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Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Importance of Star Wars

This is just one of many conversations I look forward to having with my kid.

Thursday, February 03, 2011

This is my future

And I can't WAIT.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Tunage: Derezzed

OK, that's probably not the best (or even accurate) description of what's going on in my house right now, but it feels that way. In an effort to make room for The Dude, we started wandering around the house filling bags with clothes and linens and things and the attention has turned to something that has been ignored for far too long.


I can't remember the last time I bought a CD, much less actually took one out of the CD racks. But as a student of the 90's, and having spent a good portion of that time working in the Seattle music industry, my CD collection is ridiculously large. And covered with dust, taking up valuable space. And so the mass exodus of music begins. I had no idea how to start, initially staring at all of those little plastic spines, so instead, I opened up my iTunes and just started pulling out CDs that I had already imported. 200 discs have been pulled so far, with 2 more computers to loot for music as I start compiling everything onto a hard drive.

Waves of nostalgia flowed over me as I hesitantly placed 20-year old CDs into a box. CDs with cases scratched to hell and I imagine the discs are even worse. Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Billy Idol, Metallica, Duran Duran, Guns n Roses. (man, music sucks these days)

This is going to take way longer than the time between now and when the Dude arrives but it still feels pretty good. Once I have removed a rack from the house (there are 5), I'll probably switch over to DVDs and rip the band-aid off pulling out movies I will most likely not watch again, and if I do want to, there's the glorious Netflix streaming, which has become a staple in our house anyway and slowly making these old DVDs redundant.

Saying good bye to old friends is never easy, but a worthy funeral is deserved.

(to be fair, they will all go to charity, I don't ACTUALLY plan on burning them and drowning them in the sea)