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Apr. 29th, 2001 12:02 amTime to get some new furniture.
I need shelves, drawers, and a filing cabinet that doesn't have a giant dent in it. A new desk. And curtains.
See, right now I have a bedsheet taped over my window so that the rising sun doesn't peek through the crasks in the blinds, and a really thin homemade curtain over that, and it's not very adequate, and real curtains would probably be better. I also have a big table with the fake wood laminate peeling off in the back, and duct tape in the front. And a filing cabinet with a big dent in it. My computer desk is too small to support the big-ass monitor I'd like to buy, besides which it's kind of falling apart anyway.
What I'd like, of course, is a big huge L-shaped desk that faces the southwest corner of the room, with the filing cabinet on one side, the bookcase on the other, and big thick blue curtains. My modest stereo will be on top of the filing cabinet, leaving room on the top of the bookshelf for those books which are too large to fit standing up, so I won't need a new bookshelf.
Then I'll get rid of this broken black-and-white TV. I'll miss that TV; it has much sentimental value to me. In 1990, it served as the monitor for my Commodore 64. In 1993, I took it with me to Tucson and kept it in my dorm room along with two Atari systems, which kept me sane that whole time. In 1994, I fiddled with the horizontal and vertical hold knobs to get the Playboy Channel to come in on it, during those few months when they were broadcasting it on UHF channel 25. But now, the antenna leads are hosed, the tuning is sporadic at best, and one can't even hook an Atari up to it reliably. It's really too bad; now it just collects dust.
One object of sentimental value which I wish I'd kept was the keyboard to my Atari 400. That was my first real computer. Its identifying features were the cartridge door, which fell off and got lost sometime in the 80's, and its flat membrane keyboard, which operated under varying levels of brokenness during my childhood but seemed to work flawlessly once it became a relic. At some point a friend and I had taken it apart and lost too much of it to put it back together, so I decided to just keep the keyboard, hang it on my wall and throw the rest away. Then I lost it in a move.
So I show attachment to electronics. I've never owned a car, so these are the objects I imbue with sentimental value.
Strangely enough, there's this crappy ceramic bowl I made in the second grade which has air bubbles in it and stuff, and it means nothing to me. But I keep it around in case someday it does mean something. It ought to; after all, I made it and stuff, right?
I need shelves, drawers, and a filing cabinet that doesn't have a giant dent in it. A new desk. And curtains.
See, right now I have a bedsheet taped over my window so that the rising sun doesn't peek through the crasks in the blinds, and a really thin homemade curtain over that, and it's not very adequate, and real curtains would probably be better. I also have a big table with the fake wood laminate peeling off in the back, and duct tape in the front. And a filing cabinet with a big dent in it. My computer desk is too small to support the big-ass monitor I'd like to buy, besides which it's kind of falling apart anyway.
What I'd like, of course, is a big huge L-shaped desk that faces the southwest corner of the room, with the filing cabinet on one side, the bookcase on the other, and big thick blue curtains. My modest stereo will be on top of the filing cabinet, leaving room on the top of the bookshelf for those books which are too large to fit standing up, so I won't need a new bookshelf.
Then I'll get rid of this broken black-and-white TV. I'll miss that TV; it has much sentimental value to me. In 1990, it served as the monitor for my Commodore 64. In 1993, I took it with me to Tucson and kept it in my dorm room along with two Atari systems, which kept me sane that whole time. In 1994, I fiddled with the horizontal and vertical hold knobs to get the Playboy Channel to come in on it, during those few months when they were broadcasting it on UHF channel 25. But now, the antenna leads are hosed, the tuning is sporadic at best, and one can't even hook an Atari up to it reliably. It's really too bad; now it just collects dust.
One object of sentimental value which I wish I'd kept was the keyboard to my Atari 400. That was my first real computer. Its identifying features were the cartridge door, which fell off and got lost sometime in the 80's, and its flat membrane keyboard, which operated under varying levels of brokenness during my childhood but seemed to work flawlessly once it became a relic. At some point a friend and I had taken it apart and lost too much of it to put it back together, so I decided to just keep the keyboard, hang it on my wall and throw the rest away. Then I lost it in a move.
So I show attachment to electronics. I've never owned a car, so these are the objects I imbue with sentimental value.
Strangely enough, there's this crappy ceramic bowl I made in the second grade which has air bubbles in it and stuff, and it means nothing to me. But I keep it around in case someday it does mean something. It ought to; after all, I made it and stuff, right?
