February 17, 2005
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Moral lesson of the day
My
Bible study group is teaching me to consider the wider ramifications
of my everyday choices, which I think is pretty cool. It does, however, make it difficult for us to
reach group consensus, since even the smallest decisions can take on
unanticipated ethical importance. Here is an exchange from last night, as we
attempted to make plans for next week's fun "social night."
C.: Why don't we go to Dave & Buster's?
A.: Oh, no. You guys can do that if you want, but I'm not going.
Me: Why not?A.: Dave & Buster's
represents all the worst things about America. It's a big corporation
that charges large amounts of
money so that people can play video games -- not even real games! -- rather than actually talk to each other. Why would you
want to support that?
(beat)
V.: (brightly) Well, sometimes you just want to play Skee-Ball!
This sparked a brief discussion not on the social impact of video
games, but rather of the fact that it's not easy these days to find places to play Skee-Ball.In the end, we settled on having a potluck dinner.
Comments (5)
We have a poker player ruminating on the ethical ramifications of playing Skee-Ball. Wonderful.
Dude. I should ban you from making comments on my blog.
Eh, I meant "ethical ramifications of playing video games". But you get the idea.
A little over twenty years ago, we were at a birthday party at Showbiz Pizza (similar to Chuck E. Cheese). We saw big kid (9 years old) surreptitiously glance around, grab a couple Skee-balls from the game he was playing, run up onto the lane, and drop the balls into the 50 point circle. Would he get to enjoy his ill-gotten crappy toy from the prize counter? No, because JackDeuce immediately alerted the authorities, and the kid suffered the humiliation of being talked down to by a guy in a vest who cleans singing robotic animals for a living.
A moral lesson from the world of Skee-ball.
Okay, dapperscoo, now you're just asking to be banned. Come on, it's been twenty years. Isn't there a statute of limitations on this sort of thing?
I actually remember that boy, but I don't remember telling on him. It does sound like something I might have done, though. I was pretty snotty. But I'm sure that boy deserved whatever he got. Unless he got no punishment, a big stuffed animal, and a happy life. That would be wrong.
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