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I had a lovely day, yesterday. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreadygoddess suggested we take her boy to OMSI (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry) to see the <ahref="http://www.omsi.edu/visit/featured/bodyworlds/">BodyWorlds exhibit. We chucked G and the Boy into the back seat where they geeked to their hearts' content. We drove up to Portland and had a lovely lunch at ToDai. Then we explored the Pioneer Place mall a bit. By the time we looked at the clock, the exhibit was about to close. We had totally lost track of time in our fun.
There was a Wii demo in the mall and I tried my first game on this console. I heard that the controller was meant to mimic actual body movement, so I attempted to embrace this concept. My first attempt was in a first person shooter game. The Boy lovingly tried to guide me through the middle of his game. He told me to shoot at the yellow things. Eventually, I did manage to figure that out and shot them. Then he told me to go through and turn around. I physically turned around with the controller. He sighed, took a deep breath, then tried to explain it didn't work like that. He's an angel. G and Dready were amused.
Next I tried bowling. I did much better at this. Par for the course, though, when my little character bowled, I followed through with footwork and everything. When she needed to strafe to the right, I strafed while pressing the little buttons. People were stopping to watch me play the Wii. I, apparently, still have that skill. When Atari and Nintendo first came out, kids would fight over who got to play. Whenever I babysat, they would eagerly give up their controllers to force me to play so they could laugh at my antics. I have never been able to distinguish between game and me. It's very stressful to be under such constant onslaught. The Wii was interesting, but I'm still glad I said no when I was offered one.
dreadygoddess suggested we take her boy to OMSI (Oregon Museum of Science and Industry) to see the <ahref="http://www.omsi.edu/visit/featured/bodyworlds/">BodyWorlds exhibit. We chucked G and the Boy into the back seat where they geeked to their hearts' content. We drove up to Portland and had a lovely lunch at ToDai. Then we explored the Pioneer Place mall a bit. By the time we looked at the clock, the exhibit was about to close. We had totally lost track of time in our fun.There was a Wii demo in the mall and I tried my first game on this console. I heard that the controller was meant to mimic actual body movement, so I attempted to embrace this concept. My first attempt was in a first person shooter game. The Boy lovingly tried to guide me through the middle of his game. He told me to shoot at the yellow things. Eventually, I did manage to figure that out and shot them. Then he told me to go through and turn around. I physically turned around with the controller. He sighed, took a deep breath, then tried to explain it didn't work like that. He's an angel. G and Dready were amused.
Next I tried bowling. I did much better at this. Par for the course, though, when my little character bowled, I followed through with footwork and everything. When she needed to strafe to the right, I strafed while pressing the little buttons. People were stopping to watch me play the Wii. I, apparently, still have that skill. When Atari and Nintendo first came out, kids would fight over who got to play. Whenever I babysat, they would eagerly give up their controllers to force me to play so they could laugh at my antics. I have never been able to distinguish between game and me. It's very stressful to be under such constant onslaught. The Wii was interesting, but I'm still glad I said no when I was offered one.