"One of the joys of writing this review column is that it’s essentially a “whatever you want” sort of gig — you can’t make new old games, after all. As such, I’m afforded the luxury of being able to plot a certain rhythm to the games I choose, and make adjustments if I’m feeling especially aggrieved or burnt out with one sort or another. It also means I can revisit some that are now considered classics of their era, with my now-jaded eyes, and sort out what’s really worthwhile. Sometimes my instincts pay off in terms of the fun, sometimes they doesn’t — last week’s Super Ghouls’n Ghosts, which I remembered fondly as a titan of its unforgiving, side-scrolling age (and indeed still enjoy), didn’t have as much to recommend it as my nostalgic remembrance did. The memories of childhood can be twisting, meandering, and flimsy — to say nothing of the whimsy."