Sleepwalking my way through life: Blast from the past



Blast from the past

A few technical details before we begin. First off, due to technical difficulties beyond my meek understanding, my feed has been down for the past couple of weeks. That has been finally resolved due to the good people at Feedburner, and if you want to re-subscribe then you can do it here (or the RSS icon on my sidebar).

Secondly, I have managed to buy myself a domain name. Two in fact, but due to a mess up in the technical process (it’s always technical errors, isn’t it?) I am only using one. www.littleresearchmonkeyboy.co.uk is the address now. Please update all address books and whatnot.


Have you ever had moments of true nostalgia? Walking through Glasgow on a summers day usually does it for me, or wandering aimlessly up a certain road to look for a certain coffee shop. I love the feeling of nostalgia; the slow fluttering rise in the chest, the satisfying sigh accompanied with the smallest of smiles. My eyes widen as I remember another detail and he skip in my step increases. The detail that was recalled was slight, and it barely meant anything to the bulk of the memory, but it carried such a powerful weight.

Sometimes, though, playing a videogame does all that for me.

One of the greatest features of the Wii is the ability to download games from previous consoles, from the Nes, Snes, N64 and even Sega. I pounced on this feature immediately and downloaded the available classics that stirred my memory banks to its very core. Donkey Kong was the first one to enter my white box of joy – fond memories of playing in the kitchen alongside my brother as we leapt from one mine kart to another. Super Mario World came next, not only filling me with childhood memories of struggling with the first few castles, but reminding me of the time I spent the night at Marie’s house – staying up the entire night in an attempt to complete it in one go. And don’t even get me started on Zelda.

But there’s something, almost as good as nostalgia, that I find brewing within myself at times. It’s a feeling I have when I realise that this night, this moment, is going to fall into a lapse in my memory, only to be reminded of at a later date as a warm, sweet feeling of nostalgia; that someday I will look back on this moment and laugh to myself with a knowing smile.

And so, in the far distant future, I will flip on my – by then, good old – Wii and select Mario Kart 64 to play, and as the song hits the title screen and Mario utters the strangely erotic “Let’s go!” I will smile and laugh and think back, to this night, when I thrashed Jane at racing.

Oh yes.

(Also, this made me laugh until I died. The afterlife isn’t too bad to be honest – just a bit of a slow connection).

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1 Comments:

At 8:45 am, Blogger Jane said...

To Joe's Blog readers:

He did not thrash me, if he had refrained from cheating then I would have won.

And I thrashed him at the battles.

 

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