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May. 7th, 2010 02:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogAll my Commodore hardware is now gone.
I feel a little bid sad and nostalgic about it. I grew up with this stuff in elementary school. I have very vivid memories of playing Ultima IV on the C-64, and V on the C-128. I have a sharp, solid tactile memory of pushing that little rocker switch on the side of the 128 to turn it off and on. I remember the distinctive sound of the SID chip that played all of Kenneth Arnold's repetitive little tunes that are, to this day, burned into ROM in my my head.
"You're kind of young to have Commodore stuff!" he commented we loaded it into his car. He talked about all the other hardware he has around and the strange places he's found it. He said he'd swing by and pick me up on the way to a meeting or two of the local classic computer group if I was interested, and I think I am. Not to play with the hardware anymore, but to see what other people do with it. I'm satisfied that my stuff has a good home.
Devin is going to use the cabinet I had some of it in, that I painted blue with a Commodore logo on the door many, many years ago, as a liquor cabinet. So I guess it has a good new use too.
Speaking of alcohol, I've been really trying to like the stuff. Moira said she'd really like me to give a few drinks a try. On top of that, I've felt in some places, like parties at conventions, that I'm missing out on an aspect of social interaction by not drinking alcohol. People bringing their own home brewed beer, or some special rare potable to share with friends, or mixing interesting concoctions with science fiction names to them in room parties. So, I've tried a couple things lately. She got some chocolate-infused red wine last week for me to try. I did; it was a little chocolaty, but bitter and burny. I tried a few swallows and didn't care for it.
Last night, I bought a bottle of what Moira told me, after trying it, is good mead. I tried a sip of mead at the Ethiopian restaurant in Orlando when I was there, and I thought I'd kind of liked it. At least, it seemed better than most alcohol I've smelled. So when I tried the mead last night, I was expecting something sweet and thick and tasting of honey. I even made sure to pick the sweetest of the several offerings of mead from that particular maker. But when I took some into my mouth it was thinner than I'd expected, and much more bitter than sweet. I again tried a few swallows, but I liked it even less than the red wine and chocolate mix. And that odd burn. Maybe I'm just not cut out for enjoying alcohol. Years ago, at the old apartment, Moira got me a little airplane bottle of Godiva chocolate liquor; I remember thinking it was kind of ok. It mostly tasted like chocolate cough medicine, but it wasn't bitter like the last two things I tried. I'll try it from time to time though I suppose.
On the plus side, we found one of my bottles of really-really-hot hot sauce during the move. I'm looking forward to using that again. Sparingly.
Our manager has said we can quit work a couple hours early if the queue is low enough. It is now, and our staff on Eastern time have already quiet for the day. I'm hoping it stays low so I can too in an hour.
I feel a little bid sad and nostalgic about it. I grew up with this stuff in elementary school. I have very vivid memories of playing Ultima IV on the C-64, and V on the C-128. I have a sharp, solid tactile memory of pushing that little rocker switch on the side of the 128 to turn it off and on. I remember the distinctive sound of the SID chip that played all of Kenneth Arnold's repetitive little tunes that are, to this day, burned into ROM in my my head.
"You're kind of young to have Commodore stuff!" he commented we loaded it into his car. He talked about all the other hardware he has around and the strange places he's found it. He said he'd swing by and pick me up on the way to a meeting or two of the local classic computer group if I was interested, and I think I am. Not to play with the hardware anymore, but to see what other people do with it. I'm satisfied that my stuff has a good home.
Devin is going to use the cabinet I had some of it in, that I painted blue with a Commodore logo on the door many, many years ago, as a liquor cabinet. So I guess it has a good new use too.
Speaking of alcohol, I've been really trying to like the stuff. Moira said she'd really like me to give a few drinks a try. On top of that, I've felt in some places, like parties at conventions, that I'm missing out on an aspect of social interaction by not drinking alcohol. People bringing their own home brewed beer, or some special rare potable to share with friends, or mixing interesting concoctions with science fiction names to them in room parties. So, I've tried a couple things lately. She got some chocolate-infused red wine last week for me to try. I did; it was a little chocolaty, but bitter and burny. I tried a few swallows and didn't care for it.
Last night, I bought a bottle of what Moira told me, after trying it, is good mead. I tried a sip of mead at the Ethiopian restaurant in Orlando when I was there, and I thought I'd kind of liked it. At least, it seemed better than most alcohol I've smelled. So when I tried the mead last night, I was expecting something sweet and thick and tasting of honey. I even made sure to pick the sweetest of the several offerings of mead from that particular maker. But when I took some into my mouth it was thinner than I'd expected, and much more bitter than sweet. I again tried a few swallows, but I liked it even less than the red wine and chocolate mix. And that odd burn. Maybe I'm just not cut out for enjoying alcohol. Years ago, at the old apartment, Moira got me a little airplane bottle of Godiva chocolate liquor; I remember thinking it was kind of ok. It mostly tasted like chocolate cough medicine, but it wasn't bitter like the last two things I tried. I'll try it from time to time though I suppose.
On the plus side, we found one of my bottles of really-really-hot hot sauce during the move. I'm looking forward to using that again. Sparingly.
Our manager has said we can quit work a couple hours early if the queue is low enough. It is now, and our staff on Eastern time have already quiet for the day. I'm hoping it stays low so I can too in an hour.
