My house is littered with gadgets, once loved, now forgotten. Mostly useless. I'm not so bad- but the boyfriend is a massive gadget-o-phile so there are bound to be a few bits and bobs that don't really get loved so much anymore. Mostly its not that the gadget has become useless, its just that it has been replaced by something better, faster.
The most obvious at the moment is his old computer, stuffed in a box, shoved under the stairs- completely passed up now that he is the owner of a supercomputer to rival all supercomputers. I would go into the details, the specs and such like, but as most of you have already guessed, I'm not exactly big on the details on things like that.
Then there is the computer joystick, gathering dust, passed up for the Xbox 360 controller for Windows. There is the PSP, which at one stage kept the boy so well occupied, I got a little jealous of it. It's not that it isn't loved so much anymore, I guess the novelty just isn't as shiny anymore. He still uses it on flights and trips.
I meanwhile have gadgets scattered everywhere between Cape Town and Joburg (where my mother is tearing her hair out because a whole whack of my stuff is still there). Because I'm not really gadget crazy, I do tend to think carefully about the things I want and then save for them. But there is the pink 1st generation Ipod- we're talking before colour screens, pre-nano. I used to use it all the time, but as it ages, its ability to hold onto battery life is slipping a little so it lies in my "important documents" drawer which is really just a place to throw things that don't go anywhere else. It lies alongside my completely mutilated old Nokia, an old telephone account and some bank deposit slips.
But it's in my bedside drawer in my old room at my parents house that all the really good stuff is-a walkman, a diskman, one of those sim card memory thingies, about 47 discarded, virus riddled flashdrives. In my cupboard there is a water damaged polaroid camera, which fell into disuse well before the family geyser burst sending water rushing into my closets, as more and more it was impossible to find film for the damn thing in SA. That was years before Polaroid officially stopped selling film- and at over R90 for 10 photos ten years ago (and most often than not the film was expired) and so the thing was gathering dust before the water washed it off. There is also a pink camera and matching binoculars that I got for Christmas when I was about 11- it used those funny, flat films with the curly bits on the edges and you had to wind it on after every photo. I don't know why I've kept it. I guess I just didn't get around to throwing it out-and I'm entirely certain it still works. Sometimes I fear that one of the aeroplanes flying over my parents house will drop fuel which will then cause all of these bits and pieces to melt and morph, and create some kind of disused gadget monster.