I enjoy gaming from time to time.
I'm not a console person really
...and here is the long story of why.
When I was a wee child I my oldest brother taught me how to play (and program) video games on the Commodore 64:
This was an awesome gaming machine at the time: it was like a PC (which back then stood for piece of crap) combined with at ATARI (it even used the same kind of joysticks: and they plugged right into the side).
Ah, early 80s obsolete technology nostalgia... few things in life feel so good.
So, I spend many years playing games on this thing and programming text adventures that took hours to make and were impossible to save correctly... mostly because I never really learned how and it's not like I could just google: how do you save programs on a C64 5.25" flopping... since google didn't even exist yet and the internet kind of wasn't even a thing. Though, this machine theoretically did have modem capabilities if you connected a gigantic box to the back.
Fastforwarding to the late 1980's. It was Christmas and I got Legos: few things in life feel so good as getting Legos for Christmas.
My brothers on the other hand got a Nintendo Entertainment System (our first game console since the original ATARI... well their first game console).
My brothers made it clear to me that the NES was theirs and that I would only be allowed to play after they had beat the games they were playing (or on the rare occasion that they didn't feel like playing).
Years later I got a Nintendo Game Boy from my dad and I refused to let them play (most of the time), but they were like, "Our Nintendo is better anyway! Ha ha ha ha!"
Needless to say I grew up with this sort of resentment towards game consoles....
Later they got a Super Nintendo. By then my brothers had matured enough to let me play with them once in a while, but it was usually just when my brother wanted to kick my ass in Street Fighter 2.
My family didn't have much money... single parent home, lots and lots of kids, and my dad mainly payed child support through Christmas gifts: Legos, and video games.
Anyway, years later my mom spend like $2000+ on her first IBM compatible PC. She needed it for writing papers for college. She would let us use it sometimes, but with a very watchful eye: mostly I just got to use it to write papers for school too.
But the desire to program never left me. I wasn't much interested in playing video games anymore, but I wanted to make them. The idea of creating my own world was fascinating to me. So, I started programming on my mom's computer, but she was worried I would mess it up. So, there wasn't much I got to do on it.
Then in my early teens I found a computer in a dumpster and I brought it home.
It sort of worked: everything but the keyboard port, but I enjoyed poking around at the hardware and seeing what happened when I took things out or moved stuff around in side. Mostly, it just beeped at me in agony as if it were crying out, "Please! Just put me out of my misery!"
The old dying PC inspired me to embark on a quest to create my own computer. I started going to thrift shops with my mom just to look at computer parts.
After purchasing some crappy systems and digging others out of dumpsters I finally found the system that changed my life: The IBM PS/2 386 16MHz. Even thought it ran at a slower clock speed than my mom's 25MHz VTech machine, it ran on a 16 bit bus (thanks to it's Microchannel architecture, it was like PCI but way ahead of its time) instead of an 8 bit bus like most PC clones at the time: meaning it actually ran a lot faster for most applications.
I think it cost me $20 and I had to borrow money from my mom to buy it because I had no job.
So, I spend days programming on this thing until I had enough dumpster parts to piece together a 486: which I built in the case of the original IBM 8086 with the broken keyboard port I found in the dumpster.
I became obsessed with building computers: to the point that my room was literally filled with machines and parts. This is about the point where I started playing War Craft II with my friends over our modem (I can still hear the modem mating call as if it were only yesterday).
I at one point had a network of 7 machines in my bedroom and I would invite my three friends over for LAN parties. Yeah, I had more computers than friends.
I still didn't have a job so I mostly played game demos, but I made money on occasion working with my best friend (or on my own) upgrading people's computers.
I eventually got my first real job working for the local college's IT department: fixing computers, upgrading, networking stuff, printer stuff, ghost server stuff, etc. I loved that job and I loved the people I worked with.
My interest in gaming totally died as I pursued a career in IT and studied physics and I didn't really game again until a few years ago.
Uh... I kind of forgot what this blog post was supposed to be about and just started rambling. So, that was my long story about why I prefer PC's over consoles: mostly because I like building computers. I enjoy doing more with them than you can do with a console.
I think I'll just write another blog post about what this was supposed to be about. So, if anyone ever reads this they won't have to scroll all the way to the bottom just to find instructions on how to severely tweak an Xbox controller.