So Nintendo Wii's are fun.
Today I experienced how to race cows, fly through circular clouds of smoke, and apparently run sideways on walls (without success). This console is rather entertaining, I must say. The whole concept of going through the movies of actually hitting a ball or dancing or squirting a rabbit in the face mask with orange juice is intriguing to me. Technology has come so far that I don't think it will be too long until you'll actually be able to step into the game. You'll be able to race with Mario and his gang, or be a sniper in some generic combat game. But does that mean that you'll actually feel pain when you run into a wall or have your head chomped off by a zombie?
Something that came to me today as we were playing was the growing flaw of impatience that I am developing. I want to be good at everything right at the moment when I'm learning how to do it. I used to enjoy the learning process when I picked up a new hobby. But isn't this the atmosphere we are living in right now: technology has made so many tasks painfully simple that now, when you come across tasks that need a little practice, you want results straight away. Perhaps we all need to go back to washing dishes and clothes by hand to feel like we're actually living rather than just exercising our index finger by pressing buttons.
However, It's easier just to sit here and be apethetic.
Lovemeg
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3 comments:
so true so true...
technology does make us all impatient and also gives me a short attention span xD
Well there is that game that zaps you and stings you with a whip whenever you lose :) so i guess that has been done xD
Ar, Nintendo Wii. My Sister got one for Christmas, they're VERY entertaining. So what game did you play? Wii sports, Mario Galaxy? We have Mario Galaxy, great game but slightly different to the original game.
Nice. I'm thinking about getting a Wii soon.
I feel the same way at times, but never because of video games themselves. The realisation came to me about a week ago when we had a blackout for three hours. The house was pitch black and I couldn't do anything. I wasn't tired enough to go to sleep, but I didn't even have enough light to play piano or guitar. I paced the house, hassling my family, stamping my feet and even yelling and swearing. What have I become?
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