After many years of gathering dust on a shelf in my office, my erstwhile floppy disk friends, containing a veritable cornucopia of hopelessly outdated software and useless data, must go.  I felt an intense inner tug-of-war between my tendencies towards compulsive hoarding (or disposophobia) and my more rational desire for a clean office.  My desire for cleanliness, plus some coaching from my decidedly anti-disposophobia wife, won out, and I carried the floppy disk stash out to the garbage.

Farewell, dear floppy disk.  How many years it will be before my CDs and DVDs join you in the dustbin of history?