Videogames were rubbish when I was little. It didn’t matter though as I was a stupid child and blocky 2D was exciting enough. My dad had a BBC Micro, and me and my sisters would argue over who got to play it every day. Growing up in a village of limited social means I had new friends. Manic Miner. Repton. Chuckie Egg. Not that Jet Set Willy though, he was a dick.

At around age ten the great Megadrive vs Snes War began. I remember the legendary battles of words that took place every lunchtime. Nintendo versus Sega, Mario versus Sonic, 64 colours versus 256. Obviously in the long run Nintendo were the winners. We, however, were all losers.

The internet was in it’s infancy around the time we were blossoming teenagers. A magic box arrived in our houses offering all the information you never knew you wanted before at the press of a button. Your parents bought you a computer because they were told it would make you excited about learning. Being as they were essentially a giant, more accessible library with limited access to nudey pictures this was the educational equivalent of dipping fruit into sugar to get kids to eat it. We trained our eyes to recognise nudity in even the faintest traces of naked flesh as JPEGs progressively downloaded.

Mp3s came about when we were about twenty years old. By this age a steady foundation for your taste in music has been established through older brothers, mixtapes and The Evening Session on Radio 1. CDs, while not the most desirable of music formats, were sought after and cherished. Copies were passed around and recorded onto increasingly fuzzy cassettes. When MP3s starting pouring out of our computers in 2000, we suddenly had instant access to every piece of music we could ever want. It came at exactly the right time, as we were all heading off to university, where such items have a drugs-in-prison style currency.

People my age seem to have been exposed to new and exciting developing technologies at appropriate times in their physical development. For instance, I’m glad we didn’t have the awesome video games we do now when I was five. All these involving storylines and photo-realistic graphics would have been wasted on our simple, barely comprehending minds. I’m glad the revolution in easily accessible actual proper pornography didn’t happen at a time when all that malarkey was still such a mystery. Kids these days must be be confused when their first dates don’t want to do anal in front of all their friends. They won’t realise that some times you just have to be patient and wait.

Likewise for music, we’ve become greedy in a way I don’t think my teenage or child self would be capable of dealing with. I wouldn’t have cherished my LP of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles OST, or taped the Sunday Chart Countdown for 3 years if I could just have downloaded millions of (admittedly better) songs seemingly for free. It’s as if these technologies appear out of no-where to enable us with various tasks at different stages of our lives. They are our surrogate parents, and we their digital offspring.

My generation seems to have ridden this bizarre wave of childhood, where we’ve pushed the age at which it’s permissible to spend one’s hard earned cash on gadgets and videogames into our thirties. I can’t wire a plug or fix a car but I’ve got quite a respectable ranking on Halo 3. Actually that’s a lie. I’m rubbish at video games despite enjoying them immensely. A more realistic example is that I am sitting here now setting up a blog while a real man from a slightly older generation is fixing my shower in the other room.

This blog will record my opinions and observations on what it’s like as one of these Children of The Resolution. I intend to document technology’s interuptions into our everyday interactions, as these mysterious digital props and cushions sprout up around us. Whilst I can’t promise it’ll be bursting with well-researched facts to back me up, I hope to make it honest, passionate and possibly a bit entertaining.