Meanwhile, 10,000 awesome Christmas gifts gather dust
January 17th, 2010
Presenting. . .
Plastic Step Stool Mini-Golf! The ultimate in fun-on-a-budget! (Step stool from Target’s dollar aisle. Plastic balls from long-deceased ball-sorting toy.)
And then there’s this:
I made the mistake of letting Siena observe me playing Tetris, which led to the mistake of letting her play Tetris, which turned out to be the parenting equivalent of letting her borrow my crack pipe, because now she’s hooked. And we’re having lots of conversations about Tetris, which all sound roughly like this:
“Maaamaaaaaaaa. . . .”
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Can I please play that game with the shapes and you make them disappear? Please, Mama? Please? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?”
[Stalling as I try to finish what I'm doing on the computer, because I already know how the conversation will end.]
“Ummm. . . What game?”
“YOU know. The really awesome one that you showed me. TERTIS.”
“TET-ris?”
“Yeah, Tetris. TETRIS! YEAH! SO CAN I?? PLEASE?!? PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPL–”
“YES. Fine. But only for twenty minutes. Then I need the computer for work stuff.”
[Repeat at least every two hours, or any time it's been more than ten minutes after I wrestle the computer away from her, suffering permanent hearing loss in the process.]
January 17th, 2010 at 1:43 pm
You have a crack pipe?
January 18th, 2010 at 10:22 am
I’m addicted to Tetris also. I do have a crack pipe and I prefer Tetris over that
January 19th, 2010 at 9:35 am
Actually, I always thought that the Tetris piece ___| always looked like a crack pipe anyway.
January 19th, 2010 at 1:10 pm
Laur! All I have to say is – honeycomb tetris junior year!!
January 19th, 2010 at 3:12 pm
Beetris! Beetris was the best. Now I know how I will be wasting the next big chunk of time that becomes available to me to be wasted. . . trying to find Beetris on the internet and playing until my eyes glaze over.
And I’m with everyone who maintains that Tetris is better and more addicting than crack.
January 27th, 2010 at 10:42 am
Tetris is super addicting, as is Dr. Mario. I had to quit cold turkey because it started messing with my mind.
I couldn’t focus on normal conversations anymore. I started seeing little colored pills everywhere I went.
I even started dreaming about Dr. Mario and how I could place a puzzle piece faster than last time.
Now, a year later, I can play in moderation without going crazy. Whew!