'95 or '96 a computer connected to the internet first arrived at the Highrise. Nay, we weren't here then. We were in Balaclava. For those who have grown up with computers, that is quite meaningless, but the arrival of the internet was life changing. It pleases me to say that computers and the internet work an awfully lot better now than they did back then. We are not quite to plug and play, but very close.
Most people who know me would agree that I am control freak. I am quite happy to let other people do things if they can do them better than I can, but so few can. (I told this to our dyke friend, who is really a control freak, and she laughed and agreed she thought the same)
I have always kept tight control of our computer, backing up, sorting, not letting it get out of control..........but yet it has. I have the longest list of unsorted bookmarks I have ever had. I had many many pictures that need filing in their correct places. My personal email inbox is out of control. 'Movies' are sprinkled all over the place.
The external hard drive does some sort of back up every Sunday night, but I don't trust it and I have always backed up things myself. I am way behind in that.
This has only happened in the last six months. I need holidays, where I am home alone and no-one bothers me. I feel somewhat overwhelmed by the task.
But at the end of the day, in the fullness of time, what does it matter? Who will care what is on my hard drive and what I have saved once I have gone.
There must now be quite a number of people who have died who were computer users. I wonder what happens to their hard drives?