@dfx Ich habe hier (71739) noch ein Pentium, Windows XP Server (1TB Raid) mit DAT (viele Bänder!) rumstehen. Weist du Jemand der den brauchen könnte? Würde gegen Speicher (HD, SSD etc..) tauschen, notfalls auch für ein bisschen Geld. Würde ihn ja verschenken wenn ich es mir leisten könnte 😭. Auf Wunsch auch als komplett Anlage mit Monitor, Tastatur und Maus. 🎮💾💿🖥️
#WindowsXP #Server #Retro #retrotech #flohmarkt #4sale #zuverkaufen #Computer #Computers #OldStuff #Reuse #Junk

Today I welcomed this table into my home and I think it's great for several reasons:
- exactly the right size
- fits in perfectly with my 70's/80's/90’s thriftstore look
- sturdy, real wood
- has rounded corners so it hurts less when you bump into it
- nice drawer for my painting brushes
- it was for free (yay!)
- previous owners were happy they didn't have to trash it

#table #furniture #oldstuff #reuse #RepairReuseRecycle

I just found this in the cupboard.. with a note about 2005, so it is at least that old

Of course I decided to copy it using #ddrescue and my trusted external #cdrom drive

I had expected a lot of read issues, but one sector only failed and that was read on second pass.

Don't we expect cdrom 15+ years old to start failing?

#oldstuff

#ThrowbackThurs #Videos #OldStuff youtu.be/Cj4QU_MQ220?...

86 More Things That Might Make...

I've moved, so here's a new #IntroductionPost!

I'm from #Yorkshire but live in #Cumbria.

I'm a #Vegan #Atheist #Pagan #Witch.

I have too many #Hobbies, including #Knitting #Crochet #Spinning and #ChocolateMaking. I'm learning #Bellringing and a few #Languages. I want to learn #Weaving and #Embroidery.

I collect #TarotCards, #AntiqueSewingMachines, #SpinningWheels, #CraftSupplies and #OldStuff.

I love #PetRats #StoneCircles #Churches #Cathedrals #Castles #OldBuildings and my #todolist.

#PlaneAlert ICAO: #401407 Tail: #GAHIZ Flt: #GAHIZ
Owner: #Private
Aircraft: #De Havilland DH-82A Tiger Moth
2025-11-30 15:23:41 CET
#DH82 #Biplane #History #OldStuff https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havilland_Tiger_Moth
https://globe.adsbexchange.com/?icao=401407&zoom=7&lat=52.074188&lon=-0.326462&timestamp=1764512621&showTrace=2025-11-30

#adsb #planefence #planealert by kx1t - https://sdr-e.com/docker-planefence

#PlaneAlert ICAO: #401407 Tail: #GAHIZ Flt: #GAHIZ
Owner: #Private
Aircraft: #De Havilland DH-82A Tiger Moth
2025-11-21 11:30:39 CET
#DH82 #Biplane #History #OldStuff https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havilland_Tiger_Moth
https://globe.adsbexchange.com/?icao=401407&zoom=7&lat=52.093117&lon=-0.305263&timestamp=1763721039&showTrace=2025-11-21

#adsb #planefence #planealert by kx1t - https://sdr-e.com/docker-planefence

#PlaneAlert ICAO: #401407 Tail: #GAHIZ Flt: #GAHIZ
Owner: #Private
Aircraft: #De Havilland DH-82A Tiger Moth
2025-10-11 16:05:59 CEST
#DH82 #Biplane #History #OldStuff https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havilland_Tiger_Moth
https://globe.adsbexchange.com/?icao=401407&zoom=7&lat=52.070892&lon=-0.316391&timestamp=1760191559&showTrace=2025-10-11

#adsb #planefence #planealert by kx1t - https://sdr-e.com/docker-planefence

Is anyone in the business of replicating old playing card decks?

I have this set I brought for £3 at an antique store a few years back. This set is from around 1901 to 1910 as that is when Edward VII ruled, so it is over 110 years old.

I have a replica 1860s set too a big difference between the 1800s deck, this one and modern era decks is the corner numbers. 1800s decks had no numbers. The numbers on this one are smaller than modern ones.

#cards #cardgames #history #vintage #oldstuff

The J.I. Case Threshing Machine Co., founded in 1842, revolutionized threshers by building steam-powered machines out of steel, instead of wood.

http://vintagemachinery.org/mfgindex/detail.aspx?id=162

I know literally nothing about farm machinery but these ghosts of the farming past can be found at the Rimbey farm museum, which is a favourite stopping over point for my many road trips to northern Alberta to visit family.

I tried to find info on this model online but couldn't confirm what type of engine this one was running on.

The first photo shows "Old Abe," a bald eagle who was the mascot of the 8th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry Regiment in the American Civil War.

Old Abe has a very interesting and lengthy Wikipedia page dedicated to him. That bird lived a full life!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_Abe

#photography #oldstuff #vintage #farmmachinery #history

Is that…fake stained glass?

Yes, I think it is. A slanted little church building in Aldersyde, with a slight attitude and a guard bird on its roof.

#photography #churches #oldstuff #abandonedbuildings #wednesday #Alberta

It's been a while so here's a new #IntroductionPost.

I'm from #Yorkshire but live in #Cumbria.

I'm a #Vegan #Atheist #Pagan #Witch.

I have too many #Hobbies, including #Knitting #Crochet #Spinning and #ChocolateMaking. I'm learning #Bellringing and a few #Languages. I want to learn #Weaving and #Embroidery.

I collect #TarotCards, #AntiqueSewingMachines, #SpinningWheels, #CraftSupplies and #OldStuff.

I love #PetRats #StoneCircles #Churches #Cathedrals #Castles #OldBuildings and my #ToDoList.

#OldStuff
#FreeWriting
#20YearsAgo

Honor

He couldn't get the vision of that night out of his mind. The look of pure terror in her eyes, the sound of her pleas for mercy. But the worst was the blood. It had been everywhere, and he had been told to stay under the bed and wait. That was all he knew how to do. When it had been all over, when the sounds of her screams had stopped echoing in that small bedroom he had held onto her tightly.

Now all he could do was get revenge. It was all he had left, nothing mattered now. He had looked everywhere for the man who had done it, taken the only person he had from him. The young boy held on to the lead pipe he had and saw the bastard. He was with a bunch of other guys, but that didn't matter. As long as that bastard paid for what he had done.
He ran at the guy, screaming as he swung the lead pipe at his knees. It connected, bringing the man down hard. He swung hard aiming for the man's head, only to have his wrist caught in the crushing grip of one of the other guys. He fought back, but he was smaller then them and weaker. That didn't stop him from trying.

“Fuck, that little bastard busted my fucking knee!” the man said.

“Little kids got some bite to him,” one of the thugs said.

“Think we should take care of him?” said another.
A gunshot rang out in the night, drawing all their attention. The boy hadn't noticed the faces of anyone except the focus of his revenge. All the men around him looked Japanese to him. He didn't care about the language they were using. An older man walked out, obviously someone who commanded the respect of the others. The way he held himself seemed to force the boy to share in that respect.

The man, obviously Japanese, kneeled in front of the boy. He asked, “What's your name?”

“Marcus Jackson,” the boy said. The older man looked him over. The kid was dirty, had dark hair falling in front of green eyes. He seemed to be of European decent, but the thing that caught the attention of the older man was the look in those green eyes.

“Why do you do this?”

“He took my sister from me,” was Marcus answer.

That was the look, the look of revenge. That it was fostered in one so young was not something the older man liked. He stood and spoke to the other men in Japanese. Marcus didn't know what was said but the thugs let him go. The older man then walked towards his sisters killer. Marcus couldn't understand the exchange. He did understand it when the Older man backhanded the younger.

“What will you do when you have taken your revenge on this man?”

Marcus just said, “It doesn't matter, just so long as she can rest in peace.”

The older man nodded, “And what was her name?”

“Mirium.”

The older man nodded again, then reached into his coat and took out a small gun. He held it out to Marcus and said, “Here, use this. Take your revenge on this man. Let Mirium rest in peace knowing her killer was brought to justice.”

The other man started yelling in Japanese, only to be ignored by the thugs who had helped him moments before. Marcus took the gun from the man and pointed it at his sisters killer. All he could think of as he heard the shouts from the man on his knees were Mirium's unanswered cries for help.

He pulled the trigger, and struck the man dead in the center of his chest. His grip was tight on the gun as the gravity of what he had done settled in. The older man placed his hand on the barrel of the gun and slowly lowered it. He took it from the boy and replaced it inside his jacket.

“You have defended the honor of your family this day. Do not feel remorse for what you have done,” the man said. He waved his hand at the other men, signaling for them to leave.

#Writing
#OldStuff

So, I am going through my old writings as I work on my sites. I plan to repost them on the pages under the dates I originally created them as possible.

I am thinking of sharing some of them here if only just so I can see what some may think as I do.

How many of you knew that this is not the Nazi symbol, but the #symbol of the #Finnish Air Force from 1918? I don't want to see it because it reminds me so much of another symbol. 🙈 It's in some old buildings in #Finland and people may think it has another meaning. #suomimastodon #oldstuff #aircraft