the "blood inheritor"
My roommate helped me finish cobbling together my frankencomputer today. I had what felt like the first normal Saturday in months.
Relieved with being able to catch up with my discord friends, putz around in FFXIV (how I've so missed my viera!!), and play around with a cast library of games I haven't had access to. The perfect gateway to staying in.
But I wanna talk about the blood machine. The affectionate name I've given to my old gaming laptop that is just as much of a fuckin survivor as I am. She was finally retired today, her dinky hard drive finding a new home.
She got me through a lot, lives through the same fire, miraculously helped me start a middling streaming hobby when I needed it, gave me access to so many beautiful things. Finally moving along feels like a testament to my progress, no longer held back by its old limitations, I can get in touch with old hobbies and lifestyles in a whole new light. I no longer have to see myself in the flickering arcane LCD she faces me with. Reflecting myself in a gaming laptop seems trite, but today is a big step for me, a huge marker. I've finally left it all behind...