times change
they always do
gin

Ain’t no more bubble in my squeak, yo.

Sitting here late at night by myself reading posts on hardware sites and Slashdot, it occurs to me once again that I have a lot of specialized oldschool technology knowledge that very few people on Earth still have, and that will not even exist anecdotally for very much longer.

A few people have encouraged me to write about it, and sometimes I really feel as though I ought to, but once again I can’t really figure out (at least, not yet) just how to make something interesting out of it.

Earlier today, too, I thought it might be interesting to start a business called “Old Skool Technoputers” with the slogan that “we’ll make any old mini go, any old tape, disk, or punchcard flow,” but it occurs to me that carrying around 8″ floppy drives, 200lb hard drive platter stacks, and drawers full of solder spools and static DRAM chips is not what I want to do for the rest of my life.

It’s odd to be such a relic and have few people even realize it. It’s like having lived another life before the one you’re leading…

I wish I knew how many jobs spammers have cost me. 🙁