Not the kind of time machine I meant

Oh allergies. Why must you ruin my Thursday?

My Time Machine backup drive died suddenly last week. I don’t know if it was age (two years) or the heat, but it just stopped working in the middle of the day, and wouldn’t come back on. I got a 1.5 TB drive (Newegg’s having a sale on external HDs, if anybody is interested), and made my previous backup drive into my new Time Machine. I was searching online to see what other people do when their time machine goes kaput. The search string “Time Machine failed” wasn’t very promising, so I switched to “Time Machine Died.”

I love (LOVE!) how the first result is some “article” on figuring out whether it’s possible to travel to the past and, say, shoot and kill your grandfather. Ooo-kay. It’s a little “how is babby formed,” but kind of a fun way to waste a couple of minutes.

I still haven’t figured out what the deal is with my dead dead HD, but I’ll worry about that later. I’m home sick today, so I think I’m going to take some allergy meds, motrin, and sleep til I know no more.