Now before you go and think this an advertisement for adult pampers, check the spelling. It’s called “Wii”, that home game craze every family owns for entertainment (except mine of course). I remember a time in my life when video games held my attention. I was obsessed with the game, Doom, and subsequent upgrades. Then life came along, kids, a little thing called responsibility, and gaming took whatever form entertained the kids. Doom was not on the approved list. Now that the kids have flown the coop, I haven’t touched a game pad of any kind for two decades, and never felt a need to rediscover anything that keeps me from writing.
While together with my daughters over the holidays, they introduced me to Wii. My first reaction was … it’s a kid’s thing? I mean, really, it lacked serious graphics popular in today’s gaming community, it’s character icons a throwback to Weebleville. Doom had better resolution in the nineties. And what a creative name for it … wee … something toddlers scream when riding the plastic horsey at grocery stores.
You know where this is going.