I've just finished checking and binning maybe a hundred floppies (random fact: South Africans call floppies 'stiffies'. I know a girl from SA who, on coming over here, walked into a room full of engineers and asked if any of them had a stiffie).
And it struck me, that all this stuff I'm binning, I worked over. I stressed over it, and sweated over it, and it meant something. Except some years on, I'm sat in my kitchen, checking and binning. It's not really an indictment on the technology, but I think back to where I was and who I was a few years back, and it makes me wonder where I'll be a few years from now.
