My friend Anna got me completely addicted to the Angry Birds iPhone/iPad game a few weeks ago and now I keep finding myself stuck on seemingly impossible to beat levels. See above for an example. Any thoughts on how you can get these rock trains to move using only three yellow dive bombing birds? Ahhh!!!!
Author Sloane Crosley brought the The Oregon Trail game back to my attention after I read an essay from her book I Was Told There’d Be Cake. In the short story Sloane confesses to her childhood obsession with the The Oregon Trail computer game. She recounts naming characters after hated teachers and purposefully losing the game so that they would die of the dreaded Dysentery. While I don’t recall doing that in elementary school I will embarrassingly admit to locking Sims made to look like evil exes into rooms and “forgetting about them” until they turned into urns. Moving right along…
You’ve probably heard that an Oregon Trail iPhone app was released this week. I downloaded it last night and hilarity has ensued ever since. I took the liberty of naming my little pioneers after CK and myself. Tagging along with us through the great unknown are also our imaginary children: Lucy, Lola, and Little CK.
Not surprising, I’m just as much of a klutz in this iPhone app as I am in real life. During the first 5 minutes of play I got a broken arm.
My children are also prone to drama. Especially Lola. She’s been kidnapped by an eagle, lost on the trail, and currently is suffering from Dysentery. But what fun would a game of Oregon Trail be if someone didn’t end up with the runs…
Anyone want to take bets on which of my characters is going to kick the bucket first?
I decided to make an album on Flickr for my Oregon Trail Adventures. Feel free to follow along with my faithful path to doom and destruction.
On Thursday, CK and I took the ferry over to Bainbridge Island. I channeled my inner Meredith Grey while sipping an amazing White Mocha and getting a huge kick out of checking our location on the iPhone GPS. Look guys! We’re surrounded by water. Please ignore the fact that I am in desperate need of a manicure. Unfortunately, shortly after my shiny happy ferry ride began a seagull went to the bathroom on my head. Best of all? I didn’t notice it until we got to the restaurant we were having lunch at. Birds are evil.