As I’ll occasionally nod off on the couch on a Friday or Saturday night — I’m an old man, shut up — I will find myself awaking the next morning to the sounds of my children quietly booting up some early morning video games. It always makes me smile a bit before ambling back upstairs… as I used to notoriously do the same in my home as a wee lad. Of course, back in those days, I didn’t have any screen time limitations, just the blunt-force trauma of trying to play any Nintendo game for longer than thirty or forty minutes before needing to rage quit in a huff. I’m looking at you, underwater level of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
* And yes, eventually I got the Game Genie™, and was able to beat the game, and many others. But in my heart, like so many, I always felt the failure.
Nowadays, the video game landscape feels nefariously foreign to me. Whereas I once kept tabs via errant copies of Nintendo Power and EGM, and their eventual successors on the internet of the early 1990’s… I now glaze over the entirety of the video game section of the modern department store. Walking into a GameStop is never for me these days, and attempting to shop for any of my wards is a fool’s errand. Doubly so because all of their video game systems have the ability to simply purchase and download games directly from the internet. Who needs IRL shopping, bruh? Continue reading “So Long and Thank For The Fish, Man 105: One Player Gamer, Continue?”
