To: Bash
From: Crecente
Trish is not a gamer. Not really. She doesn't like to play typical video games, doesn't like to hear about them, doesn't like to watch them. But occasionally I trick her into trying one out. A decade ago it was Sims, which she loved for all of a week before starting to despise how whiny her sim was and spending a disturbing amount of time figuring out how to torture it.
Over the year's I've gotten her to try a game here and there, but usually she drops them. Then I bought her an iPhone 4. She thought it was a nice present, but I knew it was a Trojan Horse, a gateway drug for gaming.
How's it progressing, you might wonder. Pretty good. She spends heaps of time playing Words with Friends, Scrabble and Wordsworth. And the other day I caught her checking out Angry Birds in the App Store.
"This is that game that you are always yelling at?"
She asked apropos of nothing, certainly not my habit at yelling at the pigs with their smug smiles and beady eyes.
"Yes."
She looked at it for a minuted and put down the phone. Almost!
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Oh! Cliff B bought this painting after he saw it on Kotaku. Kinda cool.