So it’s 1:00am in the morning, and you’re four hours in to a projected eight hour file transference marathon from your old PC to your brand new one. It’s taking a long time, but you’re on schedule - despite the fact that you’ve had to resort to using the (admittadly speedy) 250mb USB flash memory pen drive instead of either the wired home LAN or the wireless varient - both of which have decided to stop working. All that considered, you’re loving it.
So I’m anal, then (whoa nelly). I love laborious tasks like file copying and whathaveyou - it makes using the new PC (and Half Life 2, still not played it since Sunday afternoon) all the more exciting. It’s the anticipation before the event; the build-up. It’s like tantric sex, and it takes time*.
So consider the following happenstance: it’s 1:00am, you’re four hours into a file transference marathon, and you’re currently copying across [some - bashful ed.]gb of pron which you’ve amounted, but neglected to rip the majority of because you’re a sinning sinner who doesn’t back up quick enough. Enter Dad rear doorway. FUCK.
Alt-Tab. Close. Close.
“Hi.”
“Hi. I’m about to go to bed - how’s it going?”
“Great. Well, I’m about halfway really..”
“Working alright?” *sits down*
Ah, great. “Yeah, great.”
The files on the USB card are thankfully innocent looking - archived Usenet folders with names like “Series”. Phewf. Silence.. I load the flash card into the new PC and copy the archives there, dumping them unceremoniously in my root folder, but with enough panache that a tired father doesn’t notice the rertardness.
Flash pen into old PC, navigate AWAY FROM THE PRON. Good. Pick a folder, stop dithering. Ah, videos. Not porn. Click. Okay, copy the files.
After around 20 minutes of very sparse chit-chat, and several trips backwards and forth from PC to PC, the situation was getting to be a bit tense. I’d only a few more files in the Videos folder before I’d have to move onto my music, and my Dad had silently sat next to me whilst I worked with no real signs of leaving. Cute, thanks, but all I was thinking was: “If I don’t get that damn porn done tonight I’m fucked.” Then, the genius idea to end all genius ideas: I found the file I’d been looking for. This would push him over the edge. He kept saying he was going to bed, but this time he would go to bed:
Alyson Hannigan and Luke Perry - discussing theatre tour on Richard and Judy - VHQ, 12 minutes.wmv
File size: 250mb.
HAHA! No way was he going to sit and watch for 10 minutes whilst one single file slid languidly down the USB 1.0 (shit) cable to the flash card. I added, for extra effect: “Ah, I’ll have to watch this one too to test it out…”
Dad: “Right, I’m off to bed..”
Result. I farking love file-transfering. Cheers Hannigan.
* stolen from David Lynch saying something about Twin Peaks.