~30GB missing on my hard drive

Abraham Durceau <x@post.ru>, the weedy-floater and overbold sherlock
wet-crack who likes unnatural conker wonking with ocelots, and whose
partner is a giver-and-taker with a diseased lovebox, wrote in
<4664970f$1@news.corbina.ru>:
>> So where on earth is the missing 30GB or more?
>
> Dear Grahame,
>
> Better ask those Nederlandische mathematicians (!) from Eindhoven who
> wrote this prog. If they didn't write that they are mathematicians on a
> splash screeen, I would beleive that all maths for this Sequoia were
> prepared by an Academy of Arts or a local pen-club :-)
>
> In my case Sequoia shows 'Size=34,8; Free=17,9' while actually a size of
> my drive is 52,7=34,8+17,9; so what they call size is an occupied space,
> not a total. I shall not spare any more time on a beta-testinf of this
> stuff - it sucks.
>
> For me everything became clear with these guys, when at the very beginnibg
> of installation their prog proposed me a path to 'C:\Program Files'!!!
> They don't know elementary API functions to retreive a correct name of
> ProgramFilesPath! (FYI: it is a localizable variable, and it may be
> located on D:, E:... etc.)
>
> Take it easy. If you really bother, how much free space you have: create a
> folder, put there some large file - like 4 GB disk image. Then copy and
> paste it again and again, until getting a 'no free space' message from a
> system. If you are stopped after a 3-th file - then you have 4x3=12 GB. If
> you manage to paste there 7-8 files more - so you may feel happy to
> recover those 'lost' 30 GB. :-)
>
> I am kidding :-). Use chkdsk from a command prompt and beleive Bill Gates:
> he has much money to hire best programmers from India, USSR and Israel.
> Had he hired programmers from Einhoven - then Bill should go into poverty
> before Windows 3.1 appeared.
>


You really are as stupid as your name sounds.


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Abraham Durceau <x@post.ru>, the ghastly-moocher and thankless peter
puffer who likes indecent manual pollution with sea otters, and whose
partner is a lobby-lizzie with a massive squirt bucket, wrote in
<46661902$1@news.corbina.ru>:
> "Gazwad" replied Abraham Durceau
>
>> You really are as stupid as your name sounds.
>
> I kindly advise you:
>
> 1. Go to the closest U.S. embassy or consulate at your location.
> 2. Repeat the abovequoted phrase there.
> 3. Do not forget to mention that:
> a) you are aware that Lincoln's name was Abraham;
> b) your nickname Gazwad in arab languages means "Holy War" against all
> non-islamic people.

No it doesn't, seems you're easily confused Ibrahim.


--
For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down
in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived
it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which
are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely
impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas
how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the
bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points
of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of
dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem,
is but a dream within a dream.