The advantage, or at least one of the advantages, of being an old fart like me is the sense of proportion. Coming from a time when home phones (in the UK at least) were uncommon, TV was predominantly black and white, cars were a luxury, and the internet was not even a concept, lets me sit back and have my mind spectacularly boggled at the emergence of games like the original Elite.
The original.
Nowadays we all have a miniature computer/comms device in our pockets, huge flat screen TVs, several cars per household and games with stunning graphics and functionality.
And what do we say?
'It's okay, I guess. The anti-aliasing's a bit meh.' Or, 'They should have put in [insert favourite missing idea]'. And this without ever stopping to consider the sheer volume of technical know-how and ability that went into it. Everything is taken for granted.
It's a shame. For all its faults, whatever they might be, and whatever the reasons might be that they exist, I continue to be amazed, not by how good Elite Dangerous is, but that it exists at all.