I come late to the party. . .a lot. While everyone was raving about HD-TV and the joys of owning a DVR, I was still holding on to a 25 inch TV I bought when Reagan was President. When everyone was walking out of the Apple store with a new i-Pad, I was struggling with a desktop that accessed the Internet in the same time it took for Dominos to deliver a pizza. And don't even try to text me - I still have a flip phone in my purse. It's not that I'm afraid of technology or don't like to have the newest, trendiest gadget before anyone on my block (I actually was the first person I knew to have a VCR - how else was I going to see what happened on All My Children?), it's just that, most of the time, I walk into the pool rather than diving in.
The latest example of my joining the parade as it rounds the last corner is a little game called Candy Crush Saga. This devious, diabolical time-waster has been around for quite awhile. I've had plenty of invites on Facebook to join in on the fun but was never interested. I saw my son waste a few years of his life playing video games and had no intention of getting hooked on anything that would only encourage me to procrastinate more than I already do (see many of my previous blogs for more on that subject).
But then, my Kindle and I went to Mexico. I loaded up a couple of books and verified my web version of People magazine was up to date. That should have been enough but, no, I had to press on. Having tired of my earlier obsession with Angry Birds (another late-to-the-party discovery), I decided to check out free game downloads. After trying and failing to load Free Cell on the darn thing, I noticed that Candy Crush was available.
And you can probably guess the rest.
I'm now on Level 85. I've seen more of those insipid cartoon characters talking about the Marshmallow Swamp or Licorice Lagoon (or whatever the hell those little cartoon interludes are rambling on about) than I want to admit. I still haven't spent a dime playing it (and when I do, it's time for my credit cards to be taken away from me) but I have spent way too much of my precious time on earth trying to figure out how to get rid of all the jelly or bring all the ingredients down. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, consider yourself lucky.) But I'm not addicted, no matter what my husband says. I can stop anytime I want to. In fact, I haven't played it once today. Not once.
And I don't think the fact that I have to wait 24 hours to get another quest has anything to do with it.
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