So, I’ve moved in with my significant other (yay!), and part of that move is a reconfiguration of my office space. Part of this involves me examining things I’ve been holding onto for a while. Those things? Software packaging. Giant, shelf-space hogging, software packaging. Boxes, just filled with cardboard & plastic, so as to take up more space on retail shelves, so that they get noticed by consumers and picked up. I just recycled so much of that stuff.
Now that we’re in the age of electronic software distribution, that won’t be so much of a problem. That said, I couldn’t bear to part with my box for American McGee’s “Alice”, one of the first games I bought for the first computer I bought, all the way back in 2001. So there’s a part of me that regrets this loss of the physical manifestation of software, too. The future of software will be a colder place in that regard.
So this marks the end of an era. The end of my time at Heron’s Run Apartments. It’s been a swell 7 years! I’ll miss the green landscape, and community pool and hot tub, and my 3rd-floor balcony and view. I won’t miss the pollen.
I am off to greener pastures, in the form of a villa, which as I understand it, is kind of like a condo. But different. In any case, it’s big, is newly renovated, has two floors (stairs!) and a two-car garage. It’s in a nice neighborhood too. Looking forward to sharing it with my sweetie.
Spent the majority of the weekend moving items from my and Joy’s places to the new one. Was looking forward to Ultimate today, but a wall of rain cancelled those plans! Next week I guess.
This past weekend Joy and I went on a camping trip to Hillsborough River State Park, about an hour’s drive north of Sarasota. Picked out gear Friday, then it was up to the park on Saturday morning. There we met up with Cam and Melissa and Joe and Owen; Mark, Laurie and the girls; Rob, Jeanine and the kids; Louis and Jasmine; Jean and Peter, David and the rest of the crew. A big group from work came, and it seems to grow bigger each year. It was a pumpking-carving, site-spookifying, tram-rider-scaring affair for the traditional “Haunted Woods” trick-or-treat; we all had a blast…. already coming up with ideas for next year.