Re: Installation problem

DustFart <bill_dctrREMOVETHIS@xxxxxxxxx>, the wizened-destitute and
zit-faced johnny queen who likes hideous midget mangling with roosters,
and whose partner is a wild-baby with a messy penis penitentiary, wrote
in <20060826183317.EF2B41935B@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>:
relic wrote:
avenue10@xxxxxxxxx wrote:
Hi all,

My hard drive crashed and I am attempting to reinstall XP. I took
out my old drive (only one) and made my new drive the master drive.
I messed up the install process and it kinda worked sometimes but
eventually I resorted to using fdisk (from my Win 98 startup disk)
and also tried the free fdisk tool. Somehow, I don't know how, I
have managed to make 300 gig drive become a 33 gig hard drive. I
tried using both fdisks programs to delete all partitions. Then I
went to the Seagate utility (my hd is from Seagate) and it said my
size was 300.

I thought I was all set, but when the XP install came up, it said I
still had 33 gigs. Somewhere, it's caching that information. I
thought the MBR containted the "load the os" instructions, so in
fdisk I used the options /ambr and /smbr.

Where is it storing this 33 gig information, how do I get rid of it,
and how do I make XP install recognize my full 300 gigs. I am using
XP w/SP2.

Thanks in advance!

Throw your Win98 disc away and stop using obsolete DOS commands like
fdisk.
Boot from the XP CD and follow prompts for a full installation. After
you hit F8 to accept the EULA you'll see a list of all the
disks/partitions it finds. Delete all of them, then Create new
partition using XP. It will format it before it continues with the
installation. (It will make NTFS Partitions... that's what you want
instead of the old FAT32 stuff.)

NTFS is greatly slowed if your reading/writing to compressed files

What sort of fuckwitted jew compresses files these days?



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