I’ve been watching someone talk about Kings Field for hours on YouTube because they love Dark Souls so much that they’re willing to deeply engage with these shitty, unplayable games.

say what you will, but literally nobody is nostalgic for games that looked like this without some kind of severe brain damage:

I was in my primo nostalgic gaming years just when the PS1 came out, and even then I’m hard pressed to gin up nostalgia for early 3D.

well, okay, I can make a few exceptions…

Things evoke a complicated nostalgia when they’ve been replaced by things that are unqualified improvements in every sense but the technical restrictions of the original media fostered a unique kind of creativity or interaction that is now lost to history.

Postal mail, drive-in theaters, vinyl, pixel art, books, newspaper comics, newspapers, bbs, irc, broadcast television, fountain pens, typewriters, broadcast radio, department stores, book stores, commercial offices - while obsolete there’s something lost.

Despite very limited viewership numbers, my new blog, “Catering To The Viewpoints of Rich, Sour, Aggrieved Old White Dads” is finding no trouble getting financial backers: my new blog post “Let’s All Shut Up About Trans People And Talk About My Trans-Am” made CTTVoRSAOWD enough money to keep me in good cheese for months.

Working on “Nirvana is the Greatest Band of All Time And Their Songs Really Resonate With My Struggles As a Landlord” to try to get my hands on some of that sweet Gen-X generational wealth.

I’m thinking of changing the title to something that appeals to both fragile masculinity and a hearkening back to weird old military-industrial boot licking, like maybe “The Hawkeye Report with Brett Bullett".