I say "not quite" because on my older dual-core (3.1 mHz) desktop, the first attempt aborted right in the beginning, with the notice that my /LINUX partition was too small (no room). 13.7 GB were used, and only 2.3 GB remained. So I had to use GParted to shrink the 472 GB /HOME partition and move it all the way to the right (THAT took almost 4 hours), and then I had to move the /SWAP partition to butt up against the /HOME partition, and then grow the /LINUX partition to 22+ GB to fill the vacant space. The harddrive involved was a 500 GB Western Digital 7200 RPM. After re-configuring the partition sizes, I upgraded that older desktop in 3 hours (my 17 y.o. son was simultaneously playing an online video game and running skype on his laptop, so my starting download speed was fluctuating between 91 kB and 440 kB until I threatened him repeatedly for an hour with no more use of the car unless he got off line for a few minutes to help me out-- thereafter the download picked up it's pace, and what originally threatened to be a 4 hour upgrade turned out to be "only" a two and a half hour upgrade. Then I moved over to the newer quad-core 3.8 mHz, SSD-fitted desktop (built to order by Puget Systems) and started its upgrade, timing it with my old pocket "Super Select" mechanical stopwatch which I used for sextant navigation when I was at sea (GPS didn't exist back in the old days). The Puget Systems desktop timed out at 33'27" on the stopwatch, from beginning the upgrade to logged in to the new ready to use Saucy 3.10 installation. That bloody well blew my mind! And everything works just as it did before the upgrade-- not a single glitch have I detected so far-- plus, all of my desktop settings are totally intact from the Raring old 3.04.
Gor blimey! That calls for a dram of the Laphroig, I'd say: Well deserved, matey, well deserved! (Pat meself on the back, as if ever I needed an excuse to taste the mother's milk of Islay.)
Gor blimey! That calls for a dram of the Laphroig, I'd say: Well deserved, matey, well deserved! (Pat meself on the back, as if ever I needed an excuse to taste the mother's milk of Islay.)
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