…48 hours later, the horror of GPM

From past experience, I unplugged the keyboard so that I wouldn’t accidentally hit enter.  Photorec stops the process without asking for confirmation.

When I got home, I decided to jiggle the mouse so that the screen blanking would clear.  I accidentally touched the right-mouse-button.

Right-click to paste is demented.  Ditto for middle-click to paste.  It seems I highlighted a CR at some point.  BAM.  Quit.  No prompt.  Process over.

I guess before I restart the process, I’ll manually sift through the smoldering heap of 15,783 unnamed jpg files, 2,396 mp3s, 248 oggs and 95 movs to find out if my vacation photos and MP3 collection were recoverable or not.

…40 Hours Later, the Joy of NFS

For the past 40 hours or so, my little notebook has been serving an NFS volume to my desktop.  Both of them are running recovery CDs.  The desktop is running Photorec, the notebook is running an NFS server.

This morning, when I was looking for the power supply for my workstation, I pulled the cord and saw the little notebook turn off.

Unfortunately, the little notebook has no battery in it.  The existing battery got toasted ages ago.   40 hours into scouring a drive with that utility could be lost… if not for the fact that NFS and EXT3 are so absurdly robust.

I powered on the notebook, mounted the ext3 FS, edited the exports file, ran dhcpcd, and poof.  The NFS mount was restored to its former glory.

15 hours or so to go before I get to see what kind of images come out of a data recovery attempt on that mostly virgin drive.