I should really be doing more productive things with the last few hours of the evening, but I'm thinking about video games. I haven't touched my PS2 in months and I have the urge to play Final Fantasy. I'm going to blog instead, it's getting a bit late and if I start a game now I might not stop until two in the morning.

I fondly remember my first Nintendo system and all my favorite games like Mario Brothers, Star Soldier and Zelda. My siblings and I were quite taken by it and spent hours wandering around in all the various 8-bit wonderlands. That is, of course, until the fateful day I came home from school to find the beloved NES on the chopping block with a great big ugly gash across the surface made by my Father's axe. Our harsh punishment for being late on feeding the horses one too many times. At that age, I don't think I've ever seen anything more horrible...

I returned to the game console scene pretty late and barely ventured past Final Fantasy. Even now, the quality of graphics in those games never cease to amaze me. Square-Enix has the world licked when it comes to making realistic characters and someday, it will be very hard to tell what's real and what's not. I can only wonder what's they'll accomplish in another ten years.

Or fifty... When I'm too old to play or too "mature." I hope to never become one of those bitter old ladies who observes the next techno-craze with the same disgust my Grandfather has towards ebay and the yu-gi-oh trading cards my little Cousin loves so much. What will it be like for our generation at seventy-five?

"Kids these days, they don't appreciate anything. Why back in my day we had to play video games on the TV! Do you remember the TV!? Of course you don't! And we didn't have this virtual reality nonsense, we had CGI and that was good enough for us!"

Maybe I'll never truly grow up.