What do you do with a pile of floppies, early in the morning?

While searching my mother's desk for something the other day, I came upon a pile of floppy disks. A virtual stronghold of bygone computer days, never to be used or loved again. I think the last time I used a floppy disk was in the 90's, when Bill Clinton was still considered a "family man" and dinosaurs roamed the earth. Of course, in this high-tech, futuristic digital age, my laptop doesn't even have a floppy drive. Much like stone tablets and another ancient form of data storage known as the "book," these brightly colored plastic squares are now useless for their intended purpose.

Now, I could simply dispose of them, but that would be unbefitting of their memory (and only add to the growing trash problem across the nation). So I pose this question to you, readers of the cesspit I call my journal: What should I do with these things?