These days, everyone seems to have one lying around – an old gen laptop, sitting around, gathering dust in a closet somewhere. Call it a byproduct of the mid to late 90s, a golden era of economic success and personal fiscal irresponsibility, combined with technological advances making portable computers not only easily accessible, but damn near necessary for any student or white collar worker.
I’ll always take old machines. Always. Sometimes they sit around in my closet, just like yours. Sometimes, though, I’ll throw in some ram, maybe a wireless card (if, y’know, one of the several I have will decide to work) and BAM – laptop in the living room, perfect for doing something like, say, catching up on resto druid mechanics while watching the guy from Man vs Wild drink his own piss in the Australian Outback.
This laptop, for instance, was given to me by my friend Amber. She and her husband had a new laptop and didn’t need this one anymore. It’s an old Dell Latitude; severely outdated. The battery was fried, the ram needed upgrading, it has one USB1 slot, it occasionally makes odd beeps, and the trackpad would be better if it were removed altogether. Even still, it works, and allows the posting of wordpress pages while watching Jet Li’s The One.
I love this crazy technological age in which we live.