I was walking by our local computer game store at 8:00AM on Saturday morning and there were people camping, presumably for Playstation 3s. I find this kind of behavior a bit strange, as I have no interest in computer games whatsoever. You can probably tell that from the way I call them computer games, I have a nagging feeling I should be calling them something else. I feel like my gran.
I used to love games as a kid but something happened and I stopped. If I were feeling cruel I’d say I grew up, but I don’t think that was it. I think I became lazy. I just couldn’t be bothered to figure out how a game worked any more. The games that didn’t need any figuring out started to bore me the instant I touched them. I also hate to lose and I was always shockingly rubbish at them.
That line outside the store made me realize that I actually do miss them. I’ve been looking at screenshots of X360 and PS3 games and I love the artistry that goes into them, the little details that make you laugh. I love to see the advances in the graphics and I love the sound effects and the music. None of these things justify my purchasing anything but I am looking forward to the day Billy asks for his first games console. 5 minutes a month ought to do me. Or if Billy insists on butchering a human opponent, maybe 50 hours.