"Miyamoto’s characters found new life on the Game Boy, the 8-bit handheld cartridge device first released in 1989. It pioneered future portable consoles like 1996’s Game Boy Pocket, 1998’s Game Boy Color and 2001’s Game Boy Advance, and most recently the Nintendo 3DS.
The Game Boy was invented by Miyamoto’s biggest influence, late designer Gunpei Yokoi – who began working at Nintendo in 1965, when it was still a card company” - rollingstone
Happy 25th Birthday, Game Boy!
I walk into the room, with you sleeping peacefully on my couch.
I’m in my car, sitting perpendicular to the steering wheel with you on my lap. You’re telling me to don’t want to see me go.
You’re on your aunt’s trampoline, telling me to catch you as you jump off. You’re so excited.
I’m putting my fingers through your hair, you’re so sleepy. You’ve been waiting for this for way too long.
You’re watching me open my mail from Western Illinois University. You’re so nervous for the future. You just want to be able to see me during the school year.
I’m sitting in class missing you, thinking about how I’m totally absent from my days here without you.
I took this of my friend Natalie in an abandoned house last week. I’m moving to Oregon in a week. I’ve been in a weird mood and I feel like my work has been suffering from it lately. But I’m hoping this move will put me back on track. My book is really close to done, and I hope to send it off to the printer at the end of the month.
So, Kelsi and I are almost 4 months in. Things are going great. I’m discovering a lot about her and even more about myself. It’s really interesting. While I agree that you must love yourself first because no one can make you love you and it’s an intrinsic realization, I also think that the love of someone else can truly help you see the good in yourself. I can easily say that over the past 4 months, I have changed a ton in the mind. Kelsi will bring up a knot in my logic (This is where I would normally hide it) and it becomes work through this problem or sacrifice my full love for her. Her being probably the most desirable thing to come into my life forces me to try to think through my mental knots. I’m growing and I know it. It’s beautiful. And I’m watching her grow, too. I can’t wait for the coming years with her.