Kinda sad, kinda awesome. Belongs best in this thread I think.
The story... about two hundred and thirtyish moons ago I moved into my current place, and my helpers were ignoring the tags on things and putting crap everywhere. These apparently got shoved to the very back of my shed, and about 2 weeks after moving day, some in laws "dumped" some furniture on me, "Hey you've got a big shed, this is too good to get rid of, store it or use it or something..." as they're bringing it into the back yard... aaargh.. Anyway, that crap was what was hiding these fellas from me. Fast forward to recent times. The shed deteriorated rapidly and covid restrictions and market craziness precluded me from getting it seen to sooner rather than later. I also was not aware that no roofing paper/tarpaper was put on under the shingles, as would be standard practice so earlier this year the whole back of the thing flopped in as the roof decking gave way. Several cycles of too frigging hot, too frigging smoky, too frigging wet and hot, too frigging polleny and too frigging sick has meant that I am just getting to salvage operations prior to demo and dumping in a week or so.
So these poor buggers, which I wasn't even looking for, have been orphaned at the back of the shed for more than a decade. I would definitely have had them out 5 years ago or so had I known/remembered them. Then the roof fell on them and the crappy chipboard furniture sagged over and rotted on them too, so they're real nasty. Initially I am going to leave them out in the rain a couple of days to get the rough off. It's practically a retro computer Halloween display though ain't it 🤣 Then I might hose them off some more before letting them dry out more on the porch. Nothing really gonna happen for a couple of weeks, too much homestead business to attend to . Don't look for full restores real quick.
I dunno what is in them, two look empty, one might have a Pentium class motherboard and graphics, another seems to have a 486 dx VLB rattling around. Not sure on the 5th.
Unicorn herding operations are proceeding, but all the totes of hens teeth and barrels of rocking horse poop give them plenty of hiding spots.