Great language, great games, great television and films are greater than the sums of their parts. These are my parts. These are the Blips.
I’ve been playing video games literally longer than I can remember. I have some shadowy recollections of playing a Sesame Street game for Commodore 64 when I was 3 or 4, then moved on to DOS, NES, and Genesis games, easy as breathing. I tell you this not to beg for recognition in a pathetic appeal to seniority, but to explain why I could never explain gaming to non-gamers; I never was one, and I have a hard time understanding what they’re asking. Someone asking why I play games might as well be asking why I sleep; it’s because I’ve always done it, and the alternative seems awful.
If other gamers share even a little of my mentality, then no fucking wonder non-gamers don’t understand our experiences – we completely lack the language to share them. If the gamer community is ever going to be more accepting and less insular – if it’s going to get people to not just admit, but appreciate, that games are art – we need to fix that. Now. Continue reading