sad geek

This morning I stopped by the Recyclery and dropped off some old computers. I felt like I had a computer museum in my trunk.

There was a working 386 (DOS, I believe) and a 486 (running Windows 3.1), both of which I had appropriated from my parents at some point. I was most nostalgic about my Pentium Pro 200 (dual boot RedHat Linux 6.2 and Windows NT 4.0) which I had bought freshman year in college, and had up and running until a year and a half ago (8.5 years!). Finally, I also had a Pentium II 500 which I had scavenged from someone, which had been running Gentoo Linux until the ethernet card died and I was unable to find a new one that fit the motherboard.

I will now refrain from posting the photo I took of the poor computers sitting in the recycling bin.

shining moment

Tonight I played basketball for the first time in a month and a half. As expected, it wasn't pretty. My best play involved getting knocked on my ass (hard!) and having the other player get called for a charge.

movers are your friends

Yesterday I officially moved for the first time in four years and four months. Although I had been moving gradually over the past few weeks, I still had all of my furniture left to move. Luckily, I had called a month and a half earlier and booked the Delancey Street Movers, on the separate recommendations of at least three different people.

The moving truck showed up promptly at 9am, and four movers started painstakingly disassembling, shrink-wrapping, and moving two bedrooms, a study, a dining room, and a living room full of furniture, a process that ended up involving hoisting pieces of my bed over a balcony. When they finished, we drove twenty miles north, the movers took a short break (off the clock, of course), and then began the move-in process, which included reassembly of a five-piece desk set, as well as moving the entire living room set through the backyard/patio sliding door. Amazingly soon afterwards, they were done.

Time spent moving: 2 hours and 45 minutes packing, 30 minutes driving, 15 minutes for a break, and 1 hour and 45 minutes unpacking, for a grand total of 5 hours and 15 minutes. I've never moved so fast in my life, and I've never had this much furniture, either. More importantly, since I didn't ask anyone to help me move my massive dressers and bookshelves, my friends are still my friends.