My old law school laptop, which lacks a monitor and several keys, had long ago been relegated to television computer duty. There and in that capacity, it and its OEM parts have since served me faithfully and assiduously. One night, however, while riding the wild waves of the internet, I suddenly heard it. A low, dull, quick sound...much like the sound a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. It was the clicking of the old laptop's hard drive's heart, and with each reboot the click grew louder, louder, and louder still.
The old drive's hour had come. I unplugged the beast and, using no more than a screwdriver, hastily removed its drive and examined the corpse. Yes, it was stone. Stone dead. I placed my hand upon the drive and held it there many a minute. There was no click, for it was stone. Stone dead.
This hard drive would trouble me no more.
Read some Poe recently. Click of death. Busted Hitachi.
We seem to have bad luck with hard drives.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Poe on Read/Write Errors
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