Harp the Wigglytuff @wigglytuffitout@computerfairi.es

i figured that a pattern had been set so my nissan is named

Bundy.

not because of any sort of particular adulation or honor, but mostly because car names are like dog names: you really want something you can easily shout in frustration or elation depending on circumstances, and "bundy" is excellently shoutable

so my family names their cars

my first car was a little white car (a volvo). my mom's first car was also a little white car (tho not a volvo). it was named Sam.

she told me this and i immediately said "oh well, mine must be Son of Sam then of course".

then my volvo bravely died in service after somebody hit my mom while she drove it and literally truncated my car (my mom was fine tho), so...

my first one (that was really Mine) was an emachines pc got on special on black friday; i stood in line like 30 minutes before best buy opened in the pre-sunrise dark with my mom so we could grab it

the theme for computers on our network was currently grecoroman mythology so i named it Eos, after the rosy-fingered goddess of the dawn, because i got up so fucken early in the morning to get it lmao

there's an icebreaker question

what did you name your first computer

my parents still have the first computer they got - i fuckin forget what it is. it's named, of course, HAL

and i played HOURS of this fuckin fantastic game where you could make faces from different bits. i think it might actually be called FaceMaker since names were simpler in ye olden times lol.

HAL still runs, i think it's had some RAM go bad but my dad combed through the error messages, figured it out, now that's on his to-do list

@maple you got me deep in nostalgia now LMAO

i know a lot less about old computers than i should honestly, but ti-99s are intensely nostalgic

needs the wood trim colorway though

i was always too scared to play space invaders myself but i'd beg my mom to come play it so i could watch, lol

"now all swastikas are nazi flags now i guess", coupled with quips in the history like "gonna go all rulefag", "this year you get a free loli with entry"

yeah okay that's one way to make a block obvious through 'joking references' i guess. does anyone have some spare febreeze so i can get the 4channer stench off my fedi timeline, y'all know how that shit clings

if this bit of allergies is an ear infection brewing i'm gonna be super smad about it

oof ok this headache has settled in good and proper and made of me a foolish fool after i jinxed myself by floating the idea of writing tonight

hmmmm maybe with ice cream and beating back this headache a bit i can do.... another writing night in a row?????

i don't know why it's viscachaposting time but i support it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPxA6nasvQc

me, before namazu tribe quests in #ffxiv : why on earth did they do NAMAZU instead of SOMETHING COOL ugh

me, now, hitting rank 7: I LOVE ALL MY IDIOT FISH CHILDREN. *sobbing* look at them they're so dumb and so good!!!!

i mean honestly

if jk rowling can't even fucking wikipedia american history to put forward an idea that all of modern usa would be covered by one school in late 1600s, like it was all one english-speaking culture at that point, (HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!),

i can probably skate by as i'm there googling what time lavender harvests are in france and what typical eurostar schedules are so i can have a throwaway detail be accurate

in the end, Cursed Child is like a friend saying she's going to cook a great roast dinner for you, you're going to love it. you mark your calendar, get all excited. you're sitting at the dinner table. it smells amazing. she tells you how she's been working on it all day, AND brining it all night, and basting it, and all of this. she pulls it out of the oven and it looks fantastic.

then she carves off all the meat, tosses that in the trash, and proudly serves you a single drumstick bone

it comes close. it comes *irritatingly* close to realizing that.

but instead, in among all of the time-travel sloppiness, and in among the stories of that second gen of characters struggling with THEIR legacies!, voldemort's daughter just ends up...

well, a chip off the old block with some cliche daddy issues.

boring.

bland.

a disappointment.

these... these are interesting characters.

they get to be themselves, all wrestling with the same problem, some coming up with bad answers, some coming up with good answers, some trying to come up with good answers and failing.

they are messy, and real, and INTERESTING.

they are everything that Delphini ends up not being, yet *could have been*.

one tried to just keep his head down and survive. he found a wife and loved her deeply, truly, as he did his children, right up until it became clear that he couldn't outrun all of his father's sins. and so he feels all he can do is isolate himself from those he loves - and the only thing he can do for his father's legacy is make it end with him, his axe, and every shallow grave dug for those who follow Voldemort still.

one was told he would have to follow in his father's footsteps, told to kill, and could not betray his own horror at this. instead he rebelled, and gave over his trust into redemption. one considers it his duty to balance the massive suffering his father dealt by working towards kindness, towards charity, for all.

one thought she could escape to numbers, which have no morality. and was horrified to be wrong.

so that's why i have this fanfic i'm slowly writing where there are just Too Many Of Voldemort's Kids.

one lived in fear of herself, until her fears were realized and she was killed for it. but until then she ran from magic and onto something that made sense to her - to ballet. and she learned over time that her love and care for her ballet students was real, and only aided by being afraid to hurt them.