Lazarus or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Backup

So

My computers hard drive had a catastrophic failure of some sort.

I've always wanted to say catastrophic failure.

Needless to say I was super bummed.

I have had hard drives go bad on me before, but either I didn't care about what was on it, or it wasn't so bad that I couldn't finagle the files off of it before I reformatted. This time it was bad, like Michael Jackson BAD. he-he whoo. The drive was not being read at all by my computer except as something that was attached to it that it didn't quite know what to do with. Sort of what it's like when boys discover their penis. It's there but what do you do with it?

After a couple of frantic hours of trying everything free I could get my hand on it came down to me spending money. Which in this day and age I really hate to do. Now granted I probably could have gotten a cracked copy of the program I bought, but I felt better buying it. The program (called Data Rescue II) worked flawlessly. All of my files were recovered and they even retained there names so it was a snap to sift through what it found and only keep the stuff I wanted.

Although at this point another problem presented itself. The hard drive that crashed was an 80 gig with about 25 gig worth of stuff I wanted on it. My other internal hard drive is 6 gig. 25 > 6, the alligator eats the bigger number. I thought to myself, who has an extra hard drive that I might borrow until I can get my own. Jeremy. The answer to any question is always Jeremy. Thanks JRC. You belligerent Irish bastard.

After I got everything back I decided that the time was ripe for me to procure an external hard drive. I really didn't need anything that fancy, just something I could plug in and use to backup to. I wanted a Firewire drive because the transfer rate is so much better and because Firewire sound better than USB.

Firewire.

it just so happened that I found one on sale. Oh and did I mention that it was designed by Porsche. That's right I finally got a Porsche.



Now all I need is a computer that was made sometime after the Clinton years and I will be set.

All those geeks out there are right, you really do need to backup. And now I do.

Horray for the geeks.