scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

28.2.05

on entertainment.

so the parents were visiting. and they watch ER. ok, fine show, certainly. At least it's not Blind Date or something. Note that my parents have four televisions and - i think - at least three or four computers in their house, for the two of them. That's two people, four computers, and four TVs. Not the point. So. They're watching ER. and people are getting blown up and there are burn victims and explosives and some poor kid is dying in Chicago and the burn victims are poignant and grisly and whoops, they're dead too. And there's blood and charred people everywhere. And nobody's having a good time. This is not a happy show. This is not a show that's going to make you think, gee, i'm glad i'm alive. This is a show that makes you want to go shoot yourself so you will never, ever be a burn victim. And i'm playing warcraft. Nice, interactive, not interrupted by commercials, i can chat with the other nice people playing warcraft, we're all having fun. A couple of the special moves come with blood-spurts. But when the baby dragon shoots a fireball at you, you don't run around screaming because you're on fire and your arm has fallen off. You kick its cute little ass. Nobody is moaning in melodramatic pain. You're dead? Ok, you're in grayscale. And they wonder why we like games more than television?

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scrawled @ 16:17