Since just before 2015 dawned, I’ve been doing something I haven’t done in years.
Staying off the Internet for big chunks of time.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not cutting the cord or anything. You can’t really function too far off the ‘Net any more. My wife still lives on it. My kids still YouTube every chance they get, and they love “Skyping” – even from across the same, small room. But I’m stepping back from it some.
And, it’s not like I’m not doing anything more constructive with my time, either. Writing? Pff, please. Exercise? Be serious. Fixing things around the house? For what I pay for rent, I don’t think so.
What am I doing then?
For the most part, I’m playing Mass Effect wth my son.
We haven’t watched a movie in weeks, because we’re too busy playing (and…y’know…my family indulges me WAY more than I deserve), and sometimes I’m playing right through dinner. Heck, i’d be playing it right now if I could. (Far as I know, I can’t draw a paycheck from my company for that, though.)
As far as video games go, this one is very entertaining to watch. The story is good, and somewhat variable depending on your choices. And the graphics ain’t half-bad, really. So overall, it’s been a rich experience.
But I have to note, with some pride and some embarrassment, that I couldn’t be occupying myself this way at all if not for my son. He’s a brilliant gamer, and he seems to really appreciate helping others do things too challenging for their current skillset. He helps my daughter with Little Big Planet, he helped her with Donkey Kong Country, and now he’s helping me with Mass Effect.
Here’s what “helping me” looks like:
I start the game. Might be a weekend, might be a week night, just depends on what I’m doing. (If I get home TOO late, it’s not worth getting started.) I sit down. I start the game. (I can do that. I’m good at that.) Then, I try moving the character around the screen. I get stuck against a wall or obstacle. I swear, everyone jumps. I see them jump, and I apologize for the foul language. Inwardly I laugh. Hey, this is part of the experience.
Okay, so I fly my spaceship to a local star cluster and I scan planets. I collect minerals. I find objects. I land on the planet and start walking around, collecting things, like I’m supposed to. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a band of enemies bent on my destruction show up on my HUD or radar map. They appear as little red dots I have to deal with. Except, you know…the red dots have guns and bombs and grenades, OH MY!, so I have to scramble for cover like a chicken running from a fox in the coop.
I get shot. Again. Again. AgainAgainAgainAgain. My character’s announcing he’s lost shields. Now all the rounds hit, and does my expensive, super-advanced armor help? What do you think? Be serious, I said.
So then these red reticuli, like veins or something, start growing from the sides of the screen. It means my character’s gonna die in something like two more hits.
THAT’s when I engage my super game controller and WIN!
Oh, you don’t know what my super game controller is?
It’s about 5′ 7″ and maybe 80lbs soaking wet. It’s also 13 years old. It wears glasses and won’t get dressed unless you ask. It can do other really awesome things too, like take the garbage out and change a lightbulb for me.
That’s right! Give yourself a cookie. You guessed it – my super game controller is my son! DINGDINGDINGDING! Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
So I hit the pause button, and I see him grinning with his hand out, and I sheepishly pass him the controller. He takes a breath, resumes gameplay and BAM! BOOM! KAPOW! Like an episode of Batman from the sixties, he’s knocked out ALL the enemies and there’s nothing but smoldering corpses in their places.
He scans the screen to make sure it’s clear, then he hands the controller back to me. I collect all the items I can find, and then we find a locked wall safe, crate, or encrypted terminal we have to hack. AWESOME! I love puzzles! I hit the “Start Hacking” button and watch the time dwindle. I fail. I swear loud, and everyone jumps. I apologize for swearing. Inwardly, I laugh.
Lather, rinse, repeat. I get myself into a jam, my super game controller gets me out. Every.Time.
I LOVE playing video games again. I’ve missed it. I stopped playing for close to 20 years because…well, I didn’t have a super game controller, and I stink at games without them.
I’ve learned how much skill my son has developed doing this. His amazing and fast little hands and fingers, his hand-eye coordination, sometimes just his brain-eye coordination…he doesn’t even look at the controller anymore. He just…does it.
But the game isn’t the best part of this. Not at all.
I’ve found something I can do with my son, just like all the games I can play with my daughter. He and I have become closer than we were for a while. It’s a way we can do his favorite things – “hang out”, and play video games.
It’s not forever, but it’s for now. And I’ll take it.
-jdt-
Oh man. You are taking me back to the days when me and my 13 year old son played a host of MMORPGs on two computers set up back-to-back. Good times. Good times.
He turns 25 today. This makes me old.
Sigh. Nostalgia.
Happy birthday to your son!
There are yet good times to have with your son, Shawn. He’s not your boy anymore, he’s a man, but he can still be a close and dearly loved companion. I hope it will be for you both. 🙂
To set the record straight, though, I would last about three seconds in an MMORPG without my buddy to rescue me.
Good to see you again.
I love this!
Glad you liked it, Love. 🙂
And I KNEW you were inwardly laughing! 😀
Hehehe!
LTY
Love you more!
Whoop whoop!!!!!! Great post, Dane 😀
Thanks, Angie! My loving spouse liked it too. 🙂
so much kindness and warmth, i can almost imagine the sound of their laughter and the joy in their hearts…
;D
What a kind and sweet thing to say! Thank you, Marlyn!
Cool! Video games are fun, although I’d rather be an audience than a participant, because my skill level is such that I find actually playing to be stressful. Back in the days of my first marriage I got pretty good at some games (for example, Street Fighter) because my first husband was a total video game addict. It was a way for us to spend time together – sound familiar? We did have some good fun like that, before things got too messed up. If I had the chance to play video games again, with someone who knew what they were doing, I’d probably go for it.
The bit about being stressful goes for me too, Spark. That’s one of the reasons I don’t play them more often than I do. Now, though, I can play some of these games because my Super Game Controller makes it all possible. 🙂 Games are FUN again!