This one is grateful for computers and Internet.
It has been ma’habocath’s constant companion, his ever-changing blue nowhere, his library, his battleground, his prime source of awe and hate, his escape, his prison, his key to freedom.
Thanks, all you anonymous cowards for the attention, the arguments, the accolades, and all other manner of fun times in absence of such in-person.
And all the movies and television and music he’d never have known; without the Internet, ma’hab might still think Marilyn Manson and Korn “heavy metal”, and Stephen King the top horror writer ever. Oh boy were ma’hab’s teen years an embarrassment. At least this one can still consider Final Fantasy Tactics and III (will always be three to me!) the best in the series.