Nothing worse than an aging I.T. nerd.

WDHDsaleI’m sitting in my cube at work this morning going through my daily routine of checking my work and personal email when I come across an ad from Newegg.com that includes the item over on the right. A 1TB Western Digital HD for a little under $50.

As it is my habit to try and get other people to spend money on stuff they don’t need, I engage in a ritual of reading off this deal to my cubemate who is roughly eleven years older than I am. We both stop to marvel at this price because we’re both old enough to remember life before hard drives.

At this point he pulls out a dry erase marker and starts to write things down on his whiteboard. Back in the day he used to sell computers for a living and he can remember that in 1984 a 10MB hard drive went for about $500. In today’s dollars that comes out to around $1,148.48.  A 10MB drive is equal to about 0.000009536743164063 terabytes. To put it another way, the cost per MB of that 10MB drive in today’s dollars works out to around $114.85. The price per MB of a 1TB drive in today’s dollars is roughly 0.00005.

I can remember a time when us computer nerds spoke of a one terabyte hard drive in hushed, reverent tones as though describing a unicorn. A fantastic, mythical thing that could exist, but probably never would and if it ever did surely it would be so fantastically expensive that we’d never afford one in our lifetime. Oh, but if we did get our hands on one we’d never need another hard drive again cause there’s no way we’d ever fill it up! Just imagine having a hard drive you’d hand down to your children and them to their children and even then it’d probably take another generation of kids to come close to filling it up!

You know you’re getting old when you waste time figuring shit like this out and then shaking your head at how spoiled kids are these days.

Addendum: The first computer I ever bought with my own money was my venerable Amiga 1000. I got a job at McDonalds and took out my first ever loan from a credit union to pay for it. The machine itself cost $1,295 at launch and the CRT monitor was another $300 bringing the total to $1,595 not including sales tax. In today’s dollars that works out to $3,537.43. That boggles my mind.

A sure sign you’re getting older…

So I’m watching TV over the weekend when one of those Long-Term Premium Life Insurance ads pops up on the screen. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones with some random company you’ve never heard of that offers life insurance for pennies a day with no requirement of a physical and which never expires no matter how old you get or how sick you become. The ones that start off with a statement along the lines of “If you were born between the years” followed by two dates which, up until recently, didn’t include your birth year?

Yeah, this one included my birth year. I believe the range was 1929 to 1969. I was born in 1967.

It’s a surprisingly eye opening event when the ads targeted at “old people” are now counting you as being old. I suppose at 41 I should be considering some form of life insurance outside of what I get through my employer, but I could do without being made to feel old in the process. In years past I could ignore those ads, but now they taunt me in the same insidious way my bathroom mirrors taunt me by reminding me of my continuing march towards the so-called golden years. I believe I exclaimed, upon realizing the ad was directed at me, the following: “Sonofabitch!” Said as one big word just like I wrote it there. My remote is going to have large finger sized holes in it from me crazily stabbing at the buttons every time one of those damnable ads comes on.