| What a nice story. My two highlights: A local arcade not far from where we lived regularly put old games up for sale. My dad noticed that they had listed a Space Ace cabinet for $300. To this day I will never forget my shock — my dad bought it and brought it into our tiny apartment. I had a full-size, real-deal Space Ace arcade cabinet in my childhood bedroom. Wow! Father of the decade for him! and... With all of these people watching, I played through the final scene of Dragon’s Lair, but with a twist. I didn’t make the last move of the game (sword button, which kills the dragon) allowing myself to get incinerated by his fire breath four times. Not only did this ratchet up the crowd tension to palpable levels, it also increased my score higher than if I had simply beaten the game on the first try. Then, with the crowd on tenterhooks — will he win? Does he really know how? — on that last life, I played all the way through to the end. I pressed the sword button then literally turned around and walked away, while the remaining 10-15 (non-interactive) seconds or so of the game played out. Like the nerd version of the world’s greatest hip-hop act dropping the mic and walking off stage, I just walked away from the game. I’d made the last move. Nothing left for me here. Seen this all before. What a diva!! :) I don't know the rationale for this, but I feel really happy whenever I see these glory moments that unimportant hobbies, usually videogame or sports, provide for children and teens. |
That's because you know that seriously applying the "unimportant" to a hobby is bullshit and feel vindicated whenever someone reasserts the original meaning and motivation behind having a hobby in the first place :)
Or at least that's my reason for feeling the same way you do ;)