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Nov 6, 2008 - 04:39 AM |
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Fuck you, dad. Just... fuck you. |
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Many moons ago I had played Fallout and Fallout 2. Being a nerd, and knowing my father is somewhat of a nerd as well, I told him about them as I played them. The basic idea, storyline, atmosphere, etc. He took my interest in this to mean I was interested in more post-apocalyptic stuff, and so he rented A Boy and His Dog and such for us to watch, and it was good.
These days I am playing Fallout 3. I told him I wanted to show him the game, since by comparison it's quite a leap in graphic quality, and I figure seeing the DC ruins is still pretty awesome. So I show him and he says some stuff about "Ah so this one you come out of a vault on the east then," and I was actually amazed. My father remembered something about a game that I told him years ago? He was ACTUALLY interested in something I was doing? He left for work, anyway.
I told my girlfriend about it. A few friends. I think I even mentioned it in #gfchat. I was genuinely pleased by the fact.
When he got home, I made it a point to tell him that I was impressed that he remembered about the vaults and stuff, and how happy I was that he actually paid some attention to what I was saying back in the day. His response?
"Oh, I just saw a commercial for it before you asked me to come check it out."
Followed by him chuckling and walking off to his room.
Thanks for making me feel like a fucking moron, dad.
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