ooh, look at me, i’m a p.c. and i’m so p.c.! for years now, long before it was fashionable (entirely literal, did you see the shirts they sold at live earth or whatever the fuck it was called) we’ve had not a trash can on your desktop, but a recycle bin. that’s right, once a week, little microsoft trucks with little microsoft men in even littler microsoft shorts come by, and they pick up your little microsoft recycle bin, empty it out, and take it to the tiny little virtually microscopic microsoft recycling centre, where they sort it all out (porn/kiddy porn/terrorist manuals/draft business memos) and melt down all the data, all the ones and zeros become halves, ready to be put together or taken apart to form an alternating system of coded constructions. other computers just throw all that data into tiny little landfills that slowly but surely start to fill up the inside of your computer, rendering it useless, thereby creating much larger pieces of waste (the old computer) which are sent off to infinitely larger landfills, which are slowly filling the planet, which is quickly dying. thank god for microsoft.