On Monday, Dec. 23rd, I experienced one of the most terrifying sounds an avid computer user will ever hear:
whirrrrrrr-CLICK-whir-CLICKITYCLICKITYCLICKITY
Oh yes. Hard drive failure. I suspect that the heat from my internal CD writer eventually caused the drive's death. In any case, my backup drive, which was no more than a week old, was at home, not at work, so I attempted a full recovery. This proved to be exceptionally difficult. At one point, I had the drive out of my laptop, connected to the board for an external Firewire enclosure, with a mylar-wrapped freezer pack resting on top of the drive, trying to keep it cold enough for me to retrieve all the data from its dying carcass. I succeeded.
I was quite fortunate that I did make a full copy of my drive, considering when I got home and tried to psync my new drive to the backup disk, my backup drive failed to mount at all. Looks like I'll be ordering a second replacement hard drive.
This was, of course, after I had hit some piece of road debris last week on the way to work, slicing a 2.5" cycloidal gash in one of my tires. (Result: 4 new tires, since the other three only had 2 mm of tread left.) A day later, Sarah's glider rocker spit all of the bearings from its swivel mechanism out onto floor. (Note: without those bearings, it ceases to glide, and begins to clunk.) Fortunately, the friendly and helpful staff at the local Babies R Us were able to exchange the swivel unit for us.
Posted by brent at 13:46