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If I thought you could find the way I would tell you go get lost.
I don't think the world likes me very much today.
Number one: last month, I bought a dress from eBay. I realised yesterday it hadn't arrived, and mailed the seller. She tells me that she posted it, and a fortnight later it landed back with her undelivered. She has my address correctly, and it came with no explanation.
Much worse: number two. At the weekend I went to a wedding of a university friend. There were five of us who hung out together in that particular group: one married years ago, one has expressed his intentions of not marrying, the third was this weekend. That leaves Rachel and I. Rachel has been engaged a while, and was chatting happily about her own wedding plans.
It seemed the wedding was reasonably imminent - May - and I realised that I obviously hadn't been invited. "I take it as read you're going?" said Andrew in conversation. No, I said, I wasn't. I was a little hurt, but fundamentally weddings are expensive beasts and I guess you have to cut people off your list sometimes. A disappointment for me, but there we are.
The following day, it transpired that Rachel had sent out American style save-the-date cards a long way in advance, last July. "You did mark it in your diary?" she checked with me. Well, no.
I've had no card; the post office has obviously eaten it. Since the RSVP-inviations have not yet been dispatched, no one had realised I wasn't informed.
In the intervening months, that weekend has been booked with the rapper team. I briefly considered asking if I could welch on the commitment - awkward, but hopefully excusable - but now I remember that that weekend we have a bare minimum. We've accepted a booking at a festival, and for me to go to the wedding would involve the whole team backing out. I could do it, but I don't think it's a reasonable thing to ask.
Still, I guess weddings can take place without me. I just reserve my right to be cross with the PO about this one.
And today my giant external hard-drive, which houses my mp3 collection, appears to have eaten its own head. When I switch it on, it no longer spins up but emits a slightly melodious series of beeps[*] followed by a distressed crunching noise.
No, I don't have back-ups. My mp3 collection is the back up, since I only really keep mp3s of albums I own in phsyical form. Except... except for that one directory called Random_Shite. That was full of mp3s downloaded for free from band's sites, mailed to me by friends, and filched from message boards; some legit and no longer available, some stolen at dead of night. As a proportion, there's very few of them, but there were some gems in there.
Please don't be dead, hard-drive.
[*] Do hard-drives have POST codes ? I didn't think so, but can't quite work out what else it might be. I don't know its make/model (and getting it out of the USB caddy is a nightmare) so can't investigate what that particular beeping might mean anyway.
Number one: last month, I bought a dress from eBay. I realised yesterday it hadn't arrived, and mailed the seller. She tells me that she posted it, and a fortnight later it landed back with her undelivered. She has my address correctly, and it came with no explanation.
Much worse: number two. At the weekend I went to a wedding of a university friend. There were five of us who hung out together in that particular group: one married years ago, one has expressed his intentions of not marrying, the third was this weekend. That leaves Rachel and I. Rachel has been engaged a while, and was chatting happily about her own wedding plans.
It seemed the wedding was reasonably imminent - May - and I realised that I obviously hadn't been invited. "I take it as read you're going?" said Andrew in conversation. No, I said, I wasn't. I was a little hurt, but fundamentally weddings are expensive beasts and I guess you have to cut people off your list sometimes. A disappointment for me, but there we are.
The following day, it transpired that Rachel had sent out American style save-the-date cards a long way in advance, last July. "You did mark it in your diary?" she checked with me. Well, no.
I've had no card; the post office has obviously eaten it. Since the RSVP-inviations have not yet been dispatched, no one had realised I wasn't informed.
In the intervening months, that weekend has been booked with the rapper team. I briefly considered asking if I could welch on the commitment - awkward, but hopefully excusable - but now I remember that that weekend we have a bare minimum. We've accepted a booking at a festival, and for me to go to the wedding would involve the whole team backing out. I could do it, but I don't think it's a reasonable thing to ask.
Still, I guess weddings can take place without me. I just reserve my right to be cross with the PO about this one.
And today my giant external hard-drive, which houses my mp3 collection, appears to have eaten its own head. When I switch it on, it no longer spins up but emits a slightly melodious series of beeps[*] followed by a distressed crunching noise.
No, I don't have back-ups. My mp3 collection is the back up, since I only really keep mp3s of albums I own in phsyical form. Except... except for that one directory called Random_Shite. That was full of mp3s downloaded for free from band's sites, mailed to me by friends, and filched from message boards; some legit and no longer available, some stolen at dead of night. As a proportion, there's very few of them, but there were some gems in there.
Please don't be dead, hard-drive.
[*] Do hard-drives have POST codes ? I didn't think so, but can't quite work out what else it might be. I don't know its make/model (and getting it out of the USB caddy is a nightmare) so can't investigate what that particular beeping might mean anyway.

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I'm glad I chose the hammer.
Now all that data lives on a paired RAID setup. I couldn't face all that ripping again.
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I don't feel that I'm quite well-educated enough to go at it with a hammer; I'll take it into work tomorrow and see if promises of biscuits/chocolate/beer are enough to persuade one of our sysadmins to evaluate my options for me.
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The point was that the drive itself was good; it was the PSU/onboard electronics that had died. It was a Networked HD rather than just an external HD.
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Um... you probably got that idea because that's what they say they do.
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There are several explanations for this, ranging between "they don't sell it any more" and "I am an idiot".
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That's the first I've heard of hard disks having speakers, but they have the logic for it.
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Think I'd been living in England too long..
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As someone who sells stuff on ebay I can tell you that this happens a lot (about 1 in 50 parcels). WHY I don't know (I have never been offered a reasonable explanation by Royal Mail)!
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I'm just curious... if
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(Anonymous) 2008-02-06 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
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But if you could persuade the gentleman to mail me Wot Italian again that'd be great :)
HD not quite declared dead yet, but is very definitely pining for the fjords, missing the sounds and generally fretting after inland waterways.