January 15, 2023

I discovered this morning that the hard drive I’ve had for lo at least 15 years finally crashed. To be quite honest, I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did.

In the age of cloud storage, the only thing that I really used it for was music storage, as it was the most dense amount of files that I had (somewhere in the neighborhood of 32GB). Creating a backup solution for that music was a can that I’d been kicking down the road for as long as I can remember.

I did have enough room on my Google Drive to backup all the music that I had on my phone – which might be all of my music, period. So, I spent an inordinate amount of time taking all those files off the SD card, cleaning them up (removing duplicates, moving some files around, etc.), and getting them into Drive.

I use MediaMonkey to organize everything, and by some miracle, it has a feature that finds your missing files. So, instead of having to re-add all of the music back to my library by hand, it just went into Google Drive and updated locations.

As an aside, I think MediaMonkey is hard af to use, but it’s the only thing I’ve found that isn’t OS-tethered, so you can use it with any phone and any operating system.

I’ve ordered a new hard drive – storage has gotten cheaper and plentiful in the 15 years that I’ve purchased a hard drive – but I’m not sure if that’s going to be the option to store files going forward.

On the plus side, in the age of The Culling, I guess this was as good an opportunity as any to trim the musical fat from my library.

December 30, 2022

End of the year culling is ruthless. I went through my Amazon Wishlists (4 of them), my eBay watchlist (98 items), my Etsy wishlists (7 different lists, 600 items) and wiped them out.

I’m NEVER going to buy these things! I don’t need 16 different butter molds! No one does! I haven’t pulled the trigger on that Anne Klein dress in the 9 months since I listed it. I’m never going to buy it! (And if I do after 9 months, I can assure you it’s not because I needed it.)

I know why I hoarde these things – we all know why I do these things – I’m just mashing on that dopamine button and getting that tiny thrill by “capturing” it. It’s akin to a demented version of Pokemon catching.

The problem becomes when these items sit available and waiting in shopping limbo. Then I see them sitting and waiting while I’m shopping for things I’m actually going to use; “Well, shit: might as well get that completely unnecessary thing, too.”

Better for my wallet and my real estate, then, to make a concerted effort once a year to do a ruthless culling and obliterate the lists.

Every year, my sister in law gets rid of [year] number of items for the corresponding year. 2022 items in 2022; 2023 items in 2023…you see where this is going. I’ll have in the back of my head to do the same thing for 2023, but I’m ALSO going to count all of those wishlist items, as well as YouTube & podcast subscriptions, Twitter/Instagram/Pinterest follows.

It’s all still “stuff;” physical, digital, and mental clutter.

December 28, 2022

The wrapping paper my brother-in-law used for Christmas 2022.

Two and a half years since my last post. Not that things haven’t been happening since then, obviously still in a pandemic and late-stage capitalist hellscape.

Christmas 2022 came and went, and now we are in the full throes of Romjul. I’m working from home on the three days this week the office isn’t closed, which has been interesting when your fellow house-dweller is completely off and doesn’t abide by a schedule. As if I didn’t need more affirmations that building a routine is the only way my executive-dysfunctional brain can have any hope of functioning.

I had forgotten that the Year I Bought all The Wrapping Paper Crap was in 2009, and Charlie and I finally looked at each other and said, “This is it. We are getting rid of most of this shit.” We consolidated all the bows, used up most of the tags, and pitched all the flimsy paper and too-thin ribbon that tangles on the roll as soon as you try to use it. Fingers crossed that next year, we’ll plow through even more of it so we can move forward, not weighed down with my Christmas impulse-purchase.

I am not sure when the last time occurred that I ate a vegetable (maybe last week?), but I haven’t actually had a Zebra Cake in over a month. I can hear every cell in my body screaming for both salad and water.