January 18, 2005

Lies, Damned Lies and Ballistics

Filed under: digital — mhoye @ 11:03 pm

So, yo, let me tell you about an interesting confluence of workarounds and fuckups that congealed on my bench today.

There’s these 200-Gig Maxtor hard drives, you see, that are jumpered like this: no jumpers means master-only, a jumper in one place means “master with slave present” and a jumper in another place means “slave”. Pretty straightforward, you’d think, except for the fact that every other hard drive I’ve seen in the last ten years does it differently, basically no-jumper=master, one-jumper=slave and a different jumper means cable select, which nobody sane ever uses, ever.

So there’s these 200-Gig Maxtor drives, yo, and they’re subtly different than every other drive I’ve handled, but when you plug them in set to master-only and slave, rather than the correct master+slave and slave, everything works fine. WinXP boots up correctly, from the right drive, sees the other and gives it a drive letter.

But here’s the thing: in this same setup, Norton Ghost, which is (this is going to be extremely relevant shortly) supposed to be a god-damned, fucking backup utility, looks at that same setup and tells you a single crucial and outright lie. Not just a little white “nice suit”, “I like your new haircut”, “your kids are cute” thing; a duplicitous “WMDs-all-over”, “We’ll-be-welcomed-as-liberators”, “I-hold-in-my-hands-a-paper” imposture. Specifically, it will lie to you about the source and destination of your drive-to-drive backup, you goddamned pustulant pigfucker, and get them precisely, 100% incorrect, and I spent the last part of my work day backing up two hundred gigabytes of empty space onto the drive of a specialised machine that took an awful lot of work to get right.

I left work a little early today, so that I didn’t start hitting sensitive electromechanical thingies with office furniture. Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I bet it’s going to be one of those days that all the voices in my head have Tourettes.


  1. I feel your pain.

    Really, it runs faster, though, if you ghost from one chain to another, and not between two drives on the same chain.

    But that’s not very helpful now.

    Comment by Quotation — January 19, 2005 @ 12:36 am

  2. the machine gods, evidently, are not pleased.

    In my world that is the equivalent of having a busload of very heavy, hirsute men arrive instead of the trio of very svelte bikini models for a hot tub beer advertisement shoot. Ouch.

    Comment by memeboy — January 19, 2005 @ 3:38 pm

  3. Sorry to hear of your troubles.

    But that tourettes line is much worthy of a .sig….

    Comment by Jeff — January 19, 2005 @ 5:20 pm

  4. My favorite part of this entry is the part where you attempt (tragically in vain) to make it sound like you’re living the thug life.

    Comment by Mike Kozlowski — January 20, 2005 @ 6:09 pm

  5. Admin4Life, bitchaz. East c0ast!

    Comment by Mike Hoye — January 20, 2005 @ 6:33 pm

  6. I got lost very quickly in this blog – so instead of sympathy I thought I’d share the strange fetishist image that popped into my head of master and slave bondage pairings all clad in black rubber and fuzzy red jumpers. But what is the “other place” where you can put a jumper?

    Comment by Darcy — January 25, 2005 @ 12:02 pm

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