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Shiny. Sexy. Storage.

I forgot my phone at home today. And I do not have my camera. So today's post is going to be about yesterday's news. I got my Western Digital Passport yesterday along with a new memory card for my camera.

Now, when I get time, I can take years of photos off of my work computer and keep them safe all in one space.

Next mission...investigate Jungle Disc for secondary and online backup of files.

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cp said…
It's funny how cute multiple gigs can be nowadays.
Vitamin B-Lardo said…
They are cute. I was excited just to hold it.
Pavitra said…
I see in the background you have your vitamins and a jar of food. So Jamie of you!

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