A few weeks ago my boss bought a Wii. She then brought it to the office and it's become part of the repertoire of conference room technology. Shortly after it was set up she sent an official office wide email announcing the Wii, and it's introduction into office society would be celebrated through Wii Friday.
Employees were invited to come play the Wii that Friday in blocks of time, one around noon and the other in the late afternoon. Since then, people have made Miis, sounds of the video system can be heard over the ipod, and there is talk of a Wii Tennis Tournament (which should rival the Biggest Loser challenge in terms of blog-worthy material). My boss has even blogged about the "Wii Shoulder" ailment which plagues the players after several intense rounds of 5-game tennis.
I've played but I haven't gotten the moves down and I'm certainly not able to ace the serve each time. I am no means addicted or advanced. The backhand always seems to give me the most problems. As the ball slowly lofts towards me I usually swing too early and my little Wii body swivels around and wobbles like a weeble.
This morning on the subway I found a seat. At Fulton St. the commuters piled on as usual and a tall man in a suit, who reminded me of the crazy alien scientist from Independence Day, grabbed the pole next to where I was sitting. He realized the seat was open next to me and turned to sit down. As he was sitting, mid-squat, the train began to move and he began to topple over. Without realizing it my hand jerked out to shield my body but in a perfect back-hand Wii Tennis move! I knew I did it right, and smiled to myself as the man regained his balance. My shoulder hurt.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Harry Potter Night Caps
I've seen all of the Harry Potter movies, but until July 4th weekend, had not read any of the seven book series. I flew up to Martha's Vineyard to spend the holiday weekend with my roommate Margaret who had been reading the sixth book over the course of the previous (vacation) week. She finished the 600+ page story the day before I arrived and promptly went to get the seventh book. I was lucky enough to have the sixth book gifted to me for the weekend.
Unlike my time spent in the city, which is mostly time at my desk looking at a computer (with two monitors) which pulls the energy from my eyes, the vineyard was perhaps the most laid back place I have been to in quite some time. I finished a hundred pages in several hours and was completely transfixed on finishing the book by the time I left. Not because it was a challenge but because it was (gasp!) fun.
I think my eyes have gotten anxious, sending a Run! Hide! message to my brain when they look at something for too long. It's probably why I am so inconsistent about writing on my blog... my eyes absolutely refuse to look at a computer again after doing so all day. It's funny how the TV doesn't bother me too much, except that I can't read the guide since my eyes are now fixated in a near-sighted position. I'll take the time to mention here that my eye doctor told me if I switched careers, and didn't work at a desk/with a computer, my eyes would go back to being 20/20. I am still trying to decide what I would be when I decided I wanted my eyesight back - I thought about a pilot for a while, but someone brought to my attention that my vision (if not repaired) would make me an inviable candidate. I've yet to find something else, but have thought of moving to a place with a weak population of computers, perhaps some tropical island where Verizon fios isn't wired through sand.
But back to Harry. I've since finished the sixth book (that holiday weekend) and the seventh, which served as my nightly fix before bedtime. I felt like I was part of the Readathon and Reading Rainbow, two things which I loved so much during my childhood, much more than David the Gnome. Althought I finished Harry the 7th a little over a week ago, I have re-instituted a little place for books by my bed and have stacked a few novels including my next book The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters (which I received at a bridal shower). We'll see what comes of this daily habit.
Unlike my time spent in the city, which is mostly time at my desk looking at a computer (with two monitors) which pulls the energy from my eyes, the vineyard was perhaps the most laid back place I have been to in quite some time. I finished a hundred pages in several hours and was completely transfixed on finishing the book by the time I left. Not because it was a challenge but because it was (gasp!) fun.
I think my eyes have gotten anxious, sending a Run! Hide! message to my brain when they look at something for too long. It's probably why I am so inconsistent about writing on my blog... my eyes absolutely refuse to look at a computer again after doing so all day. It's funny how the TV doesn't bother me too much, except that I can't read the guide since my eyes are now fixated in a near-sighted position. I'll take the time to mention here that my eye doctor told me if I switched careers, and didn't work at a desk/with a computer, my eyes would go back to being 20/20. I am still trying to decide what I would be when I decided I wanted my eyesight back - I thought about a pilot for a while, but someone brought to my attention that my vision (if not repaired) would make me an inviable candidate. I've yet to find something else, but have thought of moving to a place with a weak population of computers, perhaps some tropical island where Verizon fios isn't wired through sand.
But back to Harry. I've since finished the sixth book (that holiday weekend) and the seventh, which served as my nightly fix before bedtime. I felt like I was part of the Readathon and Reading Rainbow, two things which I loved so much during my childhood, much more than David the Gnome. Althought I finished Harry the 7th a little over a week ago, I have re-instituted a little place for books by my bed and have stacked a few novels including my next book The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters (which I received at a bridal shower). We'll see what comes of this daily habit.
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