The 8-bit generation

I was never a Nintendo child. I was never kept up til ungodly hours of the night by a drunk Italian in red overalls. Some people Im sure would insist that I missed out on what could have been known the greatest years of my life. These people are known as fucking morons. And Im sure that these same people would be horrified to find that not only was I not allowed to play with or own G.I.Joes but I also was not able to watch that steaming turd of a product tie-in cartoon. It would seem that my generation was endowed with the great honor of growing up with some of the most appalling cartoons of all time. However, Im not talking about cartoons Im waxing poetic on the marvels of being the first wave of the video game generation. Things were different in those days. It was a whole different world. You didn't just walk into the bedroom and flip on your GameStation 2 and flop on the bed. No. Just getting the game to work was an ordeal in itself. You see I owned one of the greatest "gaming systems" of all time. It was huge and brown (later grey) and it radiated an incredible heat amongst other things which Im sure contributed to what I would not be surprised to find is a near non-existent sperm count. It would sometimes take up to 10 minutes to load wonderfully primitive games which managed to entertain me for hours. I've spent many days of my life looking for a mordern game which would even come close to showing me a mere glimmer of what I loved about some of these games............Jesus Christ......Im a fucking geek...Im....uh...I....Better stop this right now.