The “Hard Drive” is a wonderful thing. Capable of storing phenomenal amounts of rarely-used-yet-priceless stuff, they’ve become so cheap and huge that we take them a bit for granted.
Not me. I still remember vividly the thrill of my first hard drive. Mid-Eighties. Five megabytes, ladies! Before that, if you wanted more storage, you got a second floppy drive, dammit. The convenience and sheer amount of storage that a hard drive could handle kept me giddy for about a year.
And then it crashed. Taking with it a year of bad poetry and song lyrics that I had for some reason typed into this computer.
That’s it, right there. Under the display. Behind that strange excuse for a computer.
Now, to put this in perspective, my phone stores 6000 times more data. And my Mac, far more than that. And these devices contain (arguably) far more important stuff than bad poetry. They contain years worth of pictures, videos, music, client work, and more. Priceless stuff, irreplaceable stuff.
So really, this is just a reminder to back your stuff up this week. Cheers.