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I'm so very tired, but that's okay because summer is so pleasant and waaaaarm. I love it, but I know as soon as I really start appreciating it, it'll get fucking cold again. Then I'll get sick and then I'll feel like crap and stay cooped up in the house leaving only to go to work or school and then I'll come and whine on here some more and bla bla bla bla so on and so forth.
My cousin, for reasons far beyond my humble understanding, had come into possession of a borderline warehouse of old-school Pentium PCs. I asked him, no I begged him to explain to me why. I didn't even bother with the how because I knew at that point, there was no reason to really know. It wouldn't have made any difference. All I knew is that suddenly there were dozens of these things stacked up in piles in his basement. You know the ones I'm talking about. Those ones that would lay on their side, the horizontal ones that were made to be stacked in school labs, or barring that, a landfill. I already knew what was coming though. Naturally. I don't know how we did it, but it took only a few days to go through them all and put together a couple dozen working PCs running DOS, or if specs permitted, 95. Normally, a few hours afterwards, I would ask myself why I do the things I do, but it only took a couple days later that I realized why: Money. I don't know how, how it possibly could've been done, but he sold all but 6 of them. I am completely fucking baffled. Not only by the fact that somebody would buy them, but also by how much they were sold for. Then I realized, with an additional 300 dollars in my pocket, I didn't much care.
So what to do with the six of them that are left? Simple, really. The same thing we always do with extra PCs; make them a gaming platform. So now they're all sitting nice and stackable on his old, shitty ping-pong turned computer supporting table. I suppose I should feel comfort that I can go downstairs with 5 other people and we could play Quake all night like it was 1996 all over again, but I don't. It's just grim satisfaction. Perhaps a few hundred rounds of Duke Nukem 3D or Doom will cheer me up more. Whatever.
My conquest to own all those consoles and its worthy games has slowly been working its way forward. Nearly done with the NES library (Bomberman 2 is impossible to find in person), halfway through the Genesis one, though to be fair I had a head start of a decade and a half. The SNES is coming along nicely, as is the Saturn and finally nearly finished with the goddamned GC one. I am having amazing luck with the Sega CD. It was already enough that I happened upon Lunar: The Silver Star at a garage sale for 99 cents, but then not even a week later, I find its sequel, Eternal Blue, sitting in a browsing bin at Goodwill for 5 bucks. As if it were some kind of sign, I dig through the bin some more and nearly shit myself when I find Vay, Robo Aleste, The Terminator, and Sonic CD. What kind of idiot would just go and donate these gems? Robo Aleste and Eternal Blue alone usually go for 40 bucks each. That's if you're lucky. But who cares?! I'm not going to question providence. On another note, I love my Wii and everything about it. People can say what they want about Nintendo, but I haven't lost interest yet (shockingly) and the fact that it's incredibly easy to put homebrew on it only helps.
The missus and I have also rediscovered the joy of playing co-op on Super C. I'm not so mad at her about buying the NES anymore. Well, okay I still am but not really.
Also, Contra 4 kicks your ass six ways to Sunday.
My cousin, for reasons far beyond my humble understanding, had come into possession of a borderline warehouse of old-school Pentium PCs. I asked him, no I begged him to explain to me why. I didn't even bother with the how because I knew at that point, there was no reason to really know. It wouldn't have made any difference. All I knew is that suddenly there were dozens of these things stacked up in piles in his basement. You know the ones I'm talking about. Those ones that would lay on their side, the horizontal ones that were made to be stacked in school labs, or barring that, a landfill. I already knew what was coming though. Naturally. I don't know how we did it, but it took only a few days to go through them all and put together a couple dozen working PCs running DOS, or if specs permitted, 95. Normally, a few hours afterwards, I would ask myself why I do the things I do, but it only took a couple days later that I realized why: Money. I don't know how, how it possibly could've been done, but he sold all but 6 of them. I am completely fucking baffled. Not only by the fact that somebody would buy them, but also by how much they were sold for. Then I realized, with an additional 300 dollars in my pocket, I didn't much care.
So what to do with the six of them that are left? Simple, really. The same thing we always do with extra PCs; make them a gaming platform. So now they're all sitting nice and stackable on his old, shitty ping-pong turned computer supporting table. I suppose I should feel comfort that I can go downstairs with 5 other people and we could play Quake all night like it was 1996 all over again, but I don't. It's just grim satisfaction. Perhaps a few hundred rounds of Duke Nukem 3D or Doom will cheer me up more. Whatever.
My conquest to own all those consoles and its worthy games has slowly been working its way forward. Nearly done with the NES library (Bomberman 2 is impossible to find in person), halfway through the Genesis one, though to be fair I had a head start of a decade and a half. The SNES is coming along nicely, as is the Saturn and finally nearly finished with the goddamned GC one. I am having amazing luck with the Sega CD. It was already enough that I happened upon Lunar: The Silver Star at a garage sale for 99 cents, but then not even a week later, I find its sequel, Eternal Blue, sitting in a browsing bin at Goodwill for 5 bucks. As if it were some kind of sign, I dig through the bin some more and nearly shit myself when I find Vay, Robo Aleste, The Terminator, and Sonic CD. What kind of idiot would just go and donate these gems? Robo Aleste and Eternal Blue alone usually go for 40 bucks each. That's if you're lucky. But who cares?! I'm not going to question providence. On another note, I love my Wii and everything about it. People can say what they want about Nintendo, but I haven't lost interest yet (shockingly) and the fact that it's incredibly easy to put homebrew on it only helps.
The missus and I have also rediscovered the joy of playing co-op on Super C. I'm not so mad at her about buying the NES anymore. Well, okay I still am but not really.
Also, Contra 4 kicks your ass six ways to Sunday.