2014 — 16 February: Sunday
I realise it's late — shortly after midnight, in fact — but I have a minor triumph to report.
BlackBeast's second SSD...
... that I fitted on Friday afternoon works fine, but I belatedly realised it was being identified by Windows, not as an SSD, but merely as a hard drive. It didn't affect the highly satisfactory1 performance, but this mis-identification was going to pose a problem come the day when Win8.1 Pro gets up off its ass and decides to run its (weekly) optimisation. Because, as Eny Fule Kno, the last thing you want to do with an SSD is de-frag it, rather than send it TRIM commands.
I first tried forcing regeneration of the Windows Experience Index (which I'd read was thought [incorrectly, it turned out] to provoke a proper re-assessment of new or changed hardware) but there was no change even after a reboot. Disk Manager showed everything as being healthy, but didn't differentiate between hard drives and SSDs. Disk Optimisation still failed to identify Crucial #2 as an SSD and would therefore have attempted to de-frag it in due course. What to do? Well, the obvious answer was "Ask Len". So I did so.
Solved...
... as follows:
At a guess I would suggest that you have connected your primary SSD to the motherboard adapter's SATA3 ports (0 & 1 usually) and the other is on the slightly slower motherboard RAID controller. This may not be capable of differentiating and you may therefore need to swap the data cables of the second SSD with the first spinner.
I shall now retire despite the cool Stan Getz jazz going out on BBC Radio 3 at the moment.
Speaking of cool...
... Mother Nature (or, at least, Jack Frost) has been having a busy night of it. Still, there's time for the large, shining thing to agitate the molecules before I'm due to hit the road for Winklechestershire for our walk. St Catherine's Hill beckons, I gather. As does my empty crockpot, but that can wait a bit longer.
Back, but not...
... for very long. The idiot who shares my name (and this house) with me left his jacket on one of Mike's dining room chairs while enjoying a post-walk cup of Keemun and a slide show of pictures from the last 12 months of walks. You can probably see where this is going... Inevitably, I forgot to pick it up on departure. I can survive without the jacket, but the wallet and mobile phone are a bit trickier to do without. Well, not the phone, but certainly the wallet.
At least it's a lovely day out there. [Pause] Mike just popped in on his way down to Soton. Panic over. Now back to our usual programme, with added noise from all the tree-felling that Network Rail is carrying out along their track as they exfoliate (or whatever the term is) the row of extremely tall Leylandii that was planted about 30 years ago by those of my neighbours who (mistakenly) thought it would reduce the "terrible" train noise.
I'd moved here from under the Heathrow flight-path in Old Windsor. I couldn't relate to their complaints :-)
Later
This has been one heck of a concert. Three 'encores' so far! (Link.)