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Why is it after a huge job of cleaning up over the weekend that the house currently looks messier than ever?

(MusicMAX: Angels - Am I ever going to see your face again?)
In this case it's because most of the cleaning was in the part of the house that most people never see: The Spare Room!

I have done it. I went through ever single box in the spare room and threw out most of it. I think I've cut the amount of junk I have by at least half, plus I bit the bullet and moved my computer back out of my bedroom, and into the spare room.

(MusicMAX: Roxette - Listen to Your Heart)
I only did it last night, but already I feel a big difference in the house. Now, instead of just veging in front of the computer and TV like I used to do, I have to actually decide to sit in front of the computer. Feels a lot better over all.

Plus it's reminded me of something rather important, something that living with Wayne had caused me to forget. This is my house, and now without Wayne I can feel comfortable in all of it (long story).

However, I have one small problem. I've moved my main computer (Halloran Elder, the beast I'm currently sitting in front of) into here, and I want to move the secondary computer (David Majors Shardik, usually called Dave) in here as well. Plus the spare bed is also in here. The problem is thus: how am I going to fit everything in here, and still have enough room to be useful?

The easy answer is remove the spare bed, except for the fact that I want to leave the bed here for two reasons:

1) In case of guests, so there is somewhere private for them to sleep;
2) So that if I want to watch something on the computer, I have somewhere more comfortable than this chair to watch it on.

Hmmm... Needs thought. And tape-measure.

Oh, and that reminds me: Amaya, I went through the piles of miscellaneous computer crap that IT folk like me tend to collect, and sorted it into the working pile, and the dead pile. As a result I have a large box full of all sorts of dead computer gear, and you are more than welcome to come over one day and look through it and see if any of it would be useful to you.

I think I'll get back to the cleaning now.

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paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 03:32 am (UTC)
If there's any double-sided DIMMS in that pile of working stuff (old style DIMMS that is, not the newer-and-therefore-useful ones) can I put in a bid for one of them? :-)
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 03:51 am (UTC)
I did find some old memory. I'll see if I can find it.
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 03:57 am (UTC)
Don't you mean that you'll try and remember where it is? :-)
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:01 am (UTC)
No, I've already remembered where it is. Now I'll just have to reremember, and hopefully I won't drop a parity bit!
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:03 am (UTC)
Dropping a parity bit is OK - you can recover from tat (that's the idea of parity bits.) It's when you drop an even number of bits that you're in trouble - so you just make sure that if you're anything, you're odd...
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:05 am (UTC)
I'm so odd that I'm even!
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 04:09 am (UTC)
Does that mean that even when you're even, you're odd? Or that when you're not even, you're even odder?
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 05:28 am (UTC)
Re:
Yes!
paradigmshifty
Jul. 8th, 2002 05:32 am (UTC)
Odder madness....
halloranelder
Jul. 8th, 2002 05:39 am (UTC)
Re:
Imhotep!
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