The nostalgia benefits are zero. This machine is slow-- like, Pre-Cambrian slow-- even after I deleted virtually all of the music and anything else I could find to delete. Most programs seem to enjoy the odd and unexpected crash. Not much luck so far with the word processor, so we'll see how long it takes me to move my documents over and start writing again.
I really don't want to set up shop here but I don't think I have a choice. Spending $3 on a comic book is extravagant for me; fixing my iBook is probably impossible. And having the internet at home is still an improvement over library visits twice a day. I just foresee a lot of stress in my near future. There's nothing like sitting in front of a computer waiting for it to do it job to make you wonder if life is ever going to improve.
Also, I bought a memory card today for my PS2 and then discovered that it doesn't work with the one game I own. And now the PS2 is also rejecting the latest Fullmetal Alchemist discs I'm trying to watch. I was almost surprised when I screwed in a light bulb today and it worked the way it was supposed to.
A'right, later on I'll post something less grumbly and more entertaining, but long story short, I'm sort of back. Not totally back. (It wouldn't even hold my wallpaper for cryin' out loud...)