Call of Duty

Sometimes, this blog is just a place to log my obsession du jour. Around Christmas I spent the end of my birthday Best Buy card and bought Call of Duty. I was trying to buy the same one Ming had, but ended up with World at War, a World War II-based game, rather than Modern War (reflex edition), a Gulf War-based game. I played it. Enjoyed it. Decided the maps were a bit too small, and the bonuses a bit too limited. And eventually decided I should buy the one that would allow me to play with Ming. Bad idea. I went from having played way too much of the WWII version, to WAY too much of the Gulf War version. And not just me, but my whole family. Pooteewheet and Eryn both play. I know it may seem dubious letting a 6 year old play Call of Duty, but I have significantly fewer issues with her playing the wi-fi version than the blood-laden individual-vs-computer game. She's clear it's just a game, although she's confessed to dreaming about the game, and was playing some sort of Call of Duty shooting game running around the porch. She's obsessed with blowing up cars in the game by throwing grenades at them, and there's part of the reason I'm ok with her playing...her favorite part is to run around underground and to blow up cars with grenades, not to shoot other players. She gets that it's a game.

So...if you see me posting less. If you wonder why I don't seem to have as much free time (and to my credit, in the last two days we walked, biked, went to the park, walked to the ice cream store, and played baseball in the street), I'm just going to confess that even a 40+ year old can get addicted to a good game.