We don't need no water, let the (computer files) burn. Burn (computer files), burn.
Well, the burner/computer combo is a little like me when the Red Sox (check!) are losing: cranky, unresponsive, and unpredictable.
But it's working. Sorta. Kinda. Shampoo (officially the new TLBR euphemism for nasty four-letter words), I just jinxed it. Frozen like Ted Williams.
All the desktop stuff, documents, and resumes worked fine. The rap and Coldplay folders did not. Screw it. If I really need the Geto Boys' "Mind Playin' Tricks on Me" that bad, I'll look for it online.
Onto some final burns and then I'll be done. All that's left is the goodbye lunch - and returning the Ez-Pass that I thought I'd be able to gaffle for the trip out (mid)West. Rats.
Glad this has been six hours of my life that I'll never get back. Kinda apropos.