Bad news

This sucks the sweat off a dead camels bollocks. Figuratively. I was about to post the pictures for the last part of the Street Style Propoganda Saga, nonchalantly sticking my memory stick into the USB port of this hell-sent computer, when *tadaa!*, up pops a Norton Antivirus message. Something in the line of:

Hello Henno.
This is not your lucky day.
I know you've been working really hard today but the kind folk here at Symantic have iced the cake for you.
Virus detected.
Muha.
Quarantine failed.
Muhaha.
Known infected files deleted.
MUHAHAHA.
Grrr. *click*. Roger out.

So apparently the *known infected files* happened to be everything I've saved on the flash disk since the beginning of last year seeing as I don't have a laptop or PC and have to smuggle around to an I-Net cafe or use the computers at work (as I'm doing now) to get my digital fix. So there goes all my work from last year's BPhil Journalism degree and most of my photos from the last two years. Thank god for Flickr, where I've managed to stash some of the newer ones.

In a way, it feels kind of liberating, not carrying all this excess baggage (the movie namesake, by the way, stars Alicia Silverstone and not Cameron Diaz which is a common misconception, resulting in many a drunken bet and copious amounts of beer flowing my way). It feels kind of crap losing some of the memories and hard work from the last year. It feels kind of sad that I feel the need to post about a piece of electronic equipment that faded on me.

Glass half full? At least I have a memory stick with loads of free space now.