I really would be in a dilemma making the choice:
1 A change in underwear.
2 The vintage malts.
I really would be in a dilemma making the choice:
1 A change in underwear.
2 The vintage malts.
It shouldn't be too difficult, and it's worth it. If Microsoft have got this working as well as Google, then Word should back up your document to the cloud every few minutes, so not only are you safe from fire, you don't even have to bother thinking about regular back ups.
I'm now doing almost everything in the cloud, using Google chrome devices. So no time wasted, just get another chrome device, log in, everything is there. Some phones also allow you to save everything to the cloud. The only thing I can't do is print, still need to turn on my PC for that. But let the printer burn, it'll give me an excuse to buy a cloud printer. Plus I don't want to suffer heavy irony from the firemen if they see I chose to save my laser printer...
myself?!
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
My journals means a lot, past aside though it was my pure childhood.
Remember – like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken in the right circumstances.
Manichaean is right about the clean underwear.
As for writing documents, I have my "stuff" on really antiquated discs, so maybe I'd grab them., even though I'd probably never again find a PC that will accept them. Plus the box of photos of my kids, though the box is under a pile of crap and the flames would undoubtedly consume me before I could get to it.
Maybe a fire would be a sign from God that I should clean the {expletive deleted} dump.
My Lego R2-D2.
or my Grandma's Rosary.
Do, or do not. There is no try. - Yoda
A couple of books which are gift from my uncle and my camera.
This is super lame... but in my current room I'd save the custom Magic: The Gathering deck that someone I like constructed for me. That is, somehow, the thing to which I have attributed the most sentimental value. In my room back home it would be my uncle's sketchbook that I came into possession of when he died.
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"Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once when I was six, I did. At first the brightness was overwhelming, but I had seen that before. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus and for a moment I understood. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal."
-Pi
I would go for photo albums and for my filing box which contains all my poems and essays and short stories.
“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
So far there have been computers, books and various sentimental artifacts but will anyone be able to beat 'the kitchen table'?
"L'art de la statistique est de tirer des conclusions erronèes a partir de chiffres exacts." Napoléon Bonaparte.
"Je crois que beaucoup de gens sont dans cet état d’esprit: au fond, ils ne sentent pas concernés par l’Histoire. Mais pourtant, de temps à autre, l’Histoire pose sa main sur eux." Michel Houellebecq.
People tend to grab the things for which they got attached more.
In the fridge, a glass bottle of Coca Cola, and of course, opening it with a bottle opener on the run out (bottle opener and cap to be dispensed on the ever-lovin' floor, which will be non-existent in short order...).
And then outside, and a view of the spectacle... because at this point, what couldn't burn?
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Well DuuuUUUUuuuh !!! The cellphone so I could call the fire department of course. *LOL*
"I have thought about this often. Don't know why. I would have a real problem cause I get very attached to objects. My kitchen table is hard to get these days and I wouldn't want to lose it."
I mean, call me nuts, but I think I'd look pretty silly sitting at the kitchen table that I saved on my front lawn while the house was burning down [8- (
Last edited by DATo; 03-29-2014 at 10:48 PM.