Why friends are important

Had some friends and family over for snacks and drinks last night. Chris, bless her, made a raft of lovely things to eat, and I'd bought a bottle of nice Scotch for my dad to drink, so everyone was pretty happy. (And full.) My buddy Ivan stayed behind (with his long-suffering ladyfriend Meg) and helped me burn down my Cube so that I could sell it. (Anyone want a nice Mac Cube? 20GB hard disk, a bunch of RAM, and a 15" flat screen. Let's talk.) Amazingly, it's nearly twelve hours later and it's only 20% of the way through the "writing random data to disk" phase...