Why am I telling you this?
I am telling you this because I am grabbing you by the fucking collar and shaking very hard because it is obvious you need to be shaken very hard and told that this is it. This is the endgame for floppies. We went over the hump, and the chances of rescue are slim to none now, but there are still chances. It's a chance that needs to be taken now.
If you have an archive or cache or hoard of floppies, you need to get in touch with me. I will help get the data off of them for you, whatever piecemeal amount is still thriving on there. We'll get errors up the wazoo, and some of them will be simply unreasonable, but it has to be done, I have to try.
Whoa: I just noticed that my "floppies" blog posts that I linked to up there are very nearly a decade old. This is like that scene in Why I Hate Saturn where she's lying on her bed drunk and reading her old journals, and she comes to a journal entry about her lying on her bed drunk. Except I'm not lying down or drunk. But wow, I've been sitting in this chair a long-assed time.
Also, it was just about too late a decade ago. For the floppies I mean.