Everybody, I'd like to introduce you to a piece of tech that's been with me for many, many years now that today we witness its passing:
This is my clock radio. I got it one Christmas many years ago, whichever year it would have been when I had a bedroom all to myself. Going by that estimate, it was probably when I was eight or ten. Funny enough, I think my family knew I needed one, because that Christmas I actually got two: the sleek black one you see in the photo above with the annoying "fast/slow" time setting design over the more practical "hour/minute" setup most clocks had back then. This was a present from my older brother, and I had just happened to open this one before I opened the one from my mom - that, or I just thought it looked cooler.
So this clock radio has been with me for at least sixteen, seventeen years of my life. Over the course of four different bedrooms, two different moves, this thing has always been on my dresser or night table (depending on what period of bedroom we're talking).
In fact, 5 years ago when I did a tour of my room in the ancestral home (back when I had just moved into it), you can see it there too.
Well, a couple days ago this clock radio died on me. It was counting minutes every couple seconds, and seemed super fritzy. Thus, I feel it is in my interests to move on - I have a brand new clock now with an iPod dock, so that could be fun.
But yeah. So long, clock. You got me out of bed for 2/3ds of my life. Job well done, and thank you . . .
. . . though frankly, I probably won't throw it away any time soon. It'll probably sit somewhere for another year or so first. meh, whatever.
Anyway, yeah. Clock died, got a new one. Memories.
