Let Bygones be Winespills...

The inevitable has finally come to pass.

After years and years of good, solid use, of true moral fiber and utmost dignity, and the grace to allow me the ability to look up obscure things on The Internet whenever I so choose...the inevitable.

It is with great sadness and enormous guilt that I am forced to admit that gravity got in between my hand and the wine glass and the result was a short circuted MacBookPro and the potential loss of everything on it.

This.
Sucks.

Essentially, our entire life's progress was on that motherboard.  The beginnings of our musical interest which unfolded into a full scale artistic pursuit, all the photographs, all the writings...everything.  The worst part (and it truly is The Worst Part) is that this computer was not even mine.

NO, this computer, I am distressed to say, was The Dude's.

Luckily for me, The Dude often shows a great expanse of inner grace which he extends to my ridiculous existence time and time again.  In this case, he is being extremely forgiving and understanding instead of hotwiring the remains of the machine through my brain and projecting the information out of my eyeballs (which I may not forcefully resist, truth be told...)