Prepare Yourself

The 80s marked one of the first generations of kids to be raised with easy access to pop culture. The movie industry was in a heyday with blockbuster after blockbuster, cable and satellite TV was infiltrating the masses and video games were beginning their invasion into living rooms.

Almost everyone who started playing video games in those days remembers THEIR first game. Not the second hand Atari or the old Commodore 64 and Space Invaders, but the first game that they picked out to play. For most kids in 1990 that game was Super Mario or Zelda. For me, it was the Secret of Monkey Island.

I wasn’t lucky enough to get a Nintendo when the boom first hit, but my parents had just purchased a “state of the art” computer (at that time an IBM 286). I can’t quite remember where I’d read about the adventures of pirate wannabe Guybrush Threepwood, but it sounded like fun and I convinced my dad to order it for me. It took a few weeks to get the game, and every time the UPS truck drove by I’d rush to see if the game had arrived. Finally we got the delivery and I tore into the game-only to find they had sent the wrong format of discs. Another painful wait ensued, but it would end up well worth it

When I finally got the game and dug in, I was in love from the opening credit scene. The narrator (in my head of course) opened with “Deep in the┬áCaribbean, the Island of Melee” as the calypso drums kicked in, signaling the beginning of the long journey to become a pirate. Settling into the shoes of Guybrush on his quest to defy logic and become a pirate I knew, even as a kid, that I was experiencing something great. I didn’t know I was missing a few of the jokes or what a couple of things meant, but I had a blast playing.

My experience with Monkey Island lead me on to play almost all the other adventure games LucasArts offered. I journeyed through two quests with Indiana Jones, one ripped from the silver screen, one an original story that outdid Crystal Skull by a mile. I traveled into space and to distant galaxies with The Dig, a game that only came about because Spielberg couldn’t afford to turn it into a movie. I took the role of an outlaw biker and exposed a conspiracy in Full Throttle. And I almost helped Manny escape the Land of the Dead in Grim Fandango (damn computer crashes). And of course I accompanied Guybrush on all of his other adventures, some epic, some far from.

What I didn’t know at the time was that I was developing a very high standard for games. Yeah, my LucasArts games didn’t always have state of the art graphics or mind blowing sound, but the experience they crafted was hard to match. They asked less of one’s reflexes, and more of the ability to reason, even if that reason was tinged with a bit of lunacy.

I eventually got a Nintendo, and have continued on down the console line. But looking back it’s hard to remember a Nintendo game that grabbed me like those LucasArts adventures did. I’m glad to see a few developers have picked picked up the torch of a thinking man’s game, but it’s hard to match a Guybrush Threepwood.


Take a Bite

I’m typing this on my new Macbook Pro. I’ve always been a PC user, but after my brother got one of these for Christmas, I’ve been chomping at the bit to switch over. I’m sure it’s going to take me awhile to get used to all the differences, but I’m happy to not have to worry about all the viruses etc. that have been a bane to me on the PC. If anyone has any useful tips or info about getting used to a Mac feel free to hit me up.


The Odyssey of Lakoo Peep

While doing some web searching, I stumbled upon my old blog. I haven’t done anything with the blog lately to warrant it’s rise in search results, but it is tied to my Twitter account. As some may know, I am the foremost tweeter when it comes to Lakoo Peep, only rivaled by a man named Cam. Googling Lakoo Peep brings up my blog as a top 5 result.
As a result of my blog reaching new, unexpected heights (albeit only logistically), I’ve decided to reopen it for use. It’s not going to be the same format as before, which was short lived, but instead more broad. I’m hoping this will help me jump start my writing, but if not it will at least provide an outlet for my inane (sometimes insane) rants. And with that, Lakoo Peep

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