Wireless Controllers and Handheld Games

I'm not a good gamer. I openly admit that. when I was younger my parents refused (were too poor) to get me a game system. I lived in a podunk town in northern Arizona and I dreamed of the day that we would go visit my cousins in Phoenix so I could foam at the mouth like a kid in an arcade over his NES. While we're on the subject of arcades, I also never got to really play those because I never had money to play them. This is sad because when I was younger games only cost a quarter. Because of this, I suck at those games too, but they don't fall into this blog for the simple reason of aerodynamics.

Aerodynamics - dictionary.com defines this as, "the branch of mechanics that deals with the motion of air and other gases and with the effects of such motion on bodies in the medium"

This "motion of air and other gases" in this blog will refer to the atmosphere in my apartment (roughly 80% nitrogen, 20% Oxygen) and the medium is the space between my TV, walls of my room, and floor. The objects in question will be my 360 controller, DS, and because my keyboard and mouse are wireless, them too.

Because I love to play video games, a applaud the advances in technology that allow me to play a DS anywhere I want, sit in a room unencumbered by messy cords leading back to my 360, and manipulate my keyboard and mouse wherever I want on my desk without the hassle of rerouting cords. At the same time I think that this is the worst breakthrough ever all because I'm going to destroy something with one of these easily throw able devices.

Aforementioned, I suck at games and because of this I get my ass handed to me on a regular basis. Whether it's by myself or in an online game, one can bank on the fact that I will die over and over again. This pisses me off something awful and there is nothing I would love more than to take my sorry aggression out on the thing that is controlling my shitty attempt at gaming -- the peripheral. I know that it isn't their fault, but they are the closest things to my hands and if I've learned anything from my dad, it's their fault and they must be punished.

While I haven't sent my 360 controller crashing through my TV, or spiked my DS into the floor yet, I know it's coming. I have generations of people in my family taking things out on inanimate and animate objects and I know that I can only curb this feeling for so long. I think that the only thing that is holding me back is that I'm poor and I know that I won't be able to replace whatever I break for some time.

I think that I can blame my parents for this HUGE shortcoming in my life for two reasons: 1) I never got to play games as a kid that weren't checkers or Parcheesi, and 2) my day planted the seed in me to hit it until it works. Thanks guys...