They say that bad luck comes in threes.

I don’t know who They are, but why did They have to say it? Why not twos? Or “bad luck comes accompanied by no other instances of bad luck whatsoever”?

Anyway, following the tragic and catastrophic failure of my UPS, and the terminal affliction suffered by my wing mirror (oh yes, terrible times indeed), my computer has now decided things were still going too well for its liking, and a further helping of drama was required in order to provide some kind of counterpoint to the general wellness from which I was suffering.

So it died.

Not the Blue Screen of Death (BSOD), the Black Screen of Refusal To Even Power Up (BSORTEP). I’m hoping that acronym will catch on. I’m going to submit it to urbandictionary.com later.

I love working in IT. I really do. It’s something I understand, and mostly enjoy. You can’t ask for much more from a job. But sometimes it feels like I spend all my time fixing things that shouldn’t have gone wrong in the first place, instead of making new things to go wrong.

What upsets me most is that I had ripped all my CDs onto that computer as WMAs, and then ‘archived’ (read chucked) my now-redundant CDs in a load of boxes ready for ‘long term archiving’ (read chucking) into the loft.

If I have to rip all my CDs again, I will be well miffed. Yes, well miffed.