The high price of nostalgia

Some lessons I really should learn the first time.


Remember a post awhile back where I talked about buying my third Gamecube? This one’s gonna be kind of like that.

I used to have a Sega Dreamcast. I bought it as soon as it hit the market and grooved on it for a long, long time. Soul Calibur was fighting perfection (and is just as visually impressive as most anything out today – never mind that it came out 4.5 years ago) and San Francisco Rush 2049 is one of the best – if not the best – 4-player games ever.

(You can see where this is going, right?)

Like an idiot, I sold my DC last summer. Never mind how great it was, or that I still played it (and it still worked perfectly after nearly 4 years), I was full-tilt into my “delete one’s material possessions” kick and was clearing everything out of my apartment. If I’d been smart, I’d have left it with a friend. Then I could get my old groove back on just by sending said friend some cash so they could mail it to me.

No, I was stupid. Now I’m paying for it. Granted, not as much as I did when I bought everything originally, but more that it would’ve cost me to get my old system sent to me. (If I were to do gov’t style math and factor what I got from selling my old DC against what the new stuff is costing me, it’s not so bad – but that’s cheating, right?)

I’ve spent a couple days prowling Ebay, looking for deals and realizing that some of the games I used to have are pretty hard to come by. I’ve tracked down most of them though, and most at exceptionally reasonable prices. I’ve got a system and games en route now and should be playing by the end of next week. More games and stuff are headed to a friend’s place in Tacoma. He’ll then be sending them on to me. Gaming goodness will be mine yet again.

So what did we learn today? For one thing, if you really enjoy something, don’t give it up. No matter how good your reasoning may sound at the time, odds are it’s complete shit and will come back to haunt you. Or cost you money. Or both. For another thing, the DC didn’t get the fair shake it deserved from the gaming populace. I guess I kind of compounded the problem by letting mine go. A mistake (like the previously mentioned Gamecube one) that will not be repeated. This puppy’s here to stay. (Once it gets here, I mean.)

Of all people, I should not have made this mistake. Considering that I use this image:

as a forum avatar online, it makes my geeky shame that much worse.

So if any of you know some idiot who’s going to sell a Dreamcast, talk the damned fool out of it. If that doesn’t work, buy it from them and make sure it finds a good home. Hell, let me know. I’m probably going to need a spare or two just to make sure I never have to go without one again!