After two of the modern world's greatest male minds meet and solve all the world's problems in about an hour or so, what do they do to further stimulate their existence?
THEY GO ON THE INTERNET AND PLAY THE LATEST MINDLESS BLOOD AND GORE GAME...
Let's face it.
Having all of the world's problems on four broad shoulders is a heavy load for anyone to have to carry, but someone's got to do it.
Both HE and I are hovering around 50. We need to re-energize.
And last Wednesday, after determining the fate of George W. Bush, pontificating on religion and resurrecting the UN (and watching back-to-back episodes of Deadwood in between), HE unveiled this discovery:
This is Bowman 2.
Note all the dead goose carcasses and the blood on the ground. In this solo version, the archer at the bottom tries to launch arrows as the geese fly above.
More often than not, you shoot the arrow up in the air and it comes right back down and hits you right between the eyes. Doh!
The more fun version is the two-player game, which of course I handily won.
Two stickmen archers, not in sight of each other on screen, take turns launching arrows back and forth trying to hit each other.
It took us about an hour to figure out the angles and the delivery and the range. Once we did, there were so many kersplats it was unbelievable. Blood just splashes out.
A bulls-eye results in huge gushes of blood spurting out from the heart and the game ends. And isn't that really what life's all about?
The lighting was poor but just look at HE's glee as he plays the game.
And we used to laugh and joke about our two sons playing Warcraft, Zelda or Final Fantasy on PlayStation or Nintendo.
Male maturity is truly amazing.
HE and I are not meeting this week, on account of the president's State of the Union address and also because I have to work nights.
But now we've found a diversion from all of our heavy mental lifting. And it is called Bowman 2.
What games, secretly, do you play?