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"Imagine looking at your computer screen and seeing everything that the teller at the bank sees. Every cheque, every deposit, every debit as far back as you want to see them. It may sound like something from The Jetsons but it's not; it's online banking and it's available right now."
That was the first paragraph of a Toronto Star article that I read today. It was written in 1998. I found it in a box. In my basement.
The long weekend was the excavation of the deepest darkest parts of the storage room. The parts where stuff had been sitting around the longest and was therefore the most covered in dust and spider webs.(It occurs to me that one of the shortcomings of the English language was the lack of a word to identify the exact point in a former-reprobate-turned-responsable-home-owner's life when they realize they have now collectively snorted more plaster particles than they have recreational pharmaceuticals.)
Since then I've been going through some of the boxes we've excavated and well, I'm finding an awful lot of stuff. I always knew I had a tendency towards hoarding whenever my mood went pear-shaped, but "knowing" is different than seeing it in front of me in black and white. Well, black and crumbling yellow-brown actually. It's kind of freaky being able to chart the state of your mental health by the dates on the magazines you couldn't make yourself throw away.
I feel sorry for the guys who have to empty our recycling bin this month.
I've found lots of other stuff of course. My old 'zine collection. (Including the Haven issues, if any of Ye Olde Tyme a.g folks remember that.) So many CDs that Axel has started accusing me of hiding a stash somewhere just for the comedic value of being able to jump out and yell, "Found some more!" on a daily basis. Two goths merging living space also leads to a truly redonculous collection of candlesticks and skulls. At some point we'll get to the stage of trying to figure out where the hell we are going to fit all these books and that's bound to involve some yelling.
We also found Yet Another Box of C8 t-shirts. How the hell are there more? Didn't I give away a whole bunch a few years ago? Are they breeding in the dark or something?
Was there anybody who wanted one who didn't get the last time around? I can't promise they won't breed.
That was the first paragraph of a Toronto Star article that I read today. It was written in 1998. I found it in a box. In my basement.
The long weekend was the excavation of the deepest darkest parts of the storage room. The parts where stuff had been sitting around the longest and was therefore the most covered in dust and spider webs.(It occurs to me that one of the shortcomings of the English language was the lack of a word to identify the exact point in a former-reprobate-turned-responsable-home-owner's life when they realize they have now collectively snorted more plaster particles than they have recreational pharmaceuticals.)
Since then I've been going through some of the boxes we've excavated and well, I'm finding an awful lot of stuff. I always knew I had a tendency towards hoarding whenever my mood went pear-shaped, but "knowing" is different than seeing it in front of me in black and white. Well, black and crumbling yellow-brown actually. It's kind of freaky being able to chart the state of your mental health by the dates on the magazines you couldn't make yourself throw away.
I feel sorry for the guys who have to empty our recycling bin this month.
I've found lots of other stuff of course. My old 'zine collection. (Including the Haven issues, if any of Ye Olde Tyme a.g folks remember that.) So many CDs that Axel has started accusing me of hiding a stash somewhere just for the comedic value of being able to jump out and yell, "Found some more!" on a daily basis. Two goths merging living space also leads to a truly redonculous collection of candlesticks and skulls. At some point we'll get to the stage of trying to figure out where the hell we are going to fit all these books and that's bound to involve some yelling.
We also found Yet Another Box of C8 t-shirts. How the hell are there more? Didn't I give away a whole bunch a few years ago? Are they breeding in the dark or something?
Was there anybody who wanted one who didn't get the last time around? I can't promise they won't breed.