In the last weeks, which have been framed with the dissolution of a dear friend’s marriage (not to mention three other marriages in crisis amongst my friends and acquaintances), the sickening news of the allegedly successful cloning of human embryos and their subsequent destruction, and other challenging circumstances which I have been calling “a big bag of ugly,” it’s nice to know that some things remain unchanged. I still suck at video games.
This may sound absurd, but I had actually convinced myself that once I got to try Will and Ben’s new Wii, I would discover that this new kinesthetic style of play suited me infinitely better than just sitting around with the old analog controllers or joysticks. Not so. I still lack the hand-eye coordination necessary to defeat even a child… although in the boys’ case, they are quite skilled. I think that possibly a one-eyed cat playing with its tail might be able to beat me. Had I actually turned out to have some mad “cow racing” or “tanks” or “ping pong” skills, I’d be afraid that the sun was going to explode. Or stranger still, that the Cubs might win the World Series. I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief. There’s no reason to panic, folks.
Though this is all quite tongue in cheek, there were a couple of simple joys that made this week easier to endure. Last week, the betta who shared my desk for the past 2-3 years passed away, leaving my office feeling bereft of life, and really was the final “emotional straw” that day. Normally I’d just say, “Aw, poor little thing” and move on, but I actually grieved that beautiful creature. Last night, after 9 days sans betta, I went to the store and picked out a new one. And this morning when I brought him to my office and set up his bowl, I was beaming like a proud parent.
The other joy –and yes, you may laugh at my geekdom– is that the release date for Battlestar Galactica Season 3 on dvd was FINALLY announced. March 25th, baby! Seeing as the release date was supposed to be last August (according to a post on Bear McCreary’s website), when I saw the “official” date announcement, I was positively giddy. If I was a puppy, I would have peed on the rug in my exuberance. If I was a cylon puppy, I still would have peed, but not because it was a biological necessity… just a design component to make me seem more realistic. Clever cylon bastards.
Anyhow, I find it appropriate to end a completely nonsensical post such as this with an equally nonsensical Norwegian proverb: He who shall, so shall he who.
Remember that, folks. That’s deep stuff.
