Monday, September 21, 2015

Live-Blogging These Four Random CDs I Just Found

So my almost-ex has begun the process of clearing out stuff so he can pack up and move on.

The same process I began months ago, but I applaud him for not waiting until literally the last moment.

One of the things I look forward to unlearning.
As we've each been rooting through our fondest, most cherished memories and dumping 90% of them into the trash, we've also been doing each other the favor of returning items that mean more to one of us but happened to end up in the possession of the other. For instance, I recently found his Bachelor's and Master's diplomas among my things, and I gave them to him. I helped him earn both those degrees, but that's not something I want to dwell on, so take those pieces of paper in pretty vinyl covers, yeah.

He lost his class ring at an Ultimate Frisbee tournament in Tennessee
in 1990, so it's the least I can do.
In turn, he's turned some things over to me. Among them are a number of CDs with ambiguous labels like "Personal Stuff 1-29-06." Dafuq did I burn to a CD in January of 2006? I have no idea.

But I have four CDs here that contain files that were important enough to save at some point in my past. And I guess I'm going to make a blog post out of discovering what those files are.

Yep, just like Geraldo opening Al Capone's vault.
Google it if you must; I'll wait.
So here I go with CD #1: This one is unlabeled; I have no idea what it might contain.

OK, it's time-stamped January 23, 2009. That date means nothing to me, but let's go on.

There's a zip file that contains a ton of emails between me and Bestest Friend from the year her daughter and Precocious Daughter were born. SCORE! Those emails will someday become a book. Count on it.

Also, fragments of a short story that I have no recollection of creating, and assorted pictures of PDaughter as a toddler.

Not bad.

And now, here's CD #2. Also unlabeled.

It contains only a group of photos from PDaughter and her best male not-boyfriend, who was celebrating maybe his fifth birthday? Anyway, they and their friends are all tiny. They're, like, little grownups now. How does that even happen?

Just a touch less creepy. Please.
Moving on to the third disc. This one is actually labeled "Personal Stuff 1-19-06." That would have been my 16th wedding anniversary. (EDIT: Lol, not my wedding anniversary. First-date anniversary. Whatever.) So this ought to be interesting.



This one has so many pictures of PDaughter from when she was about five years old.

And so many pictures of Darling Dog when we first adopted him.

His face is almost entirely white now.

We taught him to never, ever hurt PDaughter, no matter
what she did. And he never, ever has.
We were so happy then.

PDaughter had a real thing for bologna in those days.
Good memories on that disc. The kind know, shouldn't ever...

Goddamn memories, anyway.

And here's the fourth and final disc. It's labeled "Photos & Stuff." I was all about specificity in those days wasn't I?

So, this one is time-stamped September 2003. Let's see what we've got.

It's got...lots and lots of random stuff, from pictures of me and PDaughter to pictures I took while shopping for office furniture at a previous job to bits and pieces of an old website I used to maintain.


So much stuff. So little stuff.

CDs are easy to keep. Small, and whatnot. I'll keep these.

Nothing groundbreaking here, I'm afraid, Drunkards. Capone-wise.

Life is made up of the small things.

And that's OK. In the end, the small things are what we wish we held on to. Like, on CD or something.

Just like that.


  1. Wow, if such entertaining stuff had been in Al Capone's vault...well, Geraldo Rivera would still be a joke, but Al Capone wouldn't be part of the punchline.

  2. Ha! Geraldo. Dat mustache do.

    Great photos... You might consider storing additional backups of your old pictures and files, on something like drop box (or other cloud storage) just in case. Our DVR fucked up recently and I lost all the shows I'd recorded and hadn't watched yet. My husband thinks, in time, I'll be able to get over it. He's wrong.

  3. We are going to have such a grand time on the book tour once that book of our emails is published! Get on that, wouldja?



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