Every eighteen months my PC takes a doodie in the sandbox. Gosh, I’ve stared at the opening sentence for the last ten minutes – it’s not getting any better. Pardon my analogies, let’s try this again. Think of the sandbox as work and the dootie a mess that makes the playground unworkable. In other words, the machine broke and broke badly.
There’s a technical explanation for the problem, but for those who prefer English: cat fur clogged the intake fans, causing the drive to overheat and then short. And if not for the knowledge of Big Matt and the Buddhapuss Books expense account – all data would be lost.
In a perfect world, by Thursday everything returns to normal. Big Matt made me promise to order a new case with special filters that catch fur and dust and a spare external harddrive for cloning.
buddhapuss strikes again – perhaps his way of saying your hard drive needs to take a break….LOL
Maybe it’s time to shave buddhapuss
(GI Buddhapuss, the hollywood block buster – I can see it now!)
Heh. He’s not a block buster, but he can break tables and small chairs. And hard drivess.
good luck mang!
still have to recover the Wife’s data, but I’m back in bidness. Even saved the stuff written the day the harddrive died.
back to the kittie hair-do…. I envision a Mohawk for that tough little cat. I think he’d look cool.