'Twas a dark and dismal eve Where my laptop was given to freeze But Wally! I cried out as if the beave The data ephemerealy did tease Magnetic heads did clash, As repair functions simply thrashed, Though I retained my head, The drive was quite simply dead. My laptop's hard drive committed suicide last night, taking with it ALL of my income tax and deductions records for the last year, all my copywriting samples, all of the stories I had written including a half-completed novel written in the last month. I almost cried. So now I'm in the process of trying to find a place that recover my data at minimal cost. What fun, oh what fun. The moral of course is the obvious: If you have data that will cost you hundreds of hours of work to replace, and cost you a thousand dollars or more if you can't replace it, make some freaking backups.