Born April, 1984, an old friend was killed by the government yesterday. Granted, i knew the execution was coming, and in fact, the previous stay was only for a few months, but now the deed is done and there's no going back.
Of course, going forward was kinda out of the question too.
i speak of my old, black and white, portable TV. i got it as a college gift from my parents (i'm old). As a bonus, it can also run for a few hours off of eight (count'em) D batteries. It saw me through a fair portion of my adult life, kept my group up-to-date during 9/11 and even functioned as a monitor for a few things, but now… well… now it's just kinda sad.
With the transition to Digital TV, it's now just a radio. i've also got a portable TurboGrafix (yep, i sure can pick the winning consoles) that had the TV option as well. Now, it's also useless. What's more, should i decide to bury them in the ash heap of history, i've got to drop them off as the hazardous materials they are.
This kinda got me thinking about what sort of crap we're going to leave behind as antiques.
Think about it. There are crap antique shops stuffed to the gills with the junk our fore-parents never got around to getting rid of. Heck, there are even stores that specialize in selling high priced reproductions of the crap that we used to get yelled at for breaking. So, what kind of crap are folks going to remember about our era? LCD monitors? iPhones? Porcelain reproductions of biggie sized Wendy's fries containers? i suppose, but then most of that requires batteries and hazmat suits for disposal.
Huh, perhaps that's what they'll stock in those shops come 2100.
That or some USB sticks full of pirated copies of Windows 7.
