August 15th, 2009

tech support, stupid

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee

My baby booted. My baby booted, and I have not started any non-essential programs, and I have the new bigass external drive plugged in and running a full backup of the entire unsorted hard drive, copy first apologize later.

After this backup has been sucked off him, then we can worry about things like troubleshooting and figuring out where the other 622 gigs of hard drive space got hidden and suchlike. And it's not like the most important things were not already backed up. But there's a difference between a scattershot piecemeal backup and a proper one, and oh goodness I am failtech for not having had it fully backed up like it should be from the start and no excuses.

JD came with me to Fry's (Electronics); I got started later than I'd really planned on. We located canned air and dithered over drives; I got the identical drive that JD had; it's served him well for some time. (samurai_ko had a simply horrid experience with one of the same brand, and I found horror stories about a bunch of failures, but the horror stories were firmware-related in a different model, even though they were scarily bricked.) (Related to the chatter on the drive there: when did I become old enough to start serving as an Internet Grown-Up in chatrooms? How did I start to help raise internet children? Wasn't it just yesterday that I was an internet child between the loving pizzas of the List?) (It is now a rite of passage, I suppose -- come onto the internet, start exploring, and hope like hell that the internet culture that you find will be healthy and capable of raising well-adjusted children and will embrace you. Except you don't know that to hope. You don't know what you're looking for until you've suddenly found it and found you've come home.)

There was Checkout Funtimes Theatre, and we headed back for home. I heeded my aunt's advice about 280 vs. 101 at scary times of day, and while I was waiting for JD, I worked out how to activate the alternate route: avoid this part of the route feature. So I asked to avoid 101, got 280, and it was nearly clear sailing except for some apple to mint to grape jelly with a touch of raspberry jam (see: Traffic Conditions As Rated By Actual Jams Conceit) until we hit Colma (a good place to be alive! where all the dead people are!). JD switched Riddle's route guidance off and directed me to a blue and spiky train station. I went home, by way of Trader Joe's (hummus on crisps and blueberries seem to be the food choices of the week).

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Madman did boot right up and did not argue with me (last known good settings), and I plugged the external drive in with some alacrity, and got it started pulling a full backup. (It's on the C part of the music collection right now: Celtic Confusion, the track that has "Calico and Velvet"; my music collection is mostly duplicated in my folders upon folders of CDs, but it's a bear to re-rip.)

So now I wait. And, I am to hope, sleep.
  • Current Mood
    relieved relieved
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33 tweets for 2009-8-15

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Friday, 2356: JESUS AND ALL THE SAINTS PRESERVE US. The pins and holes on the fans' electrical hookups are misaligned. brb poky thing.
  • Saturday, 0003: One very small crochet hook later, connectivity is restored to the damn fans. (Don't worry, the box is unplugged.)
  • Saturday, 0012: Self, next time you disassemble case, crochet hook to front starboard empty screw hole 4 panel off. Assemble, loosen top screws 4 panel on.
  • Saturday, 0015: A small crochet hook can be used for some static-insensitive non-shocking poking-about inside a computer case. #geekhousekeeping
  • Saturday, 0115: In which John C. Wright is TOLD by THE.... Sodomite Hal Duncan!! http://icio.us/agqdg0
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