Uh oh.
We got a Wii. It was a kind (and generous) anniversary gift but may end up being the root of much future domestic stress because we’ve invited this mysterious box into our home.
You know how Dracula won’t come into your house uninvited? Same thing. The Wii didn’t open the door, walk inside and set itself up (although I do believe it possesses such power). No, we (I) carried the unit in, spent a little time getting acquainted with it, then carefully plugged it all in—essentially partaking of its devil-fruit. You can call me Adam.
Those little non-descript, horribly animated people seem harmless don’t they—with their lack of arms or expression, as if they’re some thrown-away character from a Homestar Runner cartoon. Yeah, they seem harmless, but they’re not simply badly drawn humanoids. They’re Satan’s little imps and are the source of much evil. I mean, really--HOW DOES IT WORK? I like to think of myself as being slightly Kip Dynamite-esque when it comes to computer workings, but there's nothing in my previous knowledge of technology that can begin to explain how the Wii works. That's because it's not technology, it's magic. I feel like one of those lost tribes in Papua New Guinea seeing an airplane for the first time. But instead of it just flying over, it landed in my living room and has parked itself on the floor just to the right of my TV. Wii-cked, indeed.
Who else but Lucifer could entice us to sit for an hour in front of the television flailing our arms to and fro? It certainly wasn’t Joseph, Mary, or Jesus…unless Joseph really enjoyed showing Mary a thing or two about cartoon tennis.
It all was revealed to me as I was reveling in my awesome Wii prowess, as if I’d actually done something. Well, I did do one thing: I taught Katie a thing or two about cartoon bowling.
Ok…so I only beat her by 3 points. But a win is a win, and a loss is a loss. Just ask the Tennessee Titans.
(rw)
