Worrying about how long my CRTs have before they buy the farm and Duck Hunt becomes a distant memory keeps me up at night sometimes.
Rolling the dice when you buy controllers online is lame.
At times the nostalgia connected to retro gaming inflames my melancholic desire to return to childhood in a painful way.
Not having friends who are enthusiastic about playing 8 & 16-bit systems like I did when I was a kid can be a bummer.
The SPACE that my collection consumes is a bit ridiculous.
Wanting something that you know you won't enjoy that much, if at all but, still wanting it because you are a brain-dead compulsive collector/Nintendo fanboy. Curse you, R.O.B. the Robot.
Seeing arcades wither and die is horrible. Knowing I will never set foot into a Showbiz Pizza again is perhaps even more horrible. Curse you, Chuckie, you damn rat.
Almost buying a game you've been meaning to check out, only to realize that you already have it in you collection collecting fresh dust. Curse you, Rad Racer II, for not being more memorable.
All of this whining aside, my younger incarnation would flip out to see how many video games I have.![]()


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, that is the WORST!




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