So, as I lamented earlier, all my files are gone, gone, gone. No more late night Invader Zim fixes. No more immediate gratification upon feeling the urge ("urge and urge and urge, always the procreant urge of the world"... sorry, I can't help myself) to hear the smooth delicious strains of Billy Joel's "Vienna" at 4am. No more calling up old e-
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