Somehow, my new roommates claim that they've never played Super Mario 64 before. This I found hard enough to believe, but ever stranger, they seemed impressed that I actually knew where the Castle Secret Stars were, or how to unlock the winged cap. I mean, I don't like to downplay my own gaming prowess, but I suck at that game (by most standards anyway).

Now, I'm not being judgemental here, but I though everybody my age played this game to death already in grade school. The fact that these guys find it so enthralling is both disturbing (as I wonder just how that might have spent their respective childhoods), and humbling, as they seem to get so much enjoyment out of what we now consider to be an extreamly out-dated game.

I guess it just made me realize that the best games, the ones that really stick with us, are timeless. They transcend graphics, and hardware inprovments, and shine just as brightly in the present as they did when we were young.

Or something.