I am of the generation (old but not THAT old) who looks with suspicion on computers. I have been an applications software programmer (yes, that dates me already), but still was always absurdly convinced that my computer would explode if I made any kind of mistake. After all, the messages darkly implied this: FATAL ERROR. BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH. QUIT UNEXPECTEDLY. Surely those message really meant FATAL ERROR for me. BLUE SCREEN OF my DEATH. QUIT my life UNEXPECTEDLY.
Nevertheless, I love the interwebs and all its tubes. I mostly lurk, feeling insufficiently glib to post my opinion, but occasionally cannot resist the opening to opine. This is my first diary, and is a diary in the original sense: a personal diary. My title is true: If I Remember Correctly. I cannot be sure that what I say is true; I can be sure that what I say is what I remember. So often, feeling trumps facts. If it is my diary, then feelings are allowed to trump facts; I just hope my younger sister or any involved friend remembers the occasion(s) the same way I do. Regardless, these personal diaries will be how I remember, correctly or not. I hope IIRC Part 01 is indeed the first, not the only.
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