Oh hey, how's it going chums? :) As some of you may have noticed, it's been a while since I've had a chance to post something here at Red Parsley. Well, you may have noticed I haven't posted anything for a while, at least, and that's because I haven't had a chance to (believe it or not), so I figured I'd take the opportunity to ramble on incoherently while I've got half an hour or so free.
It's not that I would normally be so audacious as to actually spend work time writing here, of course, but my busy period (usually around April to July) generally means longer hours, and it also often means the last thing I feel like doing when I get home is sitting straight back in front of a computer! Accordingly, I get less done (and a quick perusal of my posting history here will back that up). Since this period is just starting, my distractions of late have not been well timed.
One of these that I have not yet mentioned, though, is one that was actually pretty great. I decided, you see, to hunt down my old gaming magazines. These, as far as I was aware, were bundled in my old bedroom at my parents house but, searching for things there after lord knows how many years can prove a big challenge. As it turned out, they had all been moved up to the attic where I braved spiders, dust bunnies, and much fibreglass to haul them back down... slowly and carefully!
One more recent example I was very pleased to find again was Total Control. Most of you probably won't even remember this one - it was a multi-format mag from the late 90's which means it focused on PS1, N64, and also covered the emergence of the Dreamcast. Sadly it was a short-lived mag but that means I've got every issue of it, and one that I was particularly pleased to revisit was the one featuring a review of Space Station Silicon Valley. I hadn't previously heard of this N64 release and subsequently heard little about it elsewhere either, and it was TC's favourable review that persuaded me to buy it, and it soon became one of my all-time favourite games, so belated thanks, Total Control!
This might all sound a bit pathetic now I guess - maybe I should've been persuading older lads to buy booze and/or drugs for me and my friends and so we could spend our formative years getting wasted, but, the odd foray aside, that kind of thing was never really my style. These years and my humble tomfoolery during them were good years, both personally as well as in terms of the games and resultant magazines that were around at the time. Today is enormously different, on both counts. Problems and struggles are greater, the gaming world is much less interesting to me, and I haven't bought any magazines for as long as I can remember. They say you should look forward, not backwards, and it's good advice, but it's still nice to fill my heart with warm and fuzzy feelings now and then.