I'd been wondering whether something was wrong for the last couple of days, as my normally-solid ancient desktop machine crashed this weekend and then had trouble rebooting. But it seemed to be okay after the second reboot.
This evening several applications crashed at once, and one of them attempted to restart and griped about corrupt files. Cue ominous music.
Disk sick. Including, very likely, the swap area. Disk dying.
Of course I haven't backed up anything on this old behemoth. Of course it has, in fact, no access to any devices capable of writing (unless you count the printer, a relatively poor backup strategy). Of course my laptop's battery is completely dead. Of course no machine in this house can access files from any other machine, unless I am
rfrench, which tonight I am not, as he is gone.
Well. I have a shell account and I know how to use FTP.
Couple hours later I have every shred of data I care about sucked down to CD-R through the laptop, including some crap I had lying around on my two ISP shell accounts, via the simple expedient of FTPing everything to Kentucky from one machine and back from Kentucky onto the other. I don't care if there was a faster way to do it: this worked. Phew. That bolus of data included taxes as far back as '96 and all the square dance choreo I've written in the last several years.
Now I just wait for this ol' machine to die, I expect. Too bad. It's been good to me. :-(
This evening several applications crashed at once, and one of them attempted to restart and griped about corrupt files. Cue ominous music.
Disk sick. Including, very likely, the swap area. Disk dying.
Of course I haven't backed up anything on this old behemoth. Of course it has, in fact, no access to any devices capable of writing (unless you count the printer, a relatively poor backup strategy). Of course my laptop's battery is completely dead. Of course no machine in this house can access files from any other machine, unless I am
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Well. I have a shell account and I know how to use FTP.
Couple hours later I have every shred of data I care about sucked down to CD-R through the laptop, including some crap I had lying around on my two ISP shell accounts, via the simple expedient of FTPing everything to Kentucky from one machine and back from Kentucky onto the other. I don't care if there was a faster way to do it: this worked. Phew. That bolus of data included taxes as far back as '96 and all the square dance choreo I've written in the last several years.
Now I just wait for this ol' machine to die, I expect. Too bad. It's been good to me. :-(
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*snicker* I have this visual of you doing a hex dump of the drive sectors to the printer and hacking everything back onto a new drive by hand. Ew.
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That explains why I haven't met him yet - you and he are the same person! ;-) I knew there was a reason he was never with you.
FTPing everything to Kentucky
Careful, that's only one state away from me. ;-)
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Heh heh, no one has ever seen
Indeed, it's close... that's where one of my shell accounts lives, the one whose name I don't give out because it still gets less than ten spam a day.
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Oh, ick. Even worse.
Heh heh, no one has ever seen [info]rfrench and me in the same room...
My brain has seized up trying to come up with just what superhero you (or he) would be. ;-)
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Less typing per byte of data, though. Word doc files are soooo bloated.
My brain has seized up trying to come up with just what superhero you (or he) would be. ;-)
Defender of Common Sense? Mad Flying Gadgeteer? This is worth some thought.
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I like those. :-) Costumes?
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M16 or no M16? Mmm, no, long guns are probably not the most practical way to deal with the challenges a Mad Flying Defender of Common Sense is likely to face. But a clue bat is hard to carry when flying. Hmm. This needs work.
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Mmmm... leather corset. Thigh-high leather boots?
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The worst offenders, perhaps. ;-)
Calf-high, so I can stick a knife in the top of 'em. Practicality is key!
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Well okay, related to your post: that was a clever solution. Glad that you saved your data.
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My journal has been mostly friends-only for a while, although I'm making an effort to relax a bit. I only have one reader I'd rather not see my stuff, and he may have forgotten about me by now.
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What a delightfully apropriate word.
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