Then there were the ads, so many ads. Ads for other games. How many games does a guy need on his phone? There were ads for Bitcoin. What IS Bitcoin? I don’t even know. It was worse than watching a show on Hulu. I could advance maybe 3 levels before I had to watch 3 to 6 ads for things I did not care about one single bit. Oh, I know that I could pay money to see fewer ads. I could pay money to get additional games and probably pay more money to avoid the ads on those games too.
As I was falling down the hole, the ads I came across were somewhat interesting but mostly annoying. I am sure that I do not need to play a game where I am hanging out in
an alternate world or acting as the great decision maker for characters in a story. I have already learned that God is God and I am not. No need to dabble in being God in a make-believe world. I certainly do not need to make the choice if a couple in the clearing are better off with an umbrella or a tent in the rain, the make-believe rain. What are they doing there in the first place? They're not dressed for these conditions. And who are they? Did they plan to get there? Why do I need to choose for them? I have enough important decisions to make in my own life, like where I’m going to eat before the concert tomorrow night or which coat I'm going to wear if it snows in the real world. First-world problems, I know.I continued down the hole, though less rapidly than Alice did in her journey to Wonderland. That's when I came across WORD games. Now
as for word games, let me be abundantly clear. I don’t like them. I don't want to play them. I don't want to
I must have been nearing the bottom the ads tried desperately to get my attention. “How old is your brain?” Really? I need this game to tell me how old my brain is? I know how old my brain is. It is as old as the rest of me. I’m pretty sure it was developing in my mother’s womb as soon as any other part of me was taking shape. My brain hasn’t aged any faster than my feet., my lungs, or my eyelashes. It has never taken a
sabbatical from life and is somehow younger than my kneecaps, my liver, or my wrinkled skin. My brain is 54 years, 1 month, 29 days (and I’m not sure what time I was born) old.Now ask me how FULL is my brain? How tired is my brain? How
messed up is my brain? Those are questions I’d like to see a game answer. The reality is that a game on my phone will not answer any of these questions about
me. Some games on my phone might keep my brain functioning better as I age. I’ll
concur that the ads that promote that may be correct. However, there are other
great things on my phone that help me care for my brain.
YouVersion is a great Bible App. I can read the entire
Bible on my cell phone. I can have it read to me and I can select from more translations than I
care to even know to exist. I can follow reading plans, discover devotionals, watch videos, and so
much more. I can even keep notes and highlight passages. I can do all of that
on my cell phone.
Spotify is my music app of choice thanks to my oldest
daughter. It took me forever to get with the times but I now have too many
playlists for my own good. She and I share a playlist. My youngest and I share a playlist. My
wife and I share a playlist. I have Southern Gospel playlists, Country
playlists, Classical playlists, Movie theme playlists, and the playlists go on
and on and on. iTunes used to be my source for music. At some point and time, most of the
music I purchased and put on iTunes has disappeared from my technology. Glad to
have contributed to someone’s wealth, iTunes...Oh well. I did get a lot of enjoyment out of it. What I still haven't figured out is how music artists are making any money these days. I haven't purchased a CD, cassette, 8-track tape, or record in years.
Thanks for reading,
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