A Wii Problem


“I swear I had no idea,” my friend told me at work. “This is the problem with being a techtard,” she complained, “nothing makes sense anymore. When I was a kid, a Barbie was a doll and computer was a calculator. It was so much easier.”

Like many primary school kids I know, her son had been collecting Skylander figures for several months. All was good until he went to a friends place for a party and discovered they weren’t just figurines after all – you could play a computer game with them.

Which meant she now had to buy a Wii and Skylanders starter pack to go with the ‘dolls’.

Meanwhile, in the Devereaux household, we’ve had our own gaming issues.

“Dad! Dad! We love this game!” came the cries from the lounge room. “We need it!”

Master21 was home for a couple of nights and showing his younger siblings some of his Xbox games.

I initially said no to a new game but then found out it was only ten dollars and could be downloaded online. That made the decision so much easier.

“Good news, kids. I’ve decided to buy you a new game for the holidays,” I said. I really liked the idea of not having to make a special trip to the shops to buy it. Not that I’m any good with computers, but I had a plan. “Tell your mother. I’m off.” 

“It took me two hours to work out how to download the damn thing!” Tracey scolded me when I arrived home from work. We’d have been talking in ‘days’ if I’d attempted it.

But bizarrely enough, two hours was the same amount of time it took my friend to set up her son’s Wii. With help. And only because she eventually used her ‘phone a friend’ lifeline.

“You need to make sure the sensor bar is level,” her brother called down the phone. Again. 

“The what?”

“The sensor bar. It’s the thin, grey rectangle with a black edge and a cord which plugs into the Wii console.”

She looked in box. There was nothing left in it. She looked at the television cabinet: there was nothing fitting that description anywhere.

“Well, I guess that’s the problem,” she said. “The idiots haven’t given me all the bits for the…” 

But then, all at once, after two hours, she realized who the real idiot was.

She stood on a chair and retrieved the sensor from up on top of the curtain rail, and set it on the television cabinet. Suddenly everything started working the way it was supposed to.

Why had she put it on top of the curtain railing?

“I thought it was an aerial.”

Maybe we need to start a techtard support group… for our families.

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 When not over here, Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’  Facebook Page.

 ’raising a family on little more than laughs’

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