It happens every once in a while. If you’ve been gaming long enough, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Last night I snagged my old NES from my parents house (I have a whole closet full of old gaming consoles there). I did this primarily so my wife could play Solomon’s Key. We set it up in the guest room, on a good old 4:3 tube TV. And now I have been struck by the nostalgia bug. I went to on of the local used game shops (Vintage Stock) today and picked up Bionic Commando, a game I never owned. I saw Sonic CD there as well and considered picking it up. Maybe another time, preferably after I bring my Sega Genesis and Sega CD back from my parents house.
I have a horrible feeling that I’m treading a slippery slope. My desire to start grabbing up all the pieces of my childhood that I missed (or lost) is growing at a rapid pace. I’m halfway toward putting in a bid for Panzer Dragoon Saga for the Sega Saturn. There’s a lurking fear that someday I won’t even be able to find it for exorbitant prices on eBay anymore. And now I know that I have to grab more of my old consoles from my parents’ place.
So what sparked all this? Behold:
My collection fit into the entertainment center perfectly.
Do your best Richard Dreyfuss with me: “This means something.”
On a side note: my wife bought me a Wii today. She wanted to get me one for my birthday/Christmas. I found one and know how hard they are to find, so we went to Target and bought it. Now I’m stuck with a dilemma: wait until my birthday next month to open it (what my gut says is right), or open it right damn now (what my gut says is more fun.)
I guess there are worse problems to have.