I remember when I was very young (8, 10, 12 years old) playing video games on CRT TVs. Atari and NES. I remember the flickery-raggedy-fuzzy vertical lines of

I remember when I was very young (8, 10, 12 years old) playing video games on CRT TVs. Atari and NES. I remember the flickery-raggedy-fuzzy vertical lines of the NES. I remember all the weird vertical-hold bounces of the Atari when games were reset. I remember the minute distortions of an RF-modulator-to-screw-attached-antenna-terminal connections. There's just simply something warm and magical and comforting about those details. You're playing old games to go back in time, to simpler times--so you might as well get those minute but important details right. It's part of the magic. Ultimately nothing can really recreate being the last one to go to sleep, in the living room or bedroom with no other lights on, maybe with the TV volume really low (to the point you could hear that faint background high-pitched noise all CRTs seem to make), and only the glow of the TV lighting up the room--sitting close to it--playing Atari or NES and fully enthralled in the game without a damn care about anything else in the world. It's a time long past and gone; I miss those times.