Binary Boudoir

[Morrigoon]

I was musing about this on my LJ, and it seemed funny/poignant enough to share with all:

As some of you may know, my computer (aka: the shoebox) has been, shall we say, on the fritz lately. Okay, some days it's been completely DEAD. Worse, it's been D-E-D dead. So, I've been using Gauchograd's Crapintosh. Yes, Mac users, I still call it that. Anywho, I haven't really actively participated in much of the online life lately because of it. When I have been online, I've felt very... well, let me give you the metaphor here so you'll understand.

See, a person's computer, it's kinda like your bedroom. In "your room", you have *your* stuff, exactly what you want, as you want it, where you want it. The wallpaper and other decorations are of your choosing, the stereo is yours, the CDs are yours. Books are on the shelves of your choice, and your clock is in the corner of the room you decided to put it. Same with the computer. And using someone else's computer, well, it's kinda like staying over at a friend's house in their spare bedroom. It's not your pictures on the walls, not your bedspread on the bed, certainly not your mattress (or in this case... platform). You don't want to go around opening every drawer in the room to see what's in them, so you tend to limit yourself to living out of your suitcase, or, if they've specifically "given" you a drawer or two, you limit yourself to those drawers. And you often don't fully use those drawers because you don't want to leave anything behind when you leave, even trash. In fact, you feel uncomfortable filling up their previously empty wastebasket in the corner. So you always feel temporary, uncomfortable. And you want nothing more than to come "home" to your own creaky bed, your sheets, your stupid poster on the wall that doesn't match anything but you like it anyway, etc.

For the moment, my digital domain is working, so I feel "at home" once more.