Feeling Old
I am feeling disgustingly old. I tried playing World of Warcraft this morning–no, don’t give me that look, we bought it for the Sullen Teenager transplanted into our house. If he does his chores and keeps his grades up, he gets to play between a half-hour and an hour per weekday. (The effect on his math homework has been stunning, I tell you.) And Sullen Teenager (aka the Froopster) wants me to share this wonderful video game with him, since I am his teacher and friend.
I can’t figure out how to work the damn thing. I’ve never been good at video games except for Doom, and then only if I had the godcodes. So…I died.
*sigh* I feel old and crippled. I can’t even play a massive multiplayer role-playing game. And I thought I was so hip.
I also feel old because I am a geek. As soon as I walked in the door last night from dinner with the Kiwi and the Selkie, the DHM (folding laundry in the living room) burst out with, “I think we’re going to take the House!”
Not only did I know exactly what he was talking about (twas election day, after all) but I understood that “we” meant Democrats. (The DHM has undergone a bit of a political awakening of late.) I gasped and stared at him with big eyes.
“I’m watching the coverage,” he said. “Everything isn’t in yet, but they’re predicting we’ve won the House. The Senate’s split pretty evenly and we’re pulling ahead by thin margins.”
So what did I do?
Immediately called both the Kiwi and the Selkie and left breathless messages on their cell phones. After I screamed with delighted joy, rattling the windows. Several breathless phone calls later, I went out for a walk at the track (to work off that Italian dinner) while feeling light as air.
And this morning? Not only is it true that we have the House, but…wait for it…
Rumsfeld’s gone. The DHM told me there were rumors and rumblings, and the Selkie just emailed me to say it was TWUE, SCHATZIE, IT’S TWUE! (For those of you who don’t recognize that reference, just go rent Blazing Saddles.)
It feels just like Christmas, only without the family fights. Hope springs eternal in the human breast, I suppose.
The old nattering crone in me sniffs and says, “Now let’s see if we descend into partisanship and apathy again.”
But the young part of me–the part that wants to go back and try to figure out that damn video game–is too happy to care.
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