two little things
Apr. 30th, 2003 07:44 pmfirst
I have been having a wee bit of fun recently leaving somewhat peculiar testimonies on my friend's friendster accounts, its been making me giggle, and i do expect it to continue, so if you havent gotten one yet worry not, its just takes time to find the appropriate thought.
But I do think all in all besides holding out for the random possibility that I find someone I know from offline but that is not related in anyway to my journal those tribute/testimonial things are my favorite part of what generally seem to be an insipid and poorly designed site.
Why if it didnt appeal to my curiosity and allow me to indirectly molest my friends in wonderful ways, I would prolly bail.
I hope none of you work for norton/symantec cause I am gonna kill every one of those whale semen guzzling, baby koala molesting, two fingered elderberry felching asshats just as soon as I can decide upon a suitably tediously slow and excruciatingly painful way to do it.
why? you might ask?
ok so I actually bought the latest version of "ghost" and I wanted to create a clone of the second hard drive on my puter (the data drive) on the third hard drive.
In theory it should be pretty damn simple, you take an image of drive 2 and apply it to drive 3, in no way whatsoever affecting drive 1 right?
no, not only does the fucking application puke halfway through cloning the drive, it resets the SCSI bios to boot to drive 2 instead of drive 1, and rewrote the MBR on both drives to load the nonexistant version of windows on drive 2, thereby completely hosing the current working version of windows on drive 1 and requiring a complete reinstall of windows.
next, while I am not sure it is entirely nortons fault, I am highly suspicious it is and at this point willing to blame the fuckers anyway, I wipe all the drives, repartition and reformat them [cause I had been smart enough to back up all my data before letting ghost fuck with my system, damn I rule]. Then start a clean install of XP.
Now there are three drives in my system, all SCSI drives, I got an 4gb, an 8gb, and 40gb drive. The 8gb is my boot drive, for my OS and application files, the 40gb drive is my data drive and contains all my personal data and files that I do not store on the server or want a local copy of, and whatever random games I have on my system at the moment since they are space intensive and rarely stay installed long. The 4gb drive is used only as a scratch drive for my various projects in photoshop/poser/lightwave/reason etc.
well the re-install of windows which I just complete has the drives letter appropriately assigned 8gb is C:, 40gb is D:, 4gb is E:, but somehow the fucking thing decided to install windows to the 4gb E: instead of the C: drive I specified during the install. It has to be nortons fault.
so I get to wipe the entire fucking machine, remove the 4gb and 40gb drive as a precaution and reinstall the OS to the 8gb drive.
I am fairly confidant that the time that this requires will give me ample opportunity to cool my heels and determine a suitably gruesome justice
though I often say it
never does it ring quite so true
as when my wrath is bubbling
but damn
it is good to be the king
I have been having a wee bit of fun recently leaving somewhat peculiar testimonies on my friend's friendster accounts, its been making me giggle, and i do expect it to continue, so if you havent gotten one yet worry not, its just takes time to find the appropriate thought.
But I do think all in all besides holding out for the random possibility that I find someone I know from offline but that is not related in anyway to my journal those tribute/testimonial things are my favorite part of what generally seem to be an insipid and poorly designed site.
Why if it didnt appeal to my curiosity and allow me to indirectly molest my friends in wonderful ways, I would prolly bail.
I hope none of you work for norton/symantec cause I am gonna kill every one of those whale semen guzzling, baby koala molesting, two fingered elderberry felching asshats just as soon as I can decide upon a suitably tediously slow and excruciatingly painful way to do it.
why? you might ask?
ok so I actually bought the latest version of "ghost" and I wanted to create a clone of the second hard drive on my puter (the data drive) on the third hard drive.
In theory it should be pretty damn simple, you take an image of drive 2 and apply it to drive 3, in no way whatsoever affecting drive 1 right?
no, not only does the fucking application puke halfway through cloning the drive, it resets the SCSI bios to boot to drive 2 instead of drive 1, and rewrote the MBR on both drives to load the nonexistant version of windows on drive 2, thereby completely hosing the current working version of windows on drive 1 and requiring a complete reinstall of windows.
next, while I am not sure it is entirely nortons fault, I am highly suspicious it is and at this point willing to blame the fuckers anyway, I wipe all the drives, repartition and reformat them [cause I had been smart enough to back up all my data before letting ghost fuck with my system, damn I rule]. Then start a clean install of XP.
Now there are three drives in my system, all SCSI drives, I got an 4gb, an 8gb, and 40gb drive. The 8gb is my boot drive, for my OS and application files, the 40gb drive is my data drive and contains all my personal data and files that I do not store on the server or want a local copy of, and whatever random games I have on my system at the moment since they are space intensive and rarely stay installed long. The 4gb drive is used only as a scratch drive for my various projects in photoshop/poser/lightwave/reason etc.
well the re-install of windows which I just complete has the drives letter appropriately assigned 8gb is C:, 40gb is D:, 4gb is E:, but somehow the fucking thing decided to install windows to the 4gb E: instead of the C: drive I specified during the install. It has to be nortons fault.
so I get to wipe the entire fucking machine, remove the 4gb and 40gb drive as a precaution and reinstall the OS to the 8gb drive.
I am fairly confidant that the time that this requires will give me ample opportunity to cool my heels and determine a suitably gruesome justice
though I often say it
never does it ring quite so true
as when my wrath is bubbling
but damn
it is good to be the king