Tidying Makes Me Tired
As I mentioned I was going to do yesterday, I've spent most of today moving furniture and tidying out cupboards and shelves in my room. To give you some idea of the amount of crap I'm dealing with, I present the picture below.
Bare in mind that this is merely a fraction of it (the rest went in the hallway outside and I had already moved some stuff out of the spare bedroom when this was taken):
And all that stuff is still there. Tomorrow's going to be fun.
Pretty much all I've got in here now is most of my furniture, all pretty much empty or bare, my bed, my TV and my iMac. I reckon I can live like that for a while. Problem is, I have cousins coming to stay and one of them is going to need to sleep in the room that you see above.
Still, it needed doing. The World Health Organisation said so. Look at the dust that built up on the floor:
And that's just where a printer and some folders had been sitting for a few months. Some of this stuff hasn't been moved, or exposed to sunlight, in years. It is something that really needed done though, WHO or not, because I technically have dust allergy. Considering I've been living relatively healthily in amidst all this I reckon that, now it's gone, I should be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and stop trains with my pinky. I think I'll try the former first, since there's less danger of something going wrong. Like me dying.
The CD is apparently 25 years old now, give or take a few months. That's pretty impressive. Only a quarter of a century and there's several hundred billion of the things out there. Of course, they'll probably be seeing a bit of a decline over the next decade or so with the rise of downloads and alternate formats such as DVD and its successors.
In another 25 years, I might be telling my kids about times when music wasn't directly downloaded into your brain and when pop stars didn't also have to be brain surgeons. I expect I'll also be telling them that music, and everything else except broadband speeds, was much better. I'll be one mighty cranky... 41-year old.
Who knows what kind of storage media we'll live through in the next few decades. I imagine well see the further rise and fall of USB flash drives. I remember doing a presentation in Computing a few months back on various future technologies. Shame I wasn't really listening to myself. It was all really fascinating though. Lots of great clip art.
Speaking of future storage stuff, it looks like, come 2010, I'll owe Sam Stafford £10 based on a bet we made about Blu-Ray and HD-DVD. Oh, well.
For now, though, that's all in the future. In the present, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. And my feet hurt for some reason. As always, more tomorrow.
Bare in mind that this is merely a fraction of it (the rest went in the hallway outside and I had already moved some stuff out of the spare bedroom when this was taken):
And all that stuff is still there. Tomorrow's going to be fun.
Pretty much all I've got in here now is most of my furniture, all pretty much empty or bare, my bed, my TV and my iMac. I reckon I can live like that for a while. Problem is, I have cousins coming to stay and one of them is going to need to sleep in the room that you see above.
Still, it needed doing. The World Health Organisation said so. Look at the dust that built up on the floor:
And that's just where a printer and some folders had been sitting for a few months. Some of this stuff hasn't been moved, or exposed to sunlight, in years. It is something that really needed done though, WHO or not, because I technically have dust allergy. Considering I've been living relatively healthily in amidst all this I reckon that, now it's gone, I should be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and stop trains with my pinky. I think I'll try the former first, since there's less danger of something going wrong. Like me dying.
The CD is apparently 25 years old now, give or take a few months. That's pretty impressive. Only a quarter of a century and there's several hundred billion of the things out there. Of course, they'll probably be seeing a bit of a decline over the next decade or so with the rise of downloads and alternate formats such as DVD and its successors.
In another 25 years, I might be telling my kids about times when music wasn't directly downloaded into your brain and when pop stars didn't also have to be brain surgeons. I expect I'll also be telling them that music, and everything else except broadband speeds, was much better. I'll be one mighty cranky... 41-year old.
Who knows what kind of storage media we'll live through in the next few decades. I imagine well see the further rise and fall of USB flash drives. I remember doing a presentation in Computing a few months back on various future technologies. Shame I wasn't really listening to myself. It was all really fascinating though. Lots of great clip art.
Speaking of future storage stuff, it looks like, come 2010, I'll owe Sam Stafford £10 based on a bet we made about Blu-Ray and HD-DVD. Oh, well.
For now, though, that's all in the future. In the present, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. And my feet hurt for some reason. As always, more tomorrow.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
10:54 PM
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