The DVD database I've been obsessively keying into every time Dad brings home new titles the past year got corrupted. I couldn't figure out how or why. No back up, no installers whatsoever. That's over half a thousand titles meticulously organized, categorized, named, summarized. It's made in way to resolve common house snags such as a yelling Dad looking for his favorite action flick, some worried younger sisters trying to remember who borrowed their HD copy of Mean Girls and a Mom forgetting titles of every flick she has seen and liked.
Now it's gone, baby. Kaput. And so every weekend from now on, expect our living room to look like this.
True to the fact that "technology creates needs." #
Now it's gone, baby. Kaput. And so every weekend from now on, expect our living room to look like this.
True to the fact that "technology creates needs." #
