Several hours with a number of data recovery programs yielded less than twenty files.
I'm reminded that all things in life are fleeting -- and, living lightly, with (for example) all of the images of your recent life stored on your device of choice, may seem cool and oh-so-now, baby. But, like the Intertubes Bubble of the late 1990's, it can pop and leave nothing behind.
Bummed.
MEHR, MIT SCHLAG: After beating myself senseless against my keyboard for hours trying to recover my data, I received a call from the Indefatigable Moldavish Guy, whose delightful Small Childs 01 and Small Childs 02 are the Stuff Of Legend, and whose Spouse wishes to kill me. A high-powered technical resource for an an unnamed Hedge Fund, he chided me:
Dog. I chide you. You use recovery software being years out of date. Try something created after the Boosh election, at least, or I will hit you on nose with tube of newspaper.And, Moldavish Guy suggested a specific utility application to try.
It was created by a Chinese software development group with a website in a weird, just-slightly-off English syntax. One download, seventy dollars and about two hours later, I was able to recover about 89% of what I once had, and can live with that. The only drawback is that I seem to have a sound scheme on my XP machine which plays "The East Is Red" every time I open or close a program, and I have a really odd screen saver:
So, I offer this as a cautionary tale: Having data without a backup plan is like sucking a rubber Chicken Head, and you will lose all the photos of your own Small Childs. Plus, you'll have to learn all seven verses of 'East Is Red'. Please, get a data backup plan. And real Chicken Head.
I say this to Moldavish Guy; you also.
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