I’m getting ready to take a computer down to Computer Recycle Day at the local Local and I don’t want to let go. That’s the last 5.25“ floppy drive I’ll ever see, dammit! And that means that the four drawers of 5.25” floppies can go out with the moldy pasta salad next Wednesday. It turns out the drawers fit CDs perfectly, so that’s not a complete loss. Come on, let’s face it, it’s not a loss at all. I have not hooked that machine up in the six years that I’ve lived here. I seriously don’t know if it’s even a Pentium processor; it could be the last of the 486s. Geez. No, it was a Pentium, but it was like a 333MHz Pentium. I just had a grief-induced flashback of the doof in the next cube saying, “I coulda got ya a 500MHz for the same price. Why didn’t you tell me you were looking for a new computer?” Because I wouldn’t buy a bag of Fritos from you without checking the seal; that’s one reason. It also has a tape machine in the front that got obsoleted when I went from 6GB to 40GB hard drives (the tape machine would do 8GB on a tape and there was no way in hell I was going to do multiple-tape backups--they were about thirty bucks a piece).
So, even though this forty-pound tower with outriggers is full of rilly, rilly cool stuff that not everyone had at the time, the point of today’s exercise is to keep it from landing in the landfill and poisoning our drinking water.
There’s a comic seen in one of Casteneda’s books where Don Juan is getting all over Carlos for his attachment to the accoutremma of his daily life. He turns to Don Genero and says, “Yes, Carlos even says goodbye to his turds before he flushes them.”
Time to say goodbye to some of these turds. Be careful what you get attached to,