Saying good bye to a dear friend.

Saying good bye to a dear friend.

It’s happened. I’ve finally gotten down to chucking that crummy old p-133 tower away. It was my old friend. *salutes, 21 gun salute, Last Bugle playing, flag-covered march past* A rather dear old friend. And so now I must be a speaker for the dead…or discarded.

That old Navi was the first system I’d had that could actually play Red Alert without some serious lag. It could play Command and Conquer and Warcraft 2 without a hitch. It was reliable, quiet and almost never hung on me (can’t say the same about my new rigs). 4 generations of Navis back, it had actually taken me through Dust, A Tale of the Wired West and Conquest of the New World. In fact, that was my second rig since I’d moved from consoles. I’ve never looked back ever since. Farewell, old friend, and may you find rest. *puts another CPU chip on the display board*

This really does remind me of a time about 2 years back when I’d sent another (person) friend off. Except, that one was a bit less of a funeral and had more crying to it. I could say that he was (and is) the best friend I’d had since…I was born. His sisters were at the airport with me, and we’d bid him a farewell. He was going overseas to study. It was then that the older of his two sisters (who was still younger than him) decided to break down and cry. Now, he’d used to go around town with me, browsing the bookstores and essentially hoofing it all around. And now that I’m nearing the end of my long break, I kinda realize exactly what he’d meant to me back then. I don’t have a companion to march around with anymore. I’ve got friends, sure, but none of whom are actually as alike as him and I. Outings would end earlier than they have to, and if I’d obliged to follow all the way, I wouldn’t be having as much fun as I’d normally would. *closes another chapter in life*