If bad luck didn't constantly sneak up behind me and sodomize my life would likely not have any luck at all.. fuck sakes!
Was doing a bit of worky tom foolery and gaming fuckery on my laptop a number of nights back.. got tired, closed the laptop and went to sleep.
Upon an attempted restart of the laptop the hard drive seemed to have issues reading then I was met with the ever shit windblows blue screen of death sporting the following error message in it's wake...
"Unable to communicate with boot device"
FUCKIN' HORSE SHIT!
This is the second hard drive that fuckin' laptop has seemingly self grenaded in just as many months. Not sure if some other undetected hardware issue is frying these fuckin' things or if I simply have the worst luck ever when it comes to hard drive longevity.
The best hypothesis I could muster was that somehow the magnetism exerted by my DJ headphones buggered up the hard drive causing the boot failure.. but am unable to prove or disprove this.
Thank fuck that my 1950x workstation is with me and still able to use it to do my leisure, work and whatnot.. although it's only reporting 7 of 8 RAM sticks in it and seems to be oddly hoarding 27GB of memory making it not usable by windblows...
Oh well, more shit to fix I guess.
Any payment received from this post will be thrown towards getting a new storage drive for my pissoff of a laptop.