Oh, Wii Is Me

If you haven't been so fortunate as to experience the frenzy over the new Wii game systems, let me give you the skinny. In a big household like ours, the adults line up right along with the kids to get their chance at Guitar Hero, and they don't play nice.

Kids are fascinated by the hands-on relationship between the pretend guitar strapped around their necks and the virtual world on their TV screen. Their little minds grasp the distinction between reality and imagination. "It's only a movie," loops through their brains. See angelic children below, exhibiting delightful engagement in a fun, new activity.

Adults, on the other hand, are ecstatic and overwhelmed by the pure awesomeness of projecting themselves onto the TV screen as kings (or queens) of rock and roll. An abrupt seachange washes over them and lights up their cerebral cortex, causing erratic hip movement, ravenous eyes, and bad manners. They become sudden musical afficionados -- wild creatures, undaunted in the all-encompassing hero worship of SELF.

Who's next?
Me, Me, Me! they shout, each would-be rock star clamoring to cut in line.

Even waiting behind other players (see adults at left) is cause for hysteria.

For those shouting "Woot-woot!" in the audience, uninhibited physical gyrations and silliness are not unheard of. ------>

I have only one complaint. If my own mother (Great Grandma Mama Salla, our septagenarian matriarch) wanted to play with the Wii, the whole damn family would shuffle her into position and strap a would-be-Stratocaster around her. Everyone would huddle side-by-side to witness the precise moment when Grandma shredded her first solo. So why then shouldn't I, "Nana," enjoy the same respect too? No one should ever jab his thumb over his shoulder and growl to me, "Back of the line!" Right? That's just rudey-toodey. I deserve the same respect and adoration, maybe a little awe. I mean, I'm almost the family matriarch (don't tell anyone). I should never hear, Back of the line, lady. Should I?

Oh, Wii is me.

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