Funny how the brain housing group works. I was in the process of “the throwing away” - I have two old computers, a monitor, a broke printer and a broke keyboard.
Dozens of ink cartridges for a printer I haven’t owned in five years.
After a little online research I found out that Staples recycles computer stuff. So I called my local Staples to confirm. This was at 630p. I have been in that Staples at 630p. There are no customers, a bunch of dorks playing grabass at the tech counter and a sad looking middle aged woman working the print/copy/ship counter.
And one customer looking at the turbotax display.
They are not busy. I worked my way through their call tree until I reached the bottom. Then listened to the same 10 seconds of a particularly pretty piece of classical music over and over again until Jason answered. I asked my 3 questions, and he answered them to my satisfaction.
Next on the throwing away was hundreds of floppies. 3.5s. I haven’t had a computer with a floppy drive in 10 years. But they are occupying space and adding nothing to my life so they gotta go. I have no idea what is on them, so I don’t want to just toss them in the trash. I need a big magnet, or a degaussing ring.
My tech go-to-guy is Glenn, and he isn’t answering the phone. I did a bit of brainstorming and realized the hacker on Mr. Robot microwaved his disks and flash drives. I can imagine what my apartment would smell like.
Not an emergency, just one of those things I need to attend to.
The title song was from a Pink Floyd album back in the 80s. When I was in AOCS we went to chow at 1700, were allowed an hour to shower and do general maintenance. From 1900 to 2100 we were in study. From 2100 to 2200 we all had our tasks. I was one of two guys on the latrine team, We had an hour to scrub down the pissers, shitters, showers and sinks while our classmates were hauling trash and dragging laundry around, buffing floors and the like.
My fellow latrine team member and I were both Pink Floyd fans. We were cleaning this cavernous bath area with great acoustics. I started it, “On the turning away…“
He’d join in and we sang this song a capella. Complimentary voices. Looking back now it was it was a cool thing. At the time it was just something to do. I can’t even remember all the words now.
His last name was “Best.” He went on to fly A-6Es, then F/A-18Cs - ejecting once from both platforms. Joined the Air National Guard and was killed in an F-16 mishap. For someone whose last name was Best, he sure had some awful luck.
On the turning away…
I can still hear us harmonizing.
Jennifer Nguyen. Isn’t she yummy! Vietnamese and Irish.
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