A little fable for your enjoyment…
Equipment Needed:
- Eggnog (Captain Morgan’s optional)
- Sense of Humor (Available at your local Walgreens or CVS)
And so it…
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Microsoft Wireless 6000 Mouse;
The computers were sleeping on the network with care,
In hopes that Windows Home Server Backup soon would be there.
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The children were nestled all sung in their beds,
While visions of Windows Media Center danced in their heads;
And the wife with her netbook, and mine removed from my lap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
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When inside the office there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to hear a clicking hard drive platter;
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Remote Desktop the server, to diagnose the crash.
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Admin and password and the trusty Console,
Gave the hope that this sound, away it would go;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a glowing red error and file conflicts listed here.
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With an outdated driver and firmware SD1A
I knew in a moment it must be the Seagate;
More rapid than eagles the conflict errors they came,
It hummed and it clicked while I called it bad names.
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Now, sh&#head, now f*&kstain, now d*$kwad and a$$*ole,
On restart, on error log, on to disk manager I go;
To the side of the server, to the bay of the drive,
If I do not stop cursing I will wake up my wife.
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As shiet that hits fans would then start to fly,
I shut down the server and unplugged the drive;
So out to the garage, the slippers and I flew,
To a drawer full of old IDE drives, I hope a SATA one too.
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And then, in a twinkling, I saw in the drawer,
An old My Book World Edition that I had dropped on the floor;
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
To the work bench I went with the drive I had found.
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It was made in all white, from head to rubber feet,
And the sides were slightly scratched from being dropped on concrete;
A bundle of power cords were attached to the back,
Crap, this might not work, as I heard plastic crack.
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My eyes – ah who cares, garage damn cold and I so weary
My cheeks were like roses, my nose like a cherry;
A little drool from my mouth was about to ice over,
Onto the beard of my chin, well it is a goatee, a summer leftover.
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So the Craftsman screwdriver was jammed, tight in plastic teeth,
The cover would not budge, I would have to get underneath;
But then I remembered, there had to be a trick,
And it shook when I opened it, with just one simple click.
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Inside was the 500GB SATA, a trusty WD drive,
And I laughed when I thought it could be brought back alive;
A shake and a turn and a twist of a screw head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
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I spoke not a word, and went straight back to the case,
And removed the old drive, this one in its place;
Replacing the cables and side cover I arose;
And giving a nod, Power On, here it goes.
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As she sprang to life once again, the drive gave me a whistle,
And away flew the error messages, like the down of a thistle;
And the wife heard me exclaim, as I turned off the light,
Disk Duplication for all, and to all a good-night!
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Happy Holidays To Everyone!
