I Hate Cleaning
I'm cleaning out the computer closet this evening, getting rid of stuff I know that I'm never using again. I am definitely not the type of person that feels freed by getting rid of clutter. I'm way too attached to everything I have. Perhaps an example is in order:
I just got rid of two old 17" monitors and two old cases. One of the cases was the second computer I ever owned (and had all through college) and happened to be used as an old file server. The case still had two hard drives in it, and I wanted to wipe them before sending the whole thing off to the recycling center. I found a spare DVD drive and hooked everything up to the old machine.
Not only did the machine turn on without a problem, but the boot order was set to boot from disk first instead of the DVD drive. Up comes mandrake (in a quick amount of time, too) and sits at the login prompt. It was as if it was saying to me, "Hey tsandhol, I've sat in your closet for seven years just waiting for the day that you'd need me again. Here I am, ready to serve up files again. What would you like me to do for you?" And I was there to answer, "I'd like you to kill yourself."
I think I'm going to go clean out a different closet for a bit.
1 comments:
Awww, little buddy, there there, we'll get through this, I promise :(
I actually need to purge my walk-in closet (my only real storage space). Living in progressively smaller homes over time has forced me to get more used to this situation. Move into a studio and watch how quickly you chop the head off the old sentimentalities and turn those once meaningful objects into trash-ready junk. INTO THE TRASH YOU GO!
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