Games

Hmmm. What to write? Good old solitare has been around since the computer screen, and I've played my fair share. When I sat down to do this session, though, I discovered that I am actually afraid of some of the new interactive stuff. Afraid? Yeah. Weird, huh?
I think it stems back to junior high softball tryout trama. I mean, it's one thing to fail at your little solitaire game (or in front of sneering adolescent jocks), but in front of a world wide audience??? Could we not go there???
I'll admit, I've given gaming a few tries, but I strongly object to people shooting at me--even in cyber space. And, ramming my podracer into canyon walls hurts, regardless.
The only game I've enjoyed recently was a Boggle-like game with prairie dogs or some such popping up. Even then, I don't blink enough when I play--my eyes end up red and burning, my shoulders are hunched up over my ears, and I have a permanent furrow in my forehead--the Ghost of My Wrinkled Future.
Maybe I'm just not playing the right games?
I tried a couple of the options provided. One wouldn't download on the computer. The other didn't provide instructions, so I was shouting at the computer that I didn't understand while a bubble burst on my head and killed me. Oh, yeah. Fun stuff.
I think what it boils down to, for me, is that I don't mind the occasional card game, but I really have too much to do to offer my non-committed time on the altar of computer gaming. There are books I want to read! Quilts I want to make! Scrapbooking for future generations! Books to write! I prefer showing my teenage son the really cool mushroom that sprang up in the yard overnight that I noticed while cutting herbs. I won't have him around forever. Too many real people in my living room need my time and attention. And, my massage therapist (aka my husband) thanks me for forgoing shoulder-hunching activities.