a couple of days ago, our creative director told me I could help myself to anything from a pile of old hardware we were about to get rid of. I ran into the room excitedly, thinking about the possible booty of old hard drives, network cards and obsolete RAM to be extracted.

But I resisted. I even resisted the ancient laptop with no screen. I think I may have turned over a new leaf. Even though the idle daydream of building a mutant server farm in my shed for no obvious purpose pops into my head on a fairly frequently basis, I believe I may be getting over my affliction.