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Non-Music Shit / Re: Nintendo Wii
« on: December 01, 2006, 09:50:57 AM »We always had a nintendo growing up. Unfortunately, I couldn't play it, because my father was so addicted to the thing that he couldn't share. My friends and I would stay up till four in the morning on weekends watching him play all night long. Even when he wasn't actively playing the thing I was denied access. He had a NES Advantage and when he was playing Zelda II for example, he'd sit on the edge of the side scrolling enemy screens and would press down the weapon button and then wedge a knife in it while it was set to turbo so he would constantly be throwing swords racking up experience points. Before Nintendo existed my dad used to like to take me to the arcade. He'd cash in a twenty and then give me a quarter. Since I was just a little kid, I'd blow it quick, then I'd sit behind him for the next two hours straight pulling on the back of his shirt saying "daddy, daddy can I please have another quarter" to which he'd respond "shhh... just.... just hold on a minute" plugging away all his money till he had none left to share with me. I remember one particularly traumatic experience in which he took me to a record store first and bought a couple of albums. Then on the way out we stopped by the arcade, it was my job to hold the bag with the records. I got bored and kind of forgot about it and set it down. When he was done playing video games the bag was gone. He never yelled at me or disciplined me for losing his records, but I could sense his serious disapointment with me.
If that weren't bad enough, most of the people I've known in Milwaukee are the exact same way. Here are people who could be doing something fun, exciting, creative and interesting with their lives. Instead they play monkeyball. They might as well give themselves lobotomies.
I seriously have more respect for crackheads than I do video game addicts. At least crack, for as worthless of a buzz as it gives you put you in interesting situations. At least a person can get a good story out of smoking crack.
Video games are social control.
Woah!!! This is freakishly familiar to me. I fucking hate video games. My dad discovered Nintendo when I was about 13 (first time I saw him playing it I was coming down from my first acid trip!!!) and spent each and every evening sitting in my room for a few years, big brown dentures biting on a Now menthol 100 and grumbling ssshhhit...godddammit... motherfucking cocksucker.....errr....s hhhh...uh. He'd sorta move along with the character by stomping his feet, flailing arms, pounding on the table etc. When I starting working, he'd call me up at work to ask "what's the secret to such and such game on level 9?" I'd flip out and remind him that I hadn't touched that shit in years, but he'd insist that I was keeping secrets. Then, of course, there were times when he'd tie up the TV by leaving that shit on pause for a day. I swear I could write a long assed book about this shit. If only I owned some sort of camera back then.!@#$%%^$#@!!!
