My Dad hates video games. He thinks they have absolutely no value and we fought about it for years. From the first day of the Atari 2600, I wanted one. I never got one. I begged, pleaded, cajoled and threatened. Nothing worked. It wasn't until recently that I bought an XboX. First console I ever owned. My counter arguement was vague inferences that it would be good for hand/eye coordination and later, spacial relations and problem solving skills. Now it seems, video games can save your life. Digital age kids can do this with ease thanks to being raised on games. How much further removed will soldiers be from the battlefield in the future? Will unmanned combat be the norm? Will fighter jocks be teenagers far removed from the battlefield and out of harms way? Certainly too soon to tell, but this looks like a step in that direction.
This is very strange...
I'm an average guy with an average life. I have a few more kids than most but for the most part I'm just an anonymous lumpenprole toiling away in obscurity both professionally and on this blog. To say my life follows a certain routine is like saying " The Hindenburg caught fire." That is to say, technically accurate but wildly understates the truth. In any event, I just received a call from The Wife. To wit: "Did you order something?" "No, why?" "There's something here for you." "Uh, box, bag, envelope, singing telegram?" "It's a box" "Who's is from?" "It's from [Name redacted pending confession or further investigation]" "Who?" "(repeats name)" "No idea. Never heard of him." A quick google search later I find that the sender's return address is in the wilds of northern Pennsylvania. A place I have never visited. "Open it." "W...
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