One summer, I would flip through one issue of Nintendo Power I had that showed pictures from Mario Tennis 64. I would read it by the light of a snake lamp I had that, when turned on for a long enough time, would emit a kind of burnt plastic smell. It's a smell I occasionally still notice once in awhile in random places when the same type of light is turned on nearby, and it always reminds me of that one summer when I would lie in bed and imagine how much fun that game was going to be.
I wish everyone could have an experience like that. There certainly was something to say about cherishing something like that instead of disposing of it every 24 hours for the latest news and info. But I guess the idea of lamenting the experience of video games is itself something that would be totally alien to generations before me. Such is the way of things.
On a sidenote, if Nintendo Power can't survive in the magazine business these days, what can?