tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259999418462494960.post8910598173660772481..comments2012-12-16T23:34:17.735-08:00Comments on Knee Deep In The Game: Poor Boy's Complaint — a video game memoir [Vol. 1]Flynn's the namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05324433816839270938noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259999418462494960.post-63663692432470579422012-01-08T17:45:03.321-08:002012-01-08T17:45:03.321-08:00Hans, I don't really want to spoil the next in...Hans, I don't really want to spoil the next installments ... but I'll give you a hint. No, I never got the NES. Probably for the better.Flynn's the namehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05324433816839270938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259999418462494960.post-45380311380934808782012-01-08T02:12:53.583-08:002012-01-08T02:12:53.583-08:00So I'm assuming you eventually did get a Ninte...So I'm assuming you eventually did get a Nintendo machine (I remember people calling them that), right? When?<br /><br />Some of my earliest & most mesmerized memories are also from the NES. My brother got one in Christmas of '88 or '89. I was four or five at the time, and I distinctly remember trying to play and just. not. being able to do anything. Mario was so hard! I remember trying to get my mom to play with me while my brother was at school. I remember when my dad bought Legend of Zelda for HIMSELF (coolest dad ever, then), and beat it on Christmas eve. Oh man. I should probably write my own post.<br /><br />Thanks, Flynn.Hans Ottersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17552122415866430007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259999418462494960.post-6914109626267244862012-01-07T23:24:02.822-08:002012-01-07T23:24:02.822-08:00That's adulthood for you. Constantly having to...That's adulthood for you. Constantly having to apologize just for being honest.<br /><br />My wife was watching He-Man cartoons on Netflix while I was writing today. I'll have to look out for Skunkor. Can't say I remember that one.Flynn's the namehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05324433816839270938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259999418462494960.post-55185939720820453322012-01-07T19:47:50.863-08:002012-01-07T19:47:50.863-08:00I feel you man. The only reason I remember anythin...I feel you man. The only reason I remember anything cool is because some other kid had it. Forest had Castle Grayskull, Mike had Optimus Prime, Jason had a Nintendo, with at least five games, my cousin Ben had a Sega. I had a couple of Gobots my grandma gave me and two He-man characters from the clearance rack - seriously, Skunkor? His power was smelling bad?<br /><br />The other day my son was whining because I haven't let him buy a new video game for a couple of months. I lost my shit and told him he was one of those jerkoff rich kids I hated when I was his age. I apologized later because I shouldn't have said it. But I meant it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07089027680604398673noreply@blogger.com