Waking Up, Geek Style
We had a rough morning with the boy, who protested getting ready for the day from the moment I opened his window blinds. He was still in full Occupy Waking Up mode when I walked him into his school building to receive his first and very much deserved tardy.
And yet his awaking began with such promise.
When I gently prodded him and told him to rise and shine, he yawned, stretched, and said, still half asleep and dreaming, “I caaaan’t. I haven’t found a save point yet.”
This made my morning, and then everything went to hell.
I would say someone’s been spending too much time playing video games, but everyone knows that can never be the case. Alas, the boy’s misbehavior has cost him his playtime this afternoon.
I didn’t bother telling him that his losing video games is one of those punishments that hurts me more than him.
If not for the picture, I would have thought you were going for the opening scene from Chrono Trigger here.
I thought of Chrono Trigger when I wrote this.
Crono…Crono…Wake up Crono…
“I would say someone’s been spending too much time playing video games, but everyone knows that can never be the case.”
Are you sure? I think this may be a tipping point.
Nah. When humming video game tunes replaces his belting the Transformers theme song at every conceivable time and place, I’ll consider the possibility that we’re half way there.
This got a chuckle.
Is this high praise? Are you kinda stingy with your chuckles, Pat?
I please to aim.
As someone who has had the “save point” dream, there is nothing more disappointing than being unable to reload it the next night.
I used to be able to do that. Lucid dreaming, too.
Now it seems like I go to sleep and then I wake up and there’s nothing in-between.