I grew up with PlayStation discs. You bought a game, took it home, put it on the shelf and could still pick it up years later. You could lend it to someone or sell it when you were finished. That was part of the appeal, not a technicality.
So Sony reminding PlayStation customers that software is licensed, not sold lands badly with me. Its UK software terms say plainly that the software is not sold for you to own. That may describe how game software has been licensed for years, but spelling it out while asking full price for downloads does not make the purchase feel more secure. It makes me ask what, exactly, my money guarantees.
Spoiler notice: The first part avoids the central mystery. A clearly marked section below discusses the culprit and the ending of Storm Front.
It took me weeks to finish Storm Front. That feels like an odd thing to say about a book featuring a wizard who gets hit with a baseball bat, visits a vampire and cannot even have a date without a demon turning up. There was plenty here that made me laugh, and the final stretch was genuinely fun. But getting there was a slog.
No budget. No upgrades. Just vibes.
I’ve spent enough time chasing new gadgets, tuning my homelab and looking for the next thing to configure. This time, I wanted the opposite: a little corner in my office where I could switch off, put on a film, watch some anime or play an old game.
I didn’t want to buy a new TV or sound system. I wanted to see what I could make with things I already owned.
Previously on isoul.uk: Why I Started Wanting My Data Back — two decades of online accounts accumulate quietly until an account stops feeling like an account and starts feeling like infrastructure.
Some people name servers after their function.
docker01.
nas01.
backup02.
That is sensible.
I name my machines after spaceships from stories I love.
This is less sensible.
I recommend it.
A homelab is already unnecessary enough # Most of what I run at home could be replaced with hosted services.
Previously on isoul.uk: From Veoh and Justin.tv to Self-Hosting My Own Media — streaming solved the convenience problem, but it did not solve the ownership problem.
For a long time I treated online accounts as permanent.
Why wouldn’t I?
I had used the same main account for roughly two decades. Over that kind of period an account stops feeling like an account and starts feeling like infrastructure.
Email goes there.
Previously on isoul.uk: Why I Self-Host — a technical curiosity became a practical choice about ownership, privacy, learning and keeping data in systems I control.
It is slightly ridiculous that one line can connect watching anime on Veoh around 2007 with running Docker containers on a mini PC in my house today.
But there is a line.
Back then, I was interested in one thing: finding something I wanted to watch.
Previously on isoul.uk: The Internet Used to Feel Different — forums had addresses, communities had places and discovery was active before feeds took over.
There are much easier ways to use technology than self-hosting.
If I want photo storage, somebody will sell it to me.
If I need file sync, there are dozens of services.
If I want media streaming, I can pay a subscription and install an app.
Instead, I have ended up with NASes, Docker hosts, virtual machines, DNS servers, monitoring, backups and enough cables to make the “easy” option look extremely sensible.
Previously on iSoul: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince — The Magic Grows Up — the full-cast audiobook brought out the story’s humour, relationships and gathering darkness before the final journey.
Seven books later, I’ve finally finished Harry Potter.
Listening to the full-cast audiobook of Deathly Hallows made the end of the journey feel very different from the wonder of Philosopher’s Stone. The ordinary school days, lessons, feasts and Quidditch matches are mostly gone. Harry, Ron and Hermione are no longer children discovering magic. They’re trying to finish the task Dumbledore left behind while the world they know falls apart around them.
Previously on isoul.uk: Discovering Anime on the Wild Internet of 2007 — the internet stopped being a reference tool and became the place we went to find what to watch next.
I don’t think the old internet was necessarily better.
It was slower, less reliable, full of broken links and often much harder to use.
But it did feel different.
The easiest way I can describe it is that I used to feel as though I was moving through the internet. Today it often feels as though the internet moves through a handful of feeds towards me.