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So, my first generation Maxtor ‘One Touch’ (one touch with a hammer will fix this drive enclosure!) firewire external hard drive failed. The internal PATA 160gb hard drive failed and I, in my naive way, thought, “I should just replace the hard drive inside the enclosure so I can reduce the amount of crap that I throw into land fill”. The Maxtor ‘One Touch’ (one touch by an angry Cyclops is the best for the maxtor marketing department) enclosure was working fine,just the internal drive failed.
So, here I am looking at all the new fancy eSATA external drives with firewire 800 and bells and whistles and looking at the internal PATA drives thinking I can just get one of those and everything would be sweet. Wrong. (Fuck you Maxtor!) The complete fuckwits at Maxtor, most likely the marketing department, decided in their infinite wisdom of the industrial revolutions greatest perpetual motion machine, economic growth, that they would intentionally add something to their hard drive enclosures that would cripple my 500GB western digital PATA drive to 128GB.
This mindlessly stupid act is actually inside the electronics of the hard drive enclosure and not only restricts the drives representation to the computer as 128gb while in the maxtor one touch (one touch of a fusion reactor should fix this hard drive enclosure), actually writes to the PATA drive firmware itself to cripple the drive when it is inserted into another computer or hard drive case. Amazing! Incredible! what a wonderful thing to perpetuate on the world. Another Shit product to be thrown in the land fill. Ohh, I could make an exhibition at the local art gallery showing people, like the ones who work at Maxtor who decided to cripple an amazing accomplishment of engineers past, into the leechers that they are.
So, here I am with a 500GB Western Digital PATA 3.5″ Hard Drive that, when I remove it from its shackle’s in the Maxtor ‘One Touch’ (one touch from the depths of hell where the ingenuity of maxtors business unit employees arises, should work for this drive enclosure), it will be magically be reduced to 128GB which requires an ‘ucking PC to do low level magic on, to fix. I don’t have an ‘ucking PC, nor do I want one. Yes, that right, you can restore your hard drive to it’s un-maxtor spoilt previous capacity by runnin a piece of software called “HDAT2″ located at http://www.hdat2.com/ . It rewrites some ATA code on the drive itself to release the rest of your hard drive. Don’t what ever you do, put the drive back into the maxtor case!! It will fuck it again straight away. Maxtor, ohh Segate now, of couse do not even recognise this as a fault with their product and the only representation of this faulty product tries to tell you to replace your ATA controller? What the fuck! My ATA controller? It’s your controller that is fucked, the one you designed and installed into your hard drive enclosure!
This is one of the bast threads regarding the issue. http://forums.macosxhints.com/showthread.php?p=359325 . As usuall, the PC threads ramble on about crap and try to get you to replace you ATA controller? and up grade your BIOS? the fuck are you guys talking about again… you’ve missed the point entirely! Yes, some windows version are so crippled that they cant recognise more than 128GB and yes their are BIOSes that have some problem with their Large-BA (Large Bullshit Artists) but this problem has nothing to do with your own PC. It is squarely an engineering fuck-up.
Ohh well, lucky I have a brother who works in the IT industry. Gee no wonder we need all there people to work in IT industry! If we lived in a world that didn’t believe in perpetual motion machines; long live growth; we would probably have half of our population working in jobs that create meaning and love for humans! Fuck!
The following came as a spam comment for the previous post. It didn’t take long to get spammed but I really liked this one. Quite a nice little story. I may have to use it one day as a theatre piece.
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The first time it happened, Adam was in the office gym. It was not his regular gym, but a small one high up on the silent upper floors. As he walks out, a piece of jagged metal in his hand grazes the arm of one of the corporate sentries, one of the unsmiling men who moves in the strange silent world of the upper floors. A deep gash in the skin that reveals, not blood and flesh, but a gleaming silver fluid, endlessly swirling, like molten metal. Adam is terrified. Then something hits him, and he rememberes nothing more until he comes around in a strange corridor with wide bell-shaped vases standing against the walls. He returns to work, and in the coming days convinces himself it was all a dream. But he still has that piece of jagged metal he picked up. And he remembers, weeks later, when a man is found dead in the strange corridor with wide vases against the wall, his body covered in welts the shape of long, curved eyes.
welll……
have ya?…..
It’s just about time you just sat down long and hard and wrote a big time pile of outporing rant driven crap about something that is on your mind or else no one will ever come back to the nusstabox to read the crap that you have to say? You think it’s all crap too… don’t you? But let me tell you… the little voices in your head are just that… little… and the ones that really count are waiting like the little children that they are for their turn to shine and shout and grow…. Isn’t it about time you told your little critic to just sit down for a bit? He doesn’t need to go away totally other wise you may descend into that place you were a couple of years ago… not that that was really bad, actually at the time it was just what you needed but at this time I feel you need a little bit of hard reality and a bit of self realization not coupled with huge experimentation…. Do you get it?
Knuckle down brother… where here to help you!!!!
Does this mean I am going to post more to the nusstabox….
mayby…
mayby it doesn’t.
There are strong maybes and weak maybes but if we all said maybe a bit more often… maybe the would would be a happier place.
: )
love ya!
Musing on the way the Somalian pirates are being portrayed in the media led me to the familiar conclusions regarding how inept journalists and producers of modern media are at actually being able to unbiasedly report on what is happening in the world.
With only a small amount of disengagement from ones own cultural assumptions we are able to see the so called pirates as the repressed people of their land standing up to the same old treatment handed to them from the disembodied humans of desert death cult (ddc) basis.
It has not changed; just I have changed. By being able to actually remember what has happened via stories and being gifted with only a small amount of real critical thought. Not the critical thought taught by the modern brain washing institutions, like universities, but by life, nature and pure experience. View points expressed without ever being humbled by ones own ‘non-importance’ to anything gives one a window into perspectives of the world that enables some form of just-ness.
Murder, deception, manipulation, environmental destruction, greed and general un-compassionate actions of ddc people to others not of ‘their ilk’ reflects back many of these things again and again. Ohh, how we whinge and cry fowl when we start to believe our laws are real; laws that have been made by people, just like books are written by people. We most likely get our neurosis about the infallibility of our laws by believing that a book written by people came from somewhere not human. The most ultimate extra-terrestrial delusion expressed by ddc religion following members. Interesting!
The ability to believe such a thing shows just how removed from the natural order of the world we are, as former and current death-cult members have become. But we didn’t just become like this. It has been going on for a while. An interpretation of the very book that underpins the death-cult is that it is warning about believing the teachings of other humans! It is so ironic that some have really missed the point when it comes to being shown that we are fallible.
I’ve stopped this listening to the parrots of media on all sides. The fringe writers of doom and conspiracy too the hideous suited pretenders peddling child misunderstandings at the speed of light. I don’t even trust the voices in my own mind to tell me anything remotely true. My own inability to grasp even where I stand day to day moves me to viewpoints not palatable to the mass.
Worship up comrades, brethren, brothers and children, we will all die someday. As wind blows the mountains beside me into the sea, I’ll be here till my ending which makes no difference to anything at all.
Maybe.
