my dad in the 90s was the proto PC game dad. management games, flight sims, strategy games, racing games. it was very much "dad's computer" and if it didn't come with a manual the size of the bible he wasn't interested.
in 2017 he's been reduced to a lobotomised app store zombie, slamming his mushy thumbs against whatever endorphin generator he's had suggested to him by adsense. seeing him like that makes me think i should start looking up clinics in switzerland.