Monday, October 08, 2001

Now I’m pissed. Somebody has my Palm Pilot and I want it back. It’s not as if it is state of the art but it was a gift from Sam & Julie and I took care of it like a baby. The sentimental factor is there but the pain in my ass is excruciating. Like a dumb ass, I did not backup all of the notes and miscellaneous crap that I collected over the last 3 years. I just wiped my hard drive and started from scratch neglecting to reinstall the hotsync software for the dam thing. Did I mention that I want it back? If this is a joke, being played on the big anal guy I’ll laugh with the best of them but the perpetrator will pay. I realized sometime this afternoon that I have every web password I have ever used plugged in there and only there. It’s not the ones I use all the time but the things I only need once and a while that bug me. Luckily (or not) the password protection I used is safe. The only problem is that to get around it you can press the reset button on the back and wipe the memory. If this has happened, and you are reading this, don’t bother giving it back because I will shove it so far up your ass that you will be able to taste the plastic cover. Seriously, taking one of the mental patients favorite toys is dangerous. This is going to be one of those things that bother me for the next year. I won’t write about it again unless I have the moron that took it duct taped in my basement. That would be the perfect excuse to set up a web-cam. Let people vote on the torture of the day. A boy can dream. Give it back. 12:00:00 AM    says you