Sat Apr 12, 2003 8:51 am
ack! <any "old-timers" know what ACK means?) forgot one pertinent point:
it isn't a "pissing contest" like someone suggested.
I think an important point was also touched on by Nicodemus, saying that he "felt like he was getting too old to play his games"
it's a TRIBE: we are the knowing Elders who had to walk through the snow at 300baud, getting disconnected both ways, and squint at amber and green monochrome monitors at screens of dots broken by the occasional ASCII text... in OUR day, we didn't HAVE gerbils to power our 386s; we had to STEAL RATS! And they were a lot meaner and harder to train.
ah, ok. 'Nuff said, as my man Stan Lee says.
I think it's way cool that you young gamers see that you needn't fear losing your beloved games to creeping old age. Don't you know older guys that spend hours modding their cars? Like you need a blower and a Hemi to drive to work every day. Shya. They are pinheads; ignore them.
and it's also cool that older gamers like me can come out proudly and say, yeah! I waste as much time on games as you do on Fantasy Baseball! to their work compatriots. And everyone knows 'gamers are way cooler than FB playergorks ^-~
be welcome in the Tribe, young Jedi. Keep your nose clean and your wrists limber; listen to your Elders, argue with them where necessary but don't forget continuity; and lastly, remember to pee every few hours and that you should eat something once in awhile. Cheetos are good.
and, Elders: do not sneer at the young bucks, who do not know the deprivations of having had to make games out of stones and logs and stuff. For when the aliens come, we will need their sharp eyes and quick reflexes to carry out our brilliant strategies.
Now, where's that roast pig?
it isn't a "pissing contest" like someone suggested.
I think an important point was also touched on by Nicodemus, saying that he "felt like he was getting too old to play his games"
it's a TRIBE: we are the knowing Elders who had to walk through the snow at 300baud, getting disconnected both ways, and squint at amber and green monochrome monitors at screens of dots broken by the occasional ASCII text... in OUR day, we didn't HAVE gerbils to power our 386s; we had to STEAL RATS! And they were a lot meaner and harder to train.
ah, ok. 'Nuff said, as my man Stan Lee says.
I think it's way cool that you young gamers see that you needn't fear losing your beloved games to creeping old age. Don't you know older guys that spend hours modding their cars? Like you need a blower and a Hemi to drive to work every day. Shya. They are pinheads; ignore them.
and it's also cool that older gamers like me can come out proudly and say, yeah! I waste as much time on games as you do on Fantasy Baseball! to their work compatriots. And everyone knows 'gamers are way cooler than FB playergorks ^-~
be welcome in the Tribe, young Jedi. Keep your nose clean and your wrists limber; listen to your Elders, argue with them where necessary but don't forget continuity; and lastly, remember to pee every few hours and that you should eat something once in awhile. Cheetos are good.
and, Elders: do not sneer at the young bucks, who do not know the deprivations of having had to make games out of stones and logs and stuff. For when the aliens come, we will need their sharp eyes and quick reflexes to carry out our brilliant strategies.
Now, where's that roast pig?
