Angry Birds

Angry Birds are sweeping the nation. No, I’m not talking about real birds, more of the virtual-feathered kind.

Recently, at a Sunday lunch with the family after church, us kids were sitting around chatting. My brother-in-law whipped out his new Droid phone and started playing this game called Angry Birds. My sister-in-law, being in grad school and all, hadn’t heard of the latest craze taking over the nation.

As I sat there, describing this game to her, I realized just how silly it actually sounds.

You see, there are these birds who had golden eggs, but these mean pigs came and stole them and the object of the game is to get the golden eggs back. To do this, you must catapult these angry birds through various levels and try and knock down the little forts the pigs have built.

In my mind this was a perfectly good explanation of how the game worked. I don’t think she shared that sentiment because she had this really confused look on her face.

That’s when my brother-in-law decided to help out the situation and he handed her his phone to try the game out for herself. I don’t think she lasted five minutes before getting frustrated and gave up.  I don’t know if she ever did figure it out.

You know whose fault it is that practically everyone in my family had the Angry Birds application on their phone or ipod? My mother! Of all people. When we were home during Christmas she would constantly be playing this game. I thought it was ridiculous. I mean, come on, you are trying to knock down the forts to get to the mean pigs? Really mom?

Well, she was stuck on a level and handed the ipod off to me to see if I could figure it out. As if I was the expert. I had never heard of this crazy game! As it would happen, I was able to beat the level. Roughly one hour later.

That’s all it took. I was hooked. I immediately downloaded the app for myself and it’s been downhill ever since.  Whoever invented this frustrating, time-wasting game was genius!

Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to get back to my game.