Flash Drive, redux

Okay, I've just purchased flash drive #3, a SanDisk minicruzer 256k. Very cute, lots of storage.

Why, may you ask, is this momentous? Well, flash drives #1 and #2 left me in an untimely manner. FD#1, a simple little SanDisk 128k, met an early demise as the result of its owner's failure to read the directions. (It's genetic: ask my dad.) Apparently, if one simply rips the poor little flash drive from the USB port, fragile little nerve connections are damaged, resulting in Loss of Data. Most unpleasant. Furthermore, FD#1 stopped working altogether, despite the efforts of technologically-abled folk to save it.

FD#2, which resembled its younger sibling in all ways except storage capacity (appropriate to its name, it had twice the space), left me even earlier in our time together. Perhaps it had heard the rumors, and could not face a future with me. Or perhaps it's just too easy to lose miniaturized technology. It vanished. Perhaps outside the Vestal, NY Kinko's. Perhaps buried somewhere in my car's upholstery, to be discovered upon salvage in 20 years.

Thus, FD#3 (it really needs a name, don't you think, Aerobil?) will soon be attached to some sort of fuzzy key chain in a garish color. Or maybe just to a laminated business card. Or a photo of me holding it, so that it knows it's cherished.