If I were a more committed Blogger this would be better documented on the Asus EeePC’s little Atom processor here, and the expression of my great frustration exhibited for all to see — but the kitchen is finished and looks incredibly top-shelf gorgeous, there’s fresh paint in a professional manner everywhere, and we’re unpacking to fill the space after fifty eight-days in the wilderness (or living room) — so the fact that my super zoot-drive high-phenom Gixxer-speed desktop took a complete shit when the breakers out on the garages fried on a rainy night last week and PG&E had to come out and replace them, is still something I’m dealing with in small bites.
The message is that BOOTMGR is missing, press Ctrl+Alt+Del to restart – in a divide-by-zero mode. It keeps coming up with that. I can get to the BIOS but that’s it. So I removed the drive from the box and put it into a USB/SATA case. Powered-up and plugged that sucker into the other laptop, but still can’t see any of my own data files. I can see the programs and stuff, and that there’s 320GB of crap there, but USER is empty and I can’t get to any of my former directories, with pictures and and circles and arrows and documents of many paragraphs and spreadsheets. There’s all sorts of permissions bullshit in Win-7 and I made myself the “Owner” of the drive, but still the data is doing a Che Guevara and hiding its cowardly self. It’s TSA Craptastic. With the assistance of a buddy dirtbiker-computer builder nerd genius back in North Cackalacky and after some emo remote web-conferencing FAIL (the Win7 box would not submit to TSA Club groping procedures from the XP controller), we squoshed up a disc with a bunch of RAR files in order to boot to some flav of Linux – to no avail. Thinking maybe a boot from teh USB would be cute I tried that too, still no luck.
From the desk drawer I pulled out the Costco special 500MB Seagate FreeAgent to check the latest backup and it won’t spin-up. You can hear it humm and click and a whirr as it goes into its windup – and then it backs off and stops. Shit crap fuck hell. No windup, no pitch. I have NEVER had a Windows “backup” actually succeed in any way. Not ever-ever-ever. Not even while employed at Corporate with a large IT operation that did us up remotely like TSA rubber glove snappers – mine always seemed to have the Goober Gremlins, and so I’m not terribly surprised but a bit annoyed since now I have some stupid eWaste to dispose of – but I can do that remotely too with a box of 5.56 luv from Federal.
Maybe there’s another way to get at the data and recover it, my neighbor is CEO of a
small mobile gaming company up in San Mateo out by Electronic Arts (I think) and knows a guy who is a data recovery wizard so there are still options. There are plenty of stupid-smart people around here.
But the kitchen is freaking fantastic. Just too bad I don’t have Photoshop on this micro machine, and that all the pics of the earlier wreckage and renovation are inaccessible, because I really need to blog with pictures – it’s how I roll. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been blogging much. No piccy, no bloggy.