Icarus

Yesterday I got news that I would most likely be getting not only my Book List back from the old hard drive, but all my other files as well. There was a small part of my brain telling me to hold off the celebrations until I had the disc in my hand, but it was stomped into submission by the much larger, gleefully shouting part of my brain in .007 seconds.

This morning I got news that not one scrapping byte of information could be salvaged from the drive. The guy working on it spent 5 hours fighting with it last night alone, and that was The End. No spreadsheets, no pictures, no documents. No Book List.

Luckily I still have the version my sister dug up.

I am crushed.

In the words of Darth Vader, NOOOOOOOOooooooo!

My computer ate it's own hard drive this weekend. Here is a brief list of things I have lost: everything I had in iTunes, pictures, short stories I was puttering around with, the book list I have spent the last 6 YEARS compiling....you get the idea.

One of the IT guys at work is going to take a look to see if anything might be salvagable, since my own fumbling attempts have done absolutely nothing. I even went through all the partition garbage and tried to reboot completely from my Windows disc. Nada.

I have 90% resigned myself to having lost those things forever. The only one that really bothers me is my book list. I think the last version of that I sent to anyone was over 2 years ago, so even if she still has it, it is missing the last 100-ish books I have added.

I really really really really hope the IT guy will say 'Hey! I can pull some things off this mangled, pathetic excuse for a hard drive. Here you go.' Either way I have to buy a new computer. This is the little gem I currently have my eye on:

It's from the future! It has blue lights! And a dual-core Pentium processor! And an absolutely blazing video card. Sweet. And all for the low, low price of $900. Not counting the cost of a new external hard drive - I learned my lesson.