I guess it’s a little weird to update my blog on Christmas, isn’t it? Maybe not, I guess, but it certainly doesn’t seem to be the hip, “in” thing to do. Since I’ve added quotation marks around the word “in,” though, I’m clearly not. So it doesn’t really matter now, does it?
Anyway, I’m continuing my dewy-eyed nostalgia series with a Mega Man 3 write-up. I’ve always sort of felt this game had the worst box art in the series (at least until Legends 2) — sure, the first two games had objectively awful artwork, but something about three was so much worse than a constipated dude rendered in crayon, or a middle-aged guy in spandex. Part of it has something to do with poor Spark Man being blasted in the crotch. It’s not an accidental hit, either! Mega Man’s eyes are clearly focused right on that spot, and there’s a sort of sneering delight on his rubbery face. It’s horrible.
But hey, at least it’s not this.
As for me, I’ll take my Christmas memories where I can get them, and going on about MM3 is a lot more in keeping with this site’s charter than writing about, say, how my family used to buy a few boxes of flavored popcorn and drive around to admire the tasteless, over-the-top Christmas light displays in Lubbock’s wealthier neighborhoods. (It was one of those you-had-to-be-there things.)