The Cult of NimbleBit
I have never really suffered the fate of a gaming widow, since I am usually participating in the actual gaming. My husband and I have both done our share of ‘not hearing’ the other person, though my he claims I am far far worse.
But recently, said husband joined what I like to call the cult of NimbleBit, and for the first time in my life I actually understand, just a little bit, what all those ladies are complaining about.
At first it was Pocket Planes, an iPhone game (drug) that was going around his work like wild fire. While the game looks really cute (yes I have heard ALL about it), it requires constant updates. The phone actually beeps at you to remind you! EVERY. FIVE. MINUTES. I don’t think I have ever felt so violent against someone else’s phone before.
Thankfully he moved onto Tiny Towers, which doesn’t require such constant supervision. Really cute game, but still a totally pointless Sims like game that clamors for attention way to often.
And this is something he wants to share with me, so I may get sucked into the cult of needy and over dependent iPhone games. Thankfully I’m holding out. Skyrim has my back. =)
Now it’s just a matter of patience on my part. That or secretly delete the apps off his phone while he is sleeping.