be able to open them up and see what I was like when I was a crazy college kid, or what I was talking about, or who I talked about the most with, or just what was happening in my day-to-day life without always having to write it right here.

So I set it up. Like cheese chockadados, it was REAL EASY! I mean, yeah, I just hit a button and told it where to put the folder and it started, no problems. I started that before I even came to college - so something like August 31st, I guess?

And so up until just recently, I was operating under the assumption that everything in AIM was logged away somewhere on my computer for safekeeping whenever I wanted it. I recorded the stuff onto my external harddrive every now and then just to make sure that even if my computer blew up, my memories would be safe.

I looked at a log the other day - it only went back four days. Four days. I think it only stores up to about 1700kb of information, and then stops. I was so crushed. Think of all the things that I said... all the things I talked about and all the things I felt that I wanted to keep forever that I unknowingly let disappear!

I suppose there's nothing I can really do about those at this point. Just start again.

Peace out.

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