Wii Will Not Be Ignored

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So after much waffling, I have decided to go full bore on acquiring the Nintendo Wii. (Whew, now that that decision has been made – I can return my focus to more pressing matters… like, does anyone know where TomKat is registered?)

Anyway – I had been perched atop a fence staring down both sides. The Wii was luring me with its innovative control, killer first party titles and a huge heaping of nostalgia. Essentially it is 2,000 teraflops of comfort food. (I know – it doesn’t have that power – but go with me and my dramatic license).

On the flip side, the PS3 and XBOX 360 punched me in the nuts and called me a Nancy-boy if I dared dream of putting Yoshi through his paces. Aligning the Hammer of Dawn (or whatever the hell Gears of War calls its orbiting satellite of doom) straight at my noggin, my brain downloaded the message loud and clear:

I am an idiot for ever turning my back on the most ass-kickingest, face-slappingest, ball-punchingest piece of rockin’ sockin hardware to ever grace this orb”.

So – I waffled once again and began to revisit that former dream.

Then a couple of minor events conspired to force my hand.

Yesterday, while perusing these new-fangled Internets, I came across this article on the New York Times site. Their tech editor had spent the bulk of the weekend putting his mint condition PS3 through the paces. For $600 and the additional bank required to actually purchase games to run on the system, writer Seth Schiesel jockeyed his shiny new toy and came away with the following reflection – and dire message:

“Howard Stringer, you have a problem. Your company’s new video game system just isn’t that great.”

If you are even thinking about buying a PS3 – or the unthinkable – if you have to have one so bad that you’ll drop $2K in an overinflated eBay auction, read this article and take heed. $600 may buy you the world – but does it matter if the ‘game’ is no damn fun!!!

Which leads me to the Wii. Over the weekend, I witnessed Colin grab hold of a Wiimote for one quick minute (at an EBGames display kiosk) and saw my three year old boy instantly morph into his Dad. Gone went 36 buttons, dongles and analog sticks – in favor of pure, simple magic. I didn’t need to give him much instruction – he just motioned his arms back and forth and suddenly he was sending ExciteTruck careening through the wilderness. And the saucer eyes and wide grin spoke volumes.

We need Wii.

As kismet, I ran across the following article which echoes my experience – only this bastard actually owns a Wii while I sit here on the sidelines and wait. Regardless, it speaks to why we game. At heart – to have fun, damn’t.

So my mission is set although when I’ll actually locate the Wii and amass the necessary funds is a different story entirely. To ease that frustration, I offer up the following video.

Seeing Mario and Luigi lost in Liberty City is worth the wait.