Son of a....

So, while on this long vacation I took many a picture on the digital camera. In Montpellier my 256 mb memory card ran out. Brian and I decided to combine our cards into a cd at a local shop. The guy seemed to be a little slow at figuring out the technology end. However, he was using one of those machines you find at any Wal-Mart. Machines so easy my grandmother could use them. So, I wasn’t too worried. An hour later he brought us the cd.

I then deleted all of my previous pictures, because they should be safely stored on the cd. I just now looked through the cd and almost all of the pictures are not available. It looks like he did part of Brian’s card before something screwed up and he called it good.

This means every picture of Dublin and Barcelona that I took no longer exists!

There are many words I am saying right now, but I’ll spare the reader here.

Being that we only got one cd, and I decided to call it mine, Brian didn’t delete all of the pictures he took. So it is possible that some Dublin and Barcelona pictures remain, even if they weren’t taken by me.

Sucks, is what this does.