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Why are these things?

I like games a lot.  I like digital games a lot.  It’s much easier these days to find a few minutes to play a short game of something on my phone than to sit down at my computer for a few hours of gaming.  Or find people who are willing to have a board game session with me.  I support silly digital games.

But this…this is ridiculous.  Why do these things exist?

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Do we not already have a board game called Scrabble?  Off of which Words with Friends was based?

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Do we not already have a game called Pictionary?  Off of which DrawSomething was based?WP_20130125_005 WP_20130125_004And how do you even play these games?  (I didn’t look at the boxes before taking pictures of them.)

For Where’s My Water, you have to dump a glass of water into something?  And hope it gets to Swampy’s bathtub?  What about that weird green sludge?  Or that purple acidy stuff?  Does the box have that stuff too?  Isn’t it kind of a safety hazard for kids?

For Cut the Rope, do you constantly have to replace the rope?  And what’s playing the position of Om Nom?  Do they include trained spiders that want the candy?  Also, aren’t most kids scared of spiders?  Will the kids eat the candy themselves and not feed whatever monster thing they include with the game?

For Angry Birds, it’s more straight forward.  There have already been live games of Angry Birds.  I don’t really understand why they need more than one version though.  Do these bird figurines actually do things when you tap…the board?  How does that work, exactly?

Are people so creatively tapped out that they can’t make board games anymore?  Actually, no.  I know there are lots of really great board games out there.  You can just check out Tabletop and find so many really great games to play.  Whoever published these games is just dumb.  Why would I buy an inferior, physical version of a game for so much more money than the digital version?

Escape artist lungs

PM: is this from the asthma or the flu? 9:53 AM
Me: Both. My lungs are always actively trying to escape the confines of my body. Regardless of my general health. 9:56 AM

That was part of a conversation between my project manager and I this morning.  I get along rather well with my current PM.  He prefers texting over talking on the phone.  I am totally behind that.

Anyway, this conversation made me realize something today.  It made me realize that my lungs are really bad escape artists.  You see, I recently got the flu…again.  This makes me cough a lot.  On top of the coughing a lot I already do on a normal basis.  Because I also have asthma.  In case you did not gather that from the snippet of conversation I posted above.

Why did you not gather that?  I thought it was very clear.

So then, because of the asthma, I cough a lot.  I may also just enjoy coughing.  Coughing is my constant companion, always there for me.  Because of the flu, I cough even more.  Coughing may love me more than Monday does.  I sometimes describe coughing as “hacking up my lungs” because that’s what coughing sounds like.  The phase “hacking up my lungs” makes it sound like you’re trying to forcefully eject your lungs from your body.  I don’t particularly want to eject my lungs from my body as I’m pretty sure I need them to breathe, yet they are always trying to escape.  Therefore, my lungs must be escape artists.  But, they are really bad ones, because they have never once succeeded in escaping.

And thus I have presented this morning’s deep thought to you.