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Screwing up friend's system and destroying own USB drive

Starting from the New Year - I have got a strange succession of events. Mostly negative, but thankfully nothing extraordinarily disturbing. First thing that happened was a really bad hangover in the morning of 1st. It was cool but woke up at 11AM! So yeah - I almost missed the morning technically. That very night a friend of mine fell and broke the washbasin in our restroom. What's more - I did not know about it till morning. I went ahead and walked in and whoa - a piece got into a toe finger and colored the slippers and the bathroom floor red. Next thing you know I was busy holding my leg up trying to let the blood clot. Got late for office naturally.

The next funny stuff happened at my friend's place. He was running a pre-historic version of Ubuntu. I smartly typed in the sudo apt-get update. That was all great, except the fact that the version was absolutely not supported. So a selected few packages that remained the same were updated and the rest of the sources got broken. What my friend ended up with was a broken system that refused even to login to the X Windows.

The fun could have stopped then Instead, it went on in a rather sadistic way. Fixing a Ubuntu system is rather easy. Especially since I had a bootable pendrive and Ubuntu 12.04LTS. So I tried creating a Ubuntu Live USB disk. This thing that I had done umpteen number of times before, failed this time. The USB disk became unreadable. I tried till 3 in the morning with no luck. I tried diskpart, Gparted, Easeus - but hit a wall each time. Though I have not given up my hope of bringing it back from the dead, I am afraid those efforts will have to be postponed to the the weekend. So here I am going to buy a new pen drive for myself - to complete the promise of installation.

Oh and yeah - Happy New Year to you all. I made a rather ridiculous resolution as well, but I guess I will rather keep it secret.

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