Kyrce and I battled some ugly weather on the ride home from USR. Actually, it was Kyrce battling, and me trying to think up something interesting to amuse her with. When you spend so much time in the car together, you tend to run through your more interesting stories quickly. I knew I was running out of stories, because in the morning, I started telling her a story which began, "I remember when I worked at Burger King in Texas..."
If Kyrce had had coffee in her mouth at the time, it probably would have been all over the inside of the windshield.
Yeah, I guess just the preface alone is pretty comical. I try to keep her entertained!
By the time we got home through the slushy ice that night, I was just in time to kiss the babies goodnight and tuck them into bed. Usually, this is upsetting to me, but I was so exhausted from this rather long week that I was actually relieved, looking forward to sinking into bed as soon as I could.
I felt like I hadn't seen much of Seth at all this week. Even when I was home, he was so sick that he barely rolled out of his bed so I wanted to spend a few minutes with him before I collapsed.
I stopped into his bedroom, and sat down on the foot of his bed. He was sitting at his desk with some version of Final Fantasy playing on his XBox 360. However, he wasn't holding the controller. His characters appeared to be in full battle with some kind of a bee creature despite the fact that he didn't seem to be doing anything.
"So, what are you doing, exactly?" I asked him.
Playing Final Fantasy.
But you're not even holding your controller?
It's on automatic.
What the heck does that mean? You mean, you don't even have to hold the controller? What's the point of that?
It's doing it for me. I don't have to. I can tell it what to do, and it just does it.
I tried to wrap my head around this concept, and I have to tell you, I really felt the generational gap between us. I just didn't get it. I mean, what's the point of playing a video game that plays itself? Why would anyone want to do that?
I'll let Seth respond to this query...
If Kyrce had had coffee in her mouth at the time, it probably would have been all over the inside of the windshield.
Yeah, I guess just the preface alone is pretty comical. I try to keep her entertained!
By the time we got home through the slushy ice that night, I was just in time to kiss the babies goodnight and tuck them into bed. Usually, this is upsetting to me, but I was so exhausted from this rather long week that I was actually relieved, looking forward to sinking into bed as soon as I could.
I felt like I hadn't seen much of Seth at all this week. Even when I was home, he was so sick that he barely rolled out of his bed so I wanted to spend a few minutes with him before I collapsed.
I stopped into his bedroom, and sat down on the foot of his bed. He was sitting at his desk with some version of Final Fantasy playing on his XBox 360. However, he wasn't holding the controller. His characters appeared to be in full battle with some kind of a bee creature despite the fact that he didn't seem to be doing anything.
"So, what are you doing, exactly?" I asked him.
Playing Final Fantasy.
But you're not even holding your controller?
It's on automatic.
What the heck does that mean? You mean, you don't even have to hold the controller? What's the point of that?
It's doing it for me. I don't have to. I can tell it what to do, and it just does it.
I tried to wrap my head around this concept, and I have to tell you, I really felt the generational gap between us. I just didn't get it. I mean, what's the point of playing a video game that plays itself? Why would anyone want to do that?
I'll let Seth respond to this query...