Don't Call It an Obsession
Just read Matt Gemmell's bit of a catalog of his Nintendo collection, and ever since Russell professed his love for his ?GameBoy Advance, I've been meaning to write something about my personal video game addiction.
For the past few months, with everything that's been going on in my life, I've not had much time for nursing my habit. But, since things have calmed down a bit, and my girlfriend and I both purchased ?GameBoy SP's, our time mashing buttons and cursing at glowing screens has picked back up. I count myself as infinitely fortunate to have found a girl who not only tolerates my video gaming ways, but insists that we display the collection of consoles in the living room.
I have a photo of the entertainment rack around here somewhere, but it may have been a casualty of the thirsty iBook incident. (Still tinkering with getting a Linux box to mount the HFS+ partition on the apparently undamaged hard drive.) From where I'm sitting, though, I see the following systems either connected via switchbox to the TV, or stowed away in a mesh drawer:
Stowed away in closets and, possibly, at my Mom's house, I've also got an Atari and ?ColecoVision. Also, I have a small start on a computer collection as well, including a C64, Atari 800, Amiga 1200, and of course a smattering of random PCs.
Eventually, I want a house, and a room in this house will be dedicated to the display and use of these machines. Also, eventually, I want to work on a proper collection of these things and their games and software. (For instance, I'm in desperate need of a second generation top-loading NES.)
The funny thing is that people still ask me occasionally if I really need or use all this stuff. How could the answer be anything but yes? :)