Mii, Myself and I
Having now lived with the game system for a couple of weeks now, some thoughts on the Wii:
1. It genuinely disturbs me how much my “mii” (which people here and otherwheres insist I should call “Scalzii”) looks like me. One should not closely resemble a basic polygon map, and that’s all there is to it.
2. I’m embarrassed how much playing Wii Sports actually makes me sweat. It’s not like I’m an over-sweater in a general sense. But five minutes playing tennis, and as Space Ghost would say: “Man. Sweatin’ like a Trekkie.”
3. Wii Sports also makes me intensely competitive, I think largely because I hate to lose to anything that looks like the armless dudes that come in Tonka trucks. When I’m playing the tennis game after a long volley which I finally win, I flip off the computerized opponets during the slow motion replay. Take that, Tonka dude.
5. Moving away from the obviously neuroses-inducing Wii Sports, I bought the Wii Internet Channel, which comes with a Web browser, because there’s nothing like crusing the Web on a 56-inch screen and with a game system with 480 lines of vertical resolution. Krissy’s sole response, when I popped up Whatever on the TV was, “Oh, great. Yet another place for you to check your e-mail.” Not everyone is in love with teh Intarweebs. I know! I find it hard to believe myself.