7 Years After The Y2K Bug Killed Us All
Goodness, it’s the end of 2006.
While I didn’t have as traditional a holiday season as many, it was still rather busy. A couple weeks away from home juggling two projects with looming milestone deadlines, followed by my younger brother and sister flying in for Christmas.
I continue to be very pleased with the MacBook Pro. Given the amount of traveling I’ve been doing, it has been well, well worth the investment. The Wii also lived up to my expectations. It remains extremely entertaining to expose people to the cute psychosis of Rayman, and it was great fun playing Wii Sports with my siblings. It’s neat now the Wii is a bit of an equalizer, I’m the experienced videogame player, but my sister cleaned up at bowling, and my brother beat me at baseball (after a couple 0-0 ties). We did all end up a bit sore from repeated baseball and bowling matches, which is a testament to how easy it is to get into the games.
I still have yet to actually fire up Zelda, since I know I really need to give it a few hours in my first sitting. ‘Play Zelda’ is in my laundry list of to-do items for this weekend, but a bit further down on the priority chain.
Houseguests over the holidays did, however, bump cleaning and straightening way up on the to-do list. My living room had again become cluttered with boxes as I attempted to rationalize the contents of the garage. One of the main problems I grapple with is the boxes and boxes of books, magazines and other masses of paper that I am loathe to get rid of. One of my guilty space-eating pleasures consists of volumes of computer magazines from the 1980s. The problem is they consume a lot of mass, not to mention cubic volume. This Christmas I had to make the decision whether or not to dispose of my paper copies of Call A.P.P.L.E., Computer Gaming World and Nibble, to replace them with electronic versions. None of them were worth enough on eBay to be worth the hassle of trying to sell them, so it was keep, or dumpster. Despite the brief pang of hesitation, the dumpster won out and saved me half a dozen boxes of space.
I am keeping my complete set of 1980s BYTE and Softalk magazines forever. Some things are just historical.
While I didn’t have as traditional a holiday season as many, it was still rather busy. A couple weeks away from home juggling two projects with looming milestone deadlines, followed by my younger brother and sister flying in for Christmas.
I continue to be very pleased with the MacBook Pro. Given the amount of traveling I’ve been doing, it has been well, well worth the investment. The Wii also lived up to my expectations. It remains extremely entertaining to expose people to the cute psychosis of Rayman, and it was great fun playing Wii Sports with my siblings. It’s neat now the Wii is a bit of an equalizer, I’m the experienced videogame player, but my sister cleaned up at bowling, and my brother beat me at baseball (after a couple 0-0 ties). We did all end up a bit sore from repeated baseball and bowling matches, which is a testament to how easy it is to get into the games.
I still have yet to actually fire up Zelda, since I know I really need to give it a few hours in my first sitting. ‘Play Zelda’ is in my laundry list of to-do items for this weekend, but a bit further down on the priority chain.
Houseguests over the holidays did, however, bump cleaning and straightening way up on the to-do list. My living room had again become cluttered with boxes as I attempted to rationalize the contents of the garage. One of the main problems I grapple with is the boxes and boxes of books, magazines and other masses of paper that I am loathe to get rid of. One of my guilty space-eating pleasures consists of volumes of computer magazines from the 1980s. The problem is they consume a lot of mass, not to mention cubic volume. This Christmas I had to make the decision whether or not to dispose of my paper copies of Call A.P.P.L.E., Computer Gaming World and Nibble, to replace them with electronic versions. None of them were worth enough on eBay to be worth the hassle of trying to sell them, so it was keep, or dumpster. Despite the brief pang of hesitation, the dumpster won out and saved me half a dozen boxes of space.
I am keeping my complete set of 1980s BYTE and Softalk magazines forever. Some things are just historical.