I got my first computer when I was 12 years old. It was a Timex-Sinclair 1000 with the 16kb RAM expansion module. Little membrane keys and blocky monochrome graphics… I loved it.
I would spend hours learning to program in it’s built-in basic. I then progressed to a Commodore 64, a couple of Amigas (500 and 1200) and finally, a Windows PC clone. 80286. Don’t ask me what the processor speed was. It was slow. And wonderful.
I was assimilated.
I played games, too. Boy, did I play games. Infocom, AD&D role-playing, arcade, flight sim, 1st person shooters… anything I could get my hands on. Hell, I still miss Elite on the C-64.
Following the latest in gaming technology was a passion for me. I was hard-core. At least, I thought I was. But, doesn’t every teenage boy?
Now, I have one game on my PC. Quake 3. I kill a friend every now and then, but mostly I just play a bot. Gaming no longer holds its sway over me. Sure, I check out game websites every now and then just to see what’s happening. You know… check out a few screen shots. And, I certainly follow the graphic card industry and try to keep my graphics humming. For other reasons, though. Not because I want to play the latest 1st person shooter. (What is that now?)
You see, games are cool and all; but when you can create music or art… Or edit video and create animations. Or create a cool website or graphic… Or all the other incredible things you can do with computers other than play games… why bother? Ultimately, it’s just a waste of time. A diversion. But, still, I pine away a bit for the good old days of 12 hour gaming sessions trying to get enough experience points for the next level. Making the kill. Learning the next spell.
Sigh…
Mainly, I guess I grew up.