I feel like a complete idiot, and a lucky bastard, both at once, like the angel of crippling ambivalence flung pancake batter on my Nehru jacket.  It's the kind of good luck that keeps life slightly toxic.   

 I stupidly mail ordered a purported 8 terabyte external hard drive, offered from GiantStupidProducts  at a stupid low price.   Only a stupid, stupid fool would trust that simpering gaseous pipe dream.

Great mail service.   I got the thing in two days, took the risk, right out of the box.  Plugging it into the only desk top computer I have left, the precious few video and audio programs I use free of charge, and bazillion of photos, videos and text work could all eat shit for eternity if the device contains malware.    The defective hard drive appeared to be letting me copy terabytes of files and folders.  Elated stupid me till I checked results and the drive was defective in the same way other super-cheap storage devices have been.   I am a stupid slow learner.  I must 'splain.

Me, low net worth.  Very low.  I always risk misery such as I just had by buying items running at insane low prices.  It works well sometimes.  I've done well buying bargain musical equipment and jewelry.  The hard drive posed serious risk of damage to equipment, but luckily the only problem was it doesn't work.  It did no damage to the computer, so I'm happy about that.  Better, the seller will refund my money without my having to return the item.  I was fearful if I sent the hard drive back I could be vulnerable to cyber crime.  I have no way of knowing what info may have transferred from my computer to the shitty item.   Bastards could steal my identity, if they are that fucking desperate.

There's nothing illegal on my computers, but hackers hack into computers how ever they do and steal intellectual properties.  I'd rather they not grope the hard drive.  I'm sharing I still feel like a moron for buying the hard drive.  It wasted a load of time.