Had a rather productive night last night, aside from the spectacular ass-hattery. Clyde is again among the living, and finally happy and healthy. Clyde is my "real" computer. He's my dual xeon monstrosity, and has been feeling rather poorly ever since his motherboard took a massive dump. I spent last night alternating between a design project for school, and installing linux on clyde. I got the design project finished, and it's an A project, so that's good. Had much fun getting x-org compiled and installed, then enlightenment, then making the two play nice together. Got firefox and thunderbird up and running, then I started updating. I didn't want to risk installing xorg 6.8, 'cause I'm using an ATI radeon 9800 pro, which, as far as I can tell is profoundly allergic to linux. So naturally, once I got it to work, I didn't wanna fuck with it no mo. So i figured I'd clear myself the space, and remove the xc folder from my home directory. (That's what X-org's src tarballs metamorphose into) So I typed merrily, "rm -rf ./ xc", lit a cigarette, and after a moment, became aware of a disturbance in the force. ... Hrmmm ...that's odd, the rm is taking kinda long for just that one little ... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's when I noticed the extra space between the "./" and the "xc". (You know, the devil really IS in the details.) ... I was, of course, in my home directory, where the source tarballs had landed, and I was su'd as root, because that's what one must do when compiling and stuff. I hit ctrl+C as fast as I could, which was only about a quarter of a second too late. The "good news" was that I had reclaimed the few megs of space taken up by that needless xc folder. The bad news was that I had also reclaimed the 65 GIGS of space taken up by the "mp3" folder. I giggled a bit, because what else can one do when one has bourne witness to such spectacular ass-hattery? I didn't really know what else to do, so, I did the only thing one can do when one has just nuked their entire music collection, over 10,000 songs which one has accumulated over a period of about 5 years. ... I cussed. ... Then I cussed some more. ... Then, I went right on cussing. Well, that was about six hours ago, and now my throat is sore, and I'm looking for p2p clients for linux. Anybody know of any especially cooler in form and/or function than their fellows?
music: Digital Gunfire