Fear Me

Pretty cool name for my first blog, eh? Kinda (as Daniel would say) in yo' face (he's so urban). The me in the title though is not me; it's actually my Kinect.

I'm a little afraid of my Kinect. It sits silently staring like Wall-E's ninja nephew. I turn my sleek black Xbox on and it looks me up and down sizing me up. And it is always taking pictures of me as if collecting evidence. Honestly, do any of want to see ourselves playing video games, mouth half open, eyes half closed, squinting in concentration, or just nakedly entranced?

Not. Pretty.

I will admit I have undressed for it like any good gay must when he is dancing or in front of an audience. It just stared and took more pictures.

I love the Kinect. I love what it could be. I am fascinated and confused by the hacks I hear about. Playing a role playing game with my voice and body, or a sandbox game with worlds like Fallout or Enslaved in which I can explore, or hide in a hallway in Rapture, or shoot light from my hands, YES!!

But Kinect is commitment. You can't just sit in the couch, and when I play Dance Central it is paying attention, so I...bettah...WERK! Because of that, I haven't played it for a week. I've just nodded to it as I passed. I need to please it though, because I am afraid it may unite my electrical appliances and take over.

Keep the Kinect happy, all.

Play hard!