Aristo! Aristo! A la lanterne!: Cords.... they CAN be cut.

Sunday, June 8, 2025

Cords.... they CAN be cut.

I decide today was 'The' day to deal with my primary cord cabinet. Yes, I have primary and secondary, each covering different time spans.

Today's challenge, the cord cabinet in the living room. It all hides in this semi-goofy kitchy old hexagon end table. Till a year ago the double doors nicely hid the stash within. Then, a cord-a-lanch happened. The doors would no longer close, and people could SEE my collection of manly cords, cables, and gadget boxes.

Today I dragged the whole blessed thing to the middle of the living room and dug in. Worked up a proper sweat doing it, which is needful this morning (Too much Bourbon last night).

Charge cords, power cords, patch cables, stray electronics, cell phones, boxes, camera gear, software, gidgets, and even a slingshot.

The To-Go pile. An amazing array of crap that at one time seemed worth keeping for some reason. There's stuff in there I haven't seen in 10-15 years, including my last four cell phones. The real capper was the slingshot with rotted surgical tubing. When did I get a slingshot? Why did I get a slingshot?

The keep pile. A whole bunch of power supplies from my last decades worth of laptops. A perfectly fine tablet computer that I used at work years ago, but haven't touched in a decade. Three, count them, THREE brand new terabyte SSD drives. All the new 'spare' phone charge cables I keep because the children chew on them in their sleep, and wall warts to power them. CD's of music I don't want to part with even though I no longer have a CD player. Just one of the headphone sets, out of at least six I found in there. Oh, and a miniature oscilloscope I forgot I owned. Also that danged battery charger I've been hunting for all year.

You see gentlemen? It CAN be done. I assure you, it CAN be done.

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Robert Heinlein

"Do not confuse "duty" with what other people expect of you; they are utterly different. Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily. Paying that debt can entail anything from years of patient work to instant willingness to die. Difficult it may be, but the reward is self-respect.

But there is no reward at all for doing what other people expect of you, and to do so is not merely difficult, but impossible. It is easier to deal with a footpad than it is with the leech who wants "just a few minutes of your time, please — this won't take long." Time is your total capital, and the minutes of your life are painfully few. If you allow yourself to fall into the vice of agreeing to such requests, they quickly snowball to the point where these parasites will use up 100 percent of your time — and squawk for more!
So learn to say No — and to be rude about it when necessary.
Otherwise you will not have time to carry out your duty, or to do your own work, and certainly no time for love and happiness. The termites will nibble away your life and leave none of it for you.

(This rule does not mean that you must not do a favor for a friend, or even a stranger. But let the choice be yours. Don't do it because it is "expected" of you.)"