Well, since people get bitchy about my posts when I post something that means something to me, I’m going to start making some frivolous posts, ‘k?
Video games have been a big part of my life since, oh, about 1983-ish, when I was 10. That’s the year that my father married my stepmother. We spent a lot of time at her mother’s house over the summer, it felt like. My new cousins, Kevin, Scott, and Steve, had a Colecovision that they’d bring whenever there was a family gathering. These three were the ones who just didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t a blood relative, never mind that it was a STRONGLY Catholic family (we were ostensibly Lutheran, and my parents were divorced). They accepted me for who I was. And the more I think about it, most of the family did, surprisingly. Evidently, it was my stepmother and a couple of the older folks in the family (both her siblings and her neices and nephews) who didn’t ever seem to approve of me. But whatever, their loss, and totally not the point of this story.
So, yeah, video games. My brother had an Atari 2600, but I was “too old” for things like that. Like that, and like Legos, and like anything that didn’t involve reading. Which, really, was thanks to my father, who then proceeded to get pissed off when I didn’t want to fish when he wanted to go fishing and I took a book instead. Again. Tangent. Angry tangent that will never get read or understood by the person who needs to read and understand it. Moving on. At least temporarily.
Three weeks before my 13th birthday, Nintendo did something that would change my whole world: they released the original Legend of Zelda. I have, to date, every LoZ game (I think; I’m pretty sure). I don’t know what it is that draws me to this series, but it’s ridiculously important to my whole world view.
Over the next few weeks/months/whatever, I think I’m going to start blogging about the video games that I play, that we own, that are important to me. It should generate quite a bit of content for my blog, I hope, and possibly get me writing more.
And if my father and stepmonster ever find my blog, maybe they’ll figure out that they need to understand why my anger is so strong and directed at them. More than likely, they’ll continue to ignore me. Whatevs.