Last night I was at a party at a dear friend’s house in the fan. I met the wife of a guy I used to work with in my former corporate life and chatted with her for quite a while. She was a lovely woman and we talked about everything from her job to social media to the inevitable discussion of her favorite pastime: playing Angry Birds.
This wouldn’t have struck me funny unless, at least twelve times over holiday get-togethers in the last week, Angry Birds had snuck it’s ugly feathered beak into my conversations.
And that’s when I realized that Angry Birds is destroying every conversation that I’ve attempted to have in the adult world lately.
I mean, it’s bad enough that my five and eight-year-olds steal my Droid at every possible occasion to veg out to this game. Now every adult I come into contact with is freaking addicted to these little electronic egg-laying vertebrates, too.
Being more of a Pac-Man/Frogger girl myself I decided to do a little research. Here’s what my extensive digging (read: Wikipedia search) revealed:
In Angry Birds, players take control of a flock of birds that are attempting to retrieve eggs that have been stolen by a group of evil pigs.[1] On each level, the pigs are sheltered by structures made of various materials such as wood, glass and stone, and the object of the game is to eliminate all the pigs in the level. Using a slingshot, players launch the birds with the intent of either hitting the pigs directly or damaging the structures, which would cause them to collapse and kill the pigs.[2] In higher stages of the game, additional objects such as explosives and rocks are found in the levels, and may be used in conjunction with the birds to destroy hard-to-reach pigs.
Well, that explains all the hub-bub: Evil Pigs, slingshots, explosions. What in the world was I waiting for? I tapped the icon on my Droid this morning just to see what all this talk was about.
Editor’s Note: We apologize that this post will be concluded at a later date due to the author’s unexpected, um, absence. . .
About Kate Hall
You know why everyone is emailing me and no one is commenting? Because everybody loves Angry Birds, and is ashamed to admit it
Love it and proud of it!! I consider it my daily physics lesson and it satisfies the untapped inner architect and demolishion expert that I apparently possess!
A friend posted this to my wall because it made her think of me. I responded: I'm pretty sure angry bird enhances most of my conversations. Low bars, baby.
Also, I just opened a secret level. Because I'd rather get five hours of sleep than six.