Late Night

I spent several hours last night going through old things and discarding them.  I found quite a bit of old writing on a pile of floppy discs that have been laying forgotten in the bottom of a drawer, beneath old tax returns and a few old notebooks. 

I used to think the floppy disc was awesome.  I was thrilled that I could save a whopping 1.44MB of data and take it with me.  I remember a time when I owned a computer with ACTUAL floppy discs.  Those big five and a quarter inch ones that would ‘flop’ this way and that.  I don’t even remember how much data they had.  But I remember it took about eight of them to install SimCity.

Now these archaic devices have no real place in a world of bootable CD’s and USB drives, both capable of storing hundreds and thousands of floppies worth of data.

There’s something surreal about stumbling upon a piece of writing from high school, that had been so lovingly saved on a floppy, with the formatting all screwy because it was created in Microsoft Works, and realizing its complete trash.

I always look upon my past works with contempt.  The language structure, the words used, the events and the characters, they all fall far short of what I would call satisfactory.  If I picked up a book and read those words, I would demand a refund.

I think I’ll spend a few days reading these old works, and maybe create something semi-readable from them.

Zel-kun out.