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Lord Gazwad of Grantham
A little while back I had my first ever hard drive failure.
Well, that's not strictly true, I RMA'd a drive once which was acting funny;
Another one failed but it was borrowed for troubleshooting, the trouble was
it was already ****ed so I was no better off.
Anyway, I thought I'd do some diagnostics on this POS PC I built from crap
so the chink **** can run through setting-up linux and getting a beautiful
desktop.
Whilst I was perusing the shyte available on Hiren's I came across HDD
Regenerator v1.41.
It's running now but unfortunately the ****ed drive is 80GB, it's in by 15GB
so far.
Has anyone ever used HDD Regenerator or a similar utility?
Any success?
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For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.
Well, that's not strictly true, I RMA'd a drive once which was acting funny;
Another one failed but it was borrowed for troubleshooting, the trouble was
it was already ****ed so I was no better off.
Anyway, I thought I'd do some diagnostics on this POS PC I built from crap
so the chink **** can run through setting-up linux and getting a beautiful
desktop.
Whilst I was perusing the shyte available on Hiren's I came across HDD
Regenerator v1.41.
It's running now but unfortunately the ****ed drive is 80GB, it's in by 15GB
so far.
Has anyone ever used HDD Regenerator or a similar utility?
Any success?
--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.