I just found a few old machines lurking in the office and sent them off for recycling.
I felt a little nostalgic thinking of all the man-hours that have been poured into those machines: how they felt so quick when they were new; the various roles each had, and the brilliant staff, past and present, who used them.
And then, for security reasons, I drilled through the hard drives with a tungsten-carbide bit.
I think that was the nerd equivalent of taking a lame old dog around the back of the barn with a shotgun. I'm a little shaky, but confident I did the Right Thing...
