Mogaar
22nd July 2005, 09:22 PM
Or: It's Probably Best To Just Stay In Bed When Lacking in Sleep
Last night at two AM, in a fit of what I can only call severe sleep-deprivation, I decided to conduct an experiment with my one-month-old daughter. I wanted to determine if she could possibly be better at Battlefield 2 than her father. The experiment ended early, but I've recorded as much as I could:
1:45 AM - Feed formula to daughter, (who for this post shall be called Sara as that is her name) as my bony chest can offer no sustenance.
1:55 AM - Sara still wriggling around, clearly awake with no intention of falling to sleep.
1:57 AM - Inchoate idea forms to have Sara play Battlefield 2.
2:02 AM - Start up Battlefield 2 on computer.
2:10 AM - Actually enter game due to the interminable loading time.
2:11 AM - Set Sara up with the Infantry kit (as she is a beginner).
2:12 AM - Gently place Sara's left hand over keyboard, and right hand on mouse.
2:13 AM - Sara looks at keyboard, then at mouse. Looks at screen from which loud noises are emanating. Much banging of keyboard commences (not due so much to skill as involuntary limb movement). Mouse is flipped onto the floor.
2:15 AM - Sara looks at screen again, then stares at her useless, milk-bar lacking father. Starts to cry, which quickly escalates into a plaintive, dolphin-like wail, awakening wife (Heather). Transcript follows:
Heather: "What are you doing?"
Matthew: "Uhhhh..."
H: "Why is Sara crying? And why is the mouse on the floor?"
M: "I was just, er..."
H: "Give her to me. Why don't you try to get some sleep, sniper-boy?"
M: "Yeah, that would probably be best..."
2:17 AM - Heather and Sara leave room. The following statement from mother is overheard: "Sara, I know your father is a little strange, but we love him anyway, don't we?"
Test results inconclusive (although to be fair, in the next round that I played I inadvertantly dropped a grenade at my feet, resulting in the deaths of three of my squadmates, which got me removed from the server for excessive team-killing). I think it's safe to say that Sara is at least as good at Battlefield 2 as her inept dad...
Bonus images of Sara and her sleepy father:
http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/8526/sarasleeping1mo.jpg
http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/1817/picture0181sn.jpg
Last night at two AM, in a fit of what I can only call severe sleep-deprivation, I decided to conduct an experiment with my one-month-old daughter. I wanted to determine if she could possibly be better at Battlefield 2 than her father. The experiment ended early, but I've recorded as much as I could:
1:45 AM - Feed formula to daughter, (who for this post shall be called Sara as that is her name) as my bony chest can offer no sustenance.
1:55 AM - Sara still wriggling around, clearly awake with no intention of falling to sleep.
1:57 AM - Inchoate idea forms to have Sara play Battlefield 2.
2:02 AM - Start up Battlefield 2 on computer.
2:10 AM - Actually enter game due to the interminable loading time.
2:11 AM - Set Sara up with the Infantry kit (as she is a beginner).
2:12 AM - Gently place Sara's left hand over keyboard, and right hand on mouse.
2:13 AM - Sara looks at keyboard, then at mouse. Looks at screen from which loud noises are emanating. Much banging of keyboard commences (not due so much to skill as involuntary limb movement). Mouse is flipped onto the floor.
2:15 AM - Sara looks at screen again, then stares at her useless, milk-bar lacking father. Starts to cry, which quickly escalates into a plaintive, dolphin-like wail, awakening wife (Heather). Transcript follows:
Heather: "What are you doing?"
Matthew: "Uhhhh..."
H: "Why is Sara crying? And why is the mouse on the floor?"
M: "I was just, er..."
H: "Give her to me. Why don't you try to get some sleep, sniper-boy?"
M: "Yeah, that would probably be best..."
2:17 AM - Heather and Sara leave room. The following statement from mother is overheard: "Sara, I know your father is a little strange, but we love him anyway, don't we?"
Test results inconclusive (although to be fair, in the next round that I played I inadvertantly dropped a grenade at my feet, resulting in the deaths of three of my squadmates, which got me removed from the server for excessive team-killing). I think it's safe to say that Sara is at least as good at Battlefield 2 as her inept dad...
Bonus images of Sara and her sleepy father:
http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/8526/sarasleeping1mo.jpg
http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/1817/picture0181sn.jpg