Happiness is….
Settling back into a comfortable position at 4am, snuggled up against the hubby, and feeling your baby get the hiccups… and hubby can feel it too.
90 days to go.
Share on FacebookGame Over: 20 year era comes to an end.
I didn’t think it was over until Mark and myself got the xbox 360 flashed a month ago… then, I knew: my gaming days were finished. Interestingly enough, in large part, it isn’t even due to the impending arrival of Little Doodle, more this unsatisfied feeling and bad taste in my mouth with the current state of games/gaming/gaming community that has left me hanging up my towel.
Like many gamers around my age, the journey began with the original Nintendo Entertainment System. I was four, and I remember what it was like to engage in that “other world” shown magically on the TV screen. Now, 20 years later, that magic feeling is replaced with feelings of mediocrity, some of which is the gaming industry’s fault, some of it mine.
We burned nearly a dozen games for our newly flashed 360 and one after the other, as we put them in to play, struck me as being just carbon copies of the last: Bayonetta, Dante’s Inferno, and the like all felt like God of War rip offs, in which only the character and the setting having changed. They brought nothing new. Prototype and games like it felt like I was doing nothing more than transporting the character from cut scene to cut scene, a mere guide inbetween movie segments. Even the transporting of the character to yet another cut scene wasn’t a challenge, as they conveniently marked where you should be going on the map every step of the way. And I asked myself what was the point? It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t free roaming, or free will, or even a challenge. Game after game that we burned went into the 360 and back out again, with nothing but a sigh and shrug.
Of course, there have been a few games which have completely captured my imagination and attention in the last couple years: Fallout 3, Oblivion, Guitar Hero, just to name a few of the games that I truly loved and enjoyed. I have fond memories of the N64 and older systems. I’ve always loved MMOs and RPGs. But it now seems so inconsequential, nothing more than a good time here and there.
World of Warcraft, my last gaming hobby, will not last much longer either. After all, alts can be fun but when you’ve “been there, done that” on your main character you find yourself asking, “what’s the point?” Lately I have found myself wanting to watching videos on how to bathe a newborn or read an article on breastfeeding than log into WoW. I want to get out and do things more than sit indoors and get that next level. I suppose this new evolution was to be expected as the weeks went by in my pregnancy. I just never thought that I would feel like I’m ready to be done with it, ready to move on and ready to embrace this new phase in my life.
And then there is gaming as a whole. At the risk of sounding like a hipster, a part of me feels done with it now that it’s become “Like totally awesome, dude!” to everyone. Everyone has their own podcast, everyone has their own website (including me, at one point), 12 million people play WoW, and sometimes it all leaves me wondering if people are actually enthused for the release of the next mediocre title or are they just playing it up in order to match the status quo? Gaming since you were born? Step in line, so was everyone else our age into gaming. It’s become too chic for my tastes, too mainstream. Release parties and the like are for movies and vapid celebrities, not the things we used to play in the dark by ourselves. Not the things we were picked on in school for liking. Mainstream gaming ruined the MMO genre in my opinion.
And then there is my fallacy, as well. I’ve been an MMO addict for the last ten years. I regret my senior year in high school because, instead of hanging out with the people I was about to move 1000 miles away from, I spent most of it locked in an addiction to Everquest. Countless sunny days and opportunities have gone by in the last ten years that were completely missed. I don’t want to continue making this mistake.
I won’t be getting rid of my things, and it’s not like I think that I’ll never ever play again. Who knows, once Little Doodle is a bit older and that next hot MMO comes out I may give it a go. But the days of marathon gaming, late nights and morning energy drinks, the obsession with the next level, the new game release must-have, the ten thousand gaming community boards, are over. And I am not sad in the least.
Life is moving on, in new and exciting directions. 92 days to go.
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I’ve added a countdown widget to the sidebar on the right displaying a countdown till D-Day, and in putting it up I cannot believe how close we actually are! 93 more days and Little Doodle will join us in this world ^_^
I’ve felt alot more connected to Little Doodle in the past few weeks as his/her movements pick up. Today I noticed I can see my belly wobble with a particularly strong kick from the baby. Weighing in at almost 2 pounds now, Little Doodle is quickly becoming not so little! I am also convinced Little Doodle has about 10 elbows and 12 knees.
I’ve been thinking alot about the future nursery and what I want to do with it, and I’ve been thinking about toys like this:

Good ol’ fashioned ABC blocks like what I had when I was young. I love these things, and plan on getting a set for Little Doodle.
Some people have asked about the nickname Little Doodle. Somehow, somewhere along the course of our relationship, Mark got the nickname Doodle. I’m not sure if it began as a “Marky-Doo” or “Marky Doodle” and I’m not even sure if it was me or my mom who gave him that name. But eventually, my husband became known as Doodle, so much so I rarely use his actual name anymore. Even some of our friends will refer to him, jokingly, as Doodle. By default I became Mrs. Doodle, and it was only natural when we found out we were expecting that the tiny little blob-turned-human would be known as Little Doodle.
As a side note, I’ve added a weather widget to the sidebar as well, so everyone can see how crap and cold it is in England whilst everyone back in the US enjoys the sun and warmth. Damn you all. ^_^
Share on FacebookLetter to Little Doodle.
Little Doodle,
I find myself wondering what you are going to be like once you are born and as you start to grow. I think about what it’s going to be like when you are finally here with us, and what you will think of this world. What you will do and how you will discover things. What your little eyes will see, or your tiny hands to grasp.
I wonder if you are already developing your little personality as we speak, as you dance in my womb. I wonder if you will be adventurous or laid back, bold or shy. I think a little further into the future as well, wondering with great consideration if you will speak with an American twang or British accent, wondering what sort of stories you will like at bedtime, wondering what you will make of school, and what you will give to us to hang proudly on fridge.
Despite not having seen you yet, I do know a few things about you. For one, you are active, always dancing about, kicking away. You are stubborn (but in a good way!) as scan after scan you refused to let us see your little face, covering it with your little hands. You are modest, and had your legs primly crossed at the last scan as well. You may even be a little rocker, as your movements became more rhythmic each time you could hear music being played. You are definitely a little nerd in the making… it’s entirely unavoidable, you’ve inherited it from both parents. And you are loved already by a great many people.
I hope you hear us when we talk to you, I hope you feel the love we have for you. I hope you dream when you sleep, and I hope you cannot wait to meet us. Because we can’t wait to meet you.
Love,
Mom and Dad.
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