Relativity

Many moons ago when I was but a wee lad, I remember a giant accomplishment: After several years of toil writing boring short stories and crappy poetry, I finally had enough accumulated to completely fill a 1.44 MB 3 1/2 inch floppy. Stupendous, I thought. I had actually amasssed enough original writing and such that I had crossed the etheric plane into needing TWO disks to back everything up.

Tonight, I burned a 4.7 gig DVD of stuff I've done in the past six months, and there was NOT enough room on the disk to take it all. Granted, a lot of it was pictures. But 4.7 gig is still a lot. And, like the stuff squeezed onto that original floppy, most of it is rubbish. But it's mine.