At any rate, I'm currently transferring over several fine files for to work on when I can. One is named catatonic.tar and maybe some of you can take wild stabs in the dark as to what it may contain. It's 40 megabytes.
Hint: No, it won't be a total revival. Just an, er, retrospective, if you will. Annotated and whatnot.
I also found a nice little chestnut of a short story I remember writing a while back. It's behind the cut.
Rye Twist Once upon a time there was a man who was always right. He was great as a friend because he always gave the right advice. When playing Trivial Pursuit you always wanted him on your side because he could never answer a question incorrectly, and that includes even the questions from the super-tough set you bring out only when guests come over. Then one day he woke up to find he couldn't be right no matter how hard he tried. He dressed inappropriately for the weather and wore his white shoes after Labor Day. He gave his neighbor directions to the airport which included four wrong turns and a detour through the worst construction in town. At work, he incorrectly priced a great deal of usually-expensive automobiles and claimed the Lincoln Navigator got 38 miles to the gallon (though he did try to say it was all highway mileage.) Then for lunch he recommended the minestrone at Chez Guevara's, which everybody agreed was the worst-tasting soup they'd ever had and nobody wanted to go back to that restaurant again. He made it home from work a tired, shattered, disillusioned man. He sat on the sofa with his wife and explained the events of the day. She listened sympathetically and stroked his hair while he lay his head in her lap. "I just don't understand it, " he said quietly after several moments' worth of reflective thought. "All my life I've always been right in every situation, no matter what the context or the problem. Then suddenly I find I couldn't be right to save my life. Oh, that's it, honey. That's it. My life is over. I'll never be right again for as long as I live." His wife just smiled and kissed him softly on his forehead. "Wrong." Now that you have read this far, here is your rye twist: ><><> It tastes really good with tomato soup.