“Git is a term of insult with origins in British English denoting an unpleasant, silly, incompetent, annoying, senile, elderly or childish person.”
My son bought me a mug some years ago that says Old Git on it, I guess I should have seen this coming. Yeah I’m old!
So, why the decision to create yet another site? I don’t know, I must be mad, but I have just spent a huge sum of money buying spares for the Battle-Fields.com servers, rebuilding some of them, creating a new web server (hello new server) and it would be nice to see them continue to get used. Used by the people that like me are the old boys (and a couple of girls apparently; although I’m not so sure) who have been around Battle-Fiields.com for years. B-F is now 20 years old! The son who bought me a Old Git mug was in liquid form when I started that site.
None of the originals are left, just me: does that make me sad? Not sad that the originals aren’t around I mean like a sad individual, with no life. I don’t think so, in fact I don’t really care. Unlike lots of the people who might read this who think they invented gaming on their PS2’s * and Xbox’s * (*is that apostrophe in the right place?) I’ve had a full and interesting life, in fact I have even had real sex, climbed trees and been outside to play. I have stood and talked to people face to face, before mobile phones and Faceache, Istagran and whats the latest one called Myspace? I’ve spawned young (and not in some virtual world). there is a huge world outside and the old gits like me have lived it to varying degrees.
As I sat the other day smoking my pipe and pontificating on the meaning of life and how much I might have left I thought it might be a bit of fun to try and gather like minded people (not small minded) around a central location in order to take back what we rightfully own. We are the elders of gaming, we were there at the birth of the internet. We remember when porn was made of paper and cigarettes were sold to school kids in ones with a couple of matches at the local shops at school dinner time (or lunch if you were a posh kid).
The Old Gits are grumpy, cynical and stare blankly at the screen trying to remember why we turned the computer on. we might not be as quick as we once were, we do forget what keys do what and what the objective of the game is. Wandering off completely in the wrong direction and fumbling grenades resulting collateral damage. In fact some of us (me) have always had those skills!
So why not join me on this ….. erm …. whatever it is that I was going to say …… oh Ive forgotten the point of the post now. Where was I ?
I don’t want to alienate the youngsters though, oh no! The best way to get a few years more from an old sheep dog is to get a puppy. We need some young blood too. However, you have to realise; we are always right, it was always better in the old days, the original Wolfenstien was better than anything you have ever played. PCs were better when you had to insert a floppy disk in them to get an OS running and do’t get too upset if we ask lots of questions about how hot your mum is.
Just realise we are always right, simple!
Battle-Fields.com as it used to look (courtesy of Wayback Machine).