I hope you all had a lovely Christmas. Mine was quiet and peaceful, except for the boxing.
Oh, did I mention Jay got me a Wii for Christmas? Wheee! A Wii. Sheri has a Wii. So does Wendy. Now, I have a Wii, too. Whatever will I do with my Wii? So far, I’ve attempted all the sports. I suck at tennis, but I do okay at bowling, baseball, golf and… boxing. Boxing! Me! I love it, at least on the Wii. I detest the actual sport of boxing-- too violent. But knocking the crap out of a Weeble-looking dude on a television screen? Bring it!
Sheri is my source for Wii info and it seems I need to get Wii Fit next. I’m intrigued. A video game who will measure my BMI and tell me I’m fat? Cool! I can hardly wait! Seriously, I’m interested in the Wii yoga.
I’m not really a gamer type person, despite being married to one. I’ve played some video/computer games, of course. I grew up with Pong, after all. Space Invaders and Q-bert were my games in high school, Tetris was my entertainment during those first couple of very poor years of marriage and I’ve had a retro-interest in Pacman and Ms. Pacman. Of course, all of those games are easy enough to put down and walk away from (easy for me, anyway), so I never really got the obsession with a computer game until I got hooked on Myst. I would play for hours, completely immersed in an alternate world. When I realized that all that time playing Myst could be better spent writing… I put away the game and vowed that was the end of the computer games for me. I’ve been intrigued by The Sims and Second Life and a couple of other computer games, but I’ve resisted in favor of the alternate realities I can write about instead.
So, now I have a Wii. It doesn’t have the same brain-numbing, time-sucking qualities of Myst, which is a good thing as far as I’m concerned. And there is something positively therapeutic about beating the crap out of a computer generated dude named Oscar.
FIGHT!
How fun, Kristina! We got a Wii last year, and we all still play it pretty regularly. Of course, it’s just the teensiest bit embarrassing these days when our three-year-old whips the rest of us bowling or whatnot…
Enjoy!
Oh, yeah for Wii! I’m an addict myself. I can Wii tennis and bowl with the best of them. Heh. I figure it counts as exercise.
I got the damn dance game for Christmas. It hurts both my pride and my thighs.
That’s good, right?
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