Last night Jonathan asked me to play Mario Brothers with him. He set it all up with our projector.
I know most of you have grown up doing such things, but I can count on my thumbs the number of times I have held a game control in my hands.
Last night was the second.
I died so many times, so creatively, that Jonathan was shoveling lives at me left and right. I couldn't even figure out how to stay on Yoshi! Needless to say, it was not my prowess that got us through the haunted castle.
This is my synopsis:
When I was in grade school and had to memorize long lists of really obscure things for geography or history, I used to motivate myself by fantasizing that someday a man might come up to me and my Dad, put a gun to our heads and say:
"Here's a blank sheet of paper with the African continent on it. Fill in all the countries and their capitols, spelled correctly, or I will blow your heads off."
"Lucky for me I just had to do this in school," I would say to my dad, and then proceed to save our lives. It made me feel better.
If that same man came up to me and Jonathan and said, "Play through an entire level of Mario Brothers as Luigi, or I will blow your heads off," it would not be me trying to save our lives -- that would be ALL Jonathan's job!
Ask me in a couple months, though. Maybe the man will wait until I've had a chance to practice. I've heard practice helps. I've already figured out that it helps if you don't die by stepping off cliffs.
1 comment:
ha! this is so funny. i remember much more about memorizing and reading in childhood than i do playing video games, that's for sure. someone gave me their old nintendo, and i would play every once in a while, but could never get past the first level, so i gave up :-)! i'm sure that you will do much better than i ever did.
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