
I remember when I got bitten by the video-game bug. It was one glorious Christmas morning late in the 1970s, and Santa had left a Coleco Telstar Arcade under the tree. It had three games and they were all basically Pong. And oh my god was it a revelation, that you could control things on your TV. I was hooked.
In high school, my honor-society pals and I traded hints and tips for all the Infocom text-adventure games, passing notes about how to get the Babelfish. (I’d have gotten in on the sharing of the actual games, too, except I was already on the wrong-but-better side of a technology gulf: Today, I’m a Mac devotee while everyone else is on PCs, and then, I had a Commodore 64 while everyone else had Atari 2600s.)
I never really got into the first-person-shooter craze, but I was in a definite minority. At the now sadly defunct Internet magazine I used to work at -- *cough* Yahoo! Internet Life *cough* -- slow afternoons around the office were filled with the shouts of the geek editors shooting up their fellow geek editors over the office network.
Today, we still revere the lowly Pong, we can download Zork for free, and soon, we’ll be able to snack on Doom, The Movie, starring Karl "Eomer" Urban and The Rock. Of course.
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