Wiiiii

My Mii kicked M*'s Mii-butt in bowling.

My sister and her husband have the Nintendo Wii, and M* and I have enjoyed playing when we're over at their house. You can make your own Mii, an avatar used to play Wii games, and my sister and brother-in-law had created one of me for fun, without my input, and named it Stinky. Stinky is not a very happy Mii. M* was allowed to create his own. A cool thing about the Miis is that you can choose and adjust the facial features. A friend of ours described how his nephews created a Mii called Goat Boy—they created horns by rotating the eyebrows until they were vertical and then moving them to the top of the Mii's head. Brilliant.

Lately, M* has had more Wii time than me because Carolyn and Adam recently purchased Super Mario Galaxy. I'm happy with the bowling and tennis, never having been a video gamer. I just lose interest when I have to figure out where hidden powers are stashed and the like—especially when someone, like M*, is levels ahead of me and whose turns last hours (while I die in 30 seconds).



I perfect my bowling form, while Carolyn demonstrates chair bowling.

The Wii was even a family activity on Thanksgiving, with my brother-in-law giving a demonstration to my uncle Peter, mom and grandmother.


Adam explains the controls to Peter, while my mom eyes the Wii suspiciously. Peter scores a strike.