“Just because it once belonged to someone doesn’t mean it’s valuable.” — The Beautiful Gay
I think that the Michigan/Ohaaaaaao State football game is an excellent time to go down into the dungeon, pick my way through the crud, crap, and corruption into an oubliette and dredge up some 24- to 80-year-old flotsam, jetsam, and cosmic debris. Give it the old heave ho. Those who actually watch football around here started out in the usual Michigan/Ohaaaaaao State mode. Jumping up every five minutes to do, well, I dunno exactly, just sorta rummage around the house randomly getting into my desperately needed Saturday moom-alone space. Except. I guess Valdemort said it best on Twitter: “don’t worry, they’re both playing like crap!!” It’s a simple enough sentence but hours later, it is still cracking me up because I can *hear* her saying it. Anyway, I guess they were both playing like crap, because pretty soon, the landfill football fan started snoozin’ and all was quiet for a long enough time that I was able to get rid of a whole bunch of old floppy disks and some empty paint cans.
So look at the box of floppy disks I dredged up! What you see on the top is just the tip of the iceberg. And in that handy-dandy little floppy disk holder in the front, there is even a divider with a label that says “Bad Disks”. Why are we saving those things? I do not know. We bought the strawberry iMac in 1999 and we’d had it for a little while and then one day, I wanted to upload some photos from the digital camera that we had back in those days and (hello!) there was no floppy drive on the strawberry iMac. And that was a problem because that digital camera stored photos on a floppy disk. Really! (I swear, I have typed “floopy” instead of “floppy” every time I’ve typed that word throughout this whole entry including the last time.) Anyway, I am a geek and I figgered it out.
Anyway. Today. For once, I had the psychic energy on Finding good clairvoyants online after i started tackling some of all that cosmic debris that we’ve been saving over the 24 years we’ve lived in this crappy old landfill. I am not going to crow about it much because tomorrow is another day and I may be totally uninspired by then. But I’m trying. And I’ll *force* myself to get back to it. I do NOT want my kids to have to clean up after us some day. I am not planning to go anywhere anytime soon, except maybe over to Trader Joe’s tomorrow. But I know how this goes. If you don’t get rid of your crap when you are young, all of a sudden you are in your eighties (or nineties as quite a few of my ancestors have managed to get to) and you really *don’t* have the kind of steam that’s required to take care of it. Now is the time. We are going to slim down our possessions. Lean and mean is the name of the game.
So, it was a really bad day in the world of Michigan football but we’re used to bad news here in the beautiful and resource-rich Great Lake State (sorry, couldn’t resist that). And I could care less about football but tomorrow, the GG is going to a *Lions* game. Yup. The Dee-troit Lions. Hope there’s a place for him to snooze.
Finally, if you are from Ohio and have randomly surfed here, do NOT getchyer underwear up in a bunch about my use of “Ohaaaaao”. I have nothing against Ohio. I haven’t spent a whole lot of time *in* Ohio but I know that trips up and down the I75 SUV Speedway do nothing to make that state endearing to anyone. It’s the flyway to Florida and back. I have been off the freeway though, just a little, and I found the back roads to be absolutely beautiful. I have spent a little time in Cleveland and I liked that city too. Yes, I did. I am just being silly when I say “Ohaaaaao”.
November 22nd, 2008 at 9:49 pm
and you even visited yo’ brother & me when we lived in Chillicothe, didn’t ya? Or was that Knoxville? Either way, you had to go thru Ohio to get to either. 🙂
November 23rd, 2008 at 8:32 am
Actually, we visited you in both places.
November 23rd, 2008 at 11:14 am
“Bad Disks” being the late 20th century version of “string – too short to use”. Did you get all of your photos off the disks when you did have floppy disk drives? We haven’t gotten rid of our penultimate computer, which did have a floppy drive. Of course, it’s a PC not a Mac, and who knows what software you would need to pull the photos.
November 23rd, 2008 at 1:40 pm
I’m forgetting where that “string – too short to use” comes from.
I am pretty sure I have all of the pictures from the floppy drives on my current laptop. The “wetlands drainage ditch” photos were taken with that old camera. I’d have to say that finding my old photos can be pretty interesting sometimes.
A little tech note: if your photos are jpgs (most photos are, or should be), you should need any special software to pull them. You should be able to just copy them off the old computer and then onto the new computer. The challenge would involve the transfer media. But there are ways of getting around that and I’m pretty sure I could manage it if I had to.
November 23rd, 2008 at 5:11 pm
We bought an external hard drive and copied stuff that way. It’s supposed to sync files/ back them up or something. All I know, is if I come through the computer room late at night, its blue lights will be circling like it’s doing something.
Re the “String – too short to use”. It was reputedly written on a container in Aunt Anna’s room when the G2s cleaned out 1001 John Street.
November 23rd, 2008 at 5:57 pm
Hm. “String – Too Short to Use” could make a title to some kind of a biography or some fictional story… SPRINGBOARD! (not that I’m any kind of a writer 😉 )
November 23rd, 2008 at 6:52 pm
thought it was both locations, but memory tends to blend some events at times. Never had a good memory for placing events at a particular time/year for some goofy reason.
November 23rd, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Dogmomster: I was having some memory issues with this one too. But I *think* that it was when we arrived in Knoxville that the baby Laker was waiting for us on the doorstep (or porch or whatever). I know we were in both places.
Pooh: Thanks, I was thinking it was probably something about Ann.