Wasn’t it just 08:00 a couple of minutes ago? Have I been on the job sites and in the e-mails and on the phone all day?
Well, at least I talked to seven recruiters today, talked to both my brother and mother, directly applied for four new jobs, and got some chores done. And, I think in some sneaky way, one of those calls to a recruiter was a phone-screen. I’m not sure, but I have suspicions.
I just need to train my cats to make lunch for me, so I don’t miss meals. Yeah, I know, good luck with that one, Nate.
Well, the laptop itself is fine, but the hard drive is dying. Much like my laptop hard drive failed.
It’s much earlier in the failure process, but shows many of the same symptoms – SMART status was fine, but there are blocks are going bad with more and more going bad with each drive scan. In this case, I was able to review several fsck checks and it appears the superblocks disappeared. All of them.
It boots to the dreaded “?” icon flashing in the center of the grey screen. So, I booted to the boot selection screen, and it only showed options for a network boot and the optical drive. I booted from the installation DVD, and Startup Disk couldn’t find the Hard Drive at all. Disk Utility could, and the partition tables and filesystem check out fine. So, I nuked the partition table, rebooted, and checked to make sure it was gone. Now I’m repartitioning and zeroing the drive.
Yeah, life is just peachy keen and dandy. Thrilling, even.
Before I get into it, here are some pics of cats:
Well, in light of my woes and whiney-pants posts lately, I decided to do clean-up and run a couple of errands today. And, while you may never forget how to ride a bicycle, you certainly forget how much it hurts during, as well as afterwards.
Wow. My brain hurts, and I’m tired. Since my blog-post-a-day suffered during this busy period, here’s a N8-brand recap.
The bolt-extractor bit snapping in the bolt pretty much made up my mind, and bopping myself in the forehead when it snapped cemented it, I should give up on this repair. The hardened bit won’t be drilled through, and various online and offline discussions pointed out that this would be a difficult job from here on out.
I was already researching how to get rid of the car, when a friend pointed out that we could try cutting off the caliper bracket and bolts, to give us access to drill out the bolts.
Round, um… SIX! Yes, six.
Round 6 and the bolts are still winning. But like some pathetic scrawny wanna-be hero in some independent boxing film, I just keep getting back up and trying again.
I didn’t post yesterday because I had an overwhelming desire to read words, not compose them.
Long day – used half the can on the caliper bolts, they won’t budge. Couldn’t find the propane torch. The new bolt-gripper sockets couldn’t budge the bolts. Vise grips didn’t work. Long-handled socket wrench didn’t work. Found a drill to try grinding a slot in the bolt to attempt a screwdriver, but the drill isn’t done charging. Can’t find the drill bits for drilling out the bolts, which is the next step after trying the slot-thing. Walked to the nearest Target and bought a bike so I can do grocery shopping, and I forgot I’ve not used those leg muscles in 15 years, (I’m gonna be soooo sore tomorrow,) and then biked to the grocery store to get milk….
Yeah, I’m tired. TGIF.
Have a good weekend, readers.
After all I’ve had to do on that car, from front brakes (pads and rotors) to fuel filter to fuel pressure regulator to (now) rear brakes (pads and rotors), I kinda wish I had…
Aw, criminey, there’s an update to WordPress.
Holy modern theme…! Well, gonna hafta fix that later…
Where was I…?