I suppose an introduction is in order.

My name is Bob (yes, really), friendly God of Moogles, and all around jackass. I have spent entirely too many years collcting video games and the various things that surround them. I consider myself a fledgling preservationist and historian, as I am always tripping down rabbit holes of various video game history research.

As an Old in my mid-to-late 30s, I don’t have as much time as I used to to play video games, but I try to spend most of my days fitting them in where I can between working retail hell and generally doing things that constitute basic human survival.

I’ve lived a lot of past lives in terms of creation. I’ve ran podcasts, wrote about video games journalistically (there is no way that’s a word? Is that a word? If not, it is now), did stand up comedy, wrote fiction, and have spent nearly a decade streaming off and on on Twitch.

These days, I mostly sit on social media and post pictures of cats or make terrible dad jokes. Or post various lengthy threads about the various game-related nonsense I become obsessed with on any given day.

Ultimately, I’m not particularly interesting, but I do tend to have… unique… opinions when it comes to video games. Most who know me are familiar with the term “Bob Game”, which is our affectionate way of saying “a game Bob likes that people probably shouldn’t like”. I tend to champion games that are deeply flawed, but do something to shake up genre or formula. I love ambitious games that fall flat on their face, janky games that create a memorable thematic statement or world, or just… weird shit that feels like nothing else.

Anyway, enough prattle. Here is a picture of my cat. Her name is Lunafreya. She is round.