A few weeks ago Jon gave me the heads up about a used videogame store in town, and Matt and I checked it out over the weekend. It's run by just one guy, and he has every game and system I ever had the pleasure of playing when I was younger-- Atari, NES, SNES, Genesis-- and of course all the next-gen pieces of bloated crap systems. The guy really knows his shit, too. We talked about SNES cartridge batteries and how they were only supposed to last around five years, but he said he's trying to find a way to pirate batteries from other games and sodder them in as replacements. It seems silly to be so caught up in gaming but I admire him enormously for chasing his passions and opening/running his own store for them. Inspired by seeing all my favorite SNES games again I dug out my system, hooked it up and was delighted to find that it still works after twelve years-- unlike my PSX, I might add, which lasted barely four. Final Fantasy III was the only game I chose to keep, so I'm going to go back today and pick up Super Mario World ($10) and Super Mario Kart ($15) and I'll then have the three best SNES games ever. Buying games from this guy's store costs a bit more than I'd have to spend online, but I really want to help him stay in business. I went yesterday and bought Intelligent Qube for the PSX for $30, in part to help him, in part because I love puzzle games and in part because, greedly little Jew that I am, it goes for twice that much on eBay with the right promotion. Insert a steepling of the fingers and conniving grin here.
This morning it occured to me just how fucking huge a whiner I am. I mean god damn do I piss and moan a lot. I was vaguely aware of it, of course, and other people have mentioned it to me, but it's one of those things that you can't really understand without choosing to discover it yourself. I do it mainly in the pessimistic, critical vein (ie. I rag on everything). I understand why-- because I think most things suck and I would rather be honestly critical instead of unconstructively complacent-- but it's silly and certainly obnoxious to listen to. I'm going to try to tone it down. Please bear with me while I try to find and navigate the fine line between discussion of unfortunate occurances and boohoocryfaceisms. If anybody reading this hears me bitching about something I have no control over, just give me five across the eyes.
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