Paper weight [s]

So what do you do on a weekend where the waves are flat and wind is blustery? I mean, other than pepper your roommate's door with post-its that tell a tale of woe and boredom.

How about dig though that box of papers that you knew you wanted to keep but didn't have the attention span to organize? How about make some sweet spreadsheets for vehicle and financial account maintenance? How about write a post with a lot of statements phrased as questions?

It was a long time coming and wholly rewarding. And while I was able to discard perhaps fifty percent of the box contents, the rest was pure gold.

• Mt. Shasta summit pass? Good times.
• E3 badge with adhesive letters jacked from some unsuspecting booth? You know it.
• Partially-used Wales Rally pass? Slightly aggrevating.
• Chengdu Panda Center ticket? Heartwarming.

What's more? Checks galore! If you suddenly notice $30 missing from your checking account, I probably deposited the check you wrote me for that awesome concert we saw in 2003.

But the heart and soul of this records cache is the data. I'm a confessed spreadsheet whore. Want to know my car repair-to-modification expenditure ratio? I didn't think so. 2.15.

So now the only remaining mass of papers to be subjected to the pertinency filter is the college notebank. Love the graphics and quantum notes. Analog circuit design? Not so much. But at least they're there for when I forget how to explain time dilation or have to brush up on OS concepts. So there's a little fat I can cut on the next tempestuous weekend, I'm okay with it, the dude two storage lockers down had a bin labeled "Misc. Sandals."