Carter and I spotted it scanning the Satellite TV menu: Doom. Doom was in movie form. Doom will always hold a special place in my heart because how and when I found it....techtronics and software and the net long leaving me behind, several years after Doom was released I finally got a free copy. I wasn't even on the net then. Way behind the learning curve, here was the game all the fuss was made about. Guarenteed to turn any youngster into a sociopathic killer. I talked it over with Carter and we played it together.
We had a lot of fun. Carter grew, games evolved, Doom 3 came and went, along with Diablo and Warcraft.
For Mother's day I washed the pots and pans, no small task. The boys and I cleaned the house the day before, we swept floors and handmopped. I had the flu but was active enough to make some pork chille verde in the crock pot. Took a run to the dump. The boys went outside into the bright spring day and picked flowers for Mom. Dandelions in cups of water placed around the house. They spend millions of dollars to erradicate Dandelions and my boys were doing it for free. To them it was a flower as good as any, and Mom and I ignored the easy wilt of the stocks next day as they fell. Weed flowers don't seem to last as long as 'real' flowers...wonder why that is?
In the middle of the night a kid started crying for one reason or another, and I stayed up a little to help with the trouble, a glass of water and a cracker and back to bed for the little one. This was OK. His mother had her rest and I could always sleep in.
First thing in the morning I rented Doom. Then a neighbor's kid was coming over.
"Are you sure he can come? This thing takes the Lord's name in vain, and there's the F word, and lots of blood and guts." I told his mom.
"Is there any sex stuff?"
"No," I told her, "there's a line about 'boy-girl' I could do without but that's about it."
"OK then, he can watch it with Carter."
Well, you know; blow his head off to Kingdom Come that's fine stuff, just don't be making babies in daylight.
Man. Doom. This was great. I blocked out the big picture window pane with a cardboard box side so the sunlight wouldn't glare. Moved a couch front and center by the Screen. We don't have a very big TV. Gave the boys a soda each. I sat in my glider chair, an energy drink by my elbow. Doom.
So we watched Doom. And naturally, a little later, there was an encore performance. Who could catch all the fine inuendo and detail from just one screening? It really was a great day, just not the best choice for Mother's day.
We found that out next evening in our 'family meeting'. She was a little upset. "I could understand hearing all that screaming once, but why did you have to watch it twice?"
"But we saved the Earth." I muttered.
'Yes Mom, we blew the gate." Carter told her.
I looked at her eyes. Silly girl. We all loved her.
"The boys picked flowers, we fixed food, you got your sleep, you know you're loved."
This helped a little.
"I guess there were better choices for a movie rental on Mother's Day than Doom," I said.
Carter and I started singing a song about Doom. Fellows, be you Republican or Democratic, I cannot advise,
but if you want peace at home,
Don't rent Doom for Mother's Day.
Well, she almost laughed.
munk
We had a lot of fun. Carter grew, games evolved, Doom 3 came and went, along with Diablo and Warcraft.
For Mother's day I washed the pots and pans, no small task. The boys and I cleaned the house the day before, we swept floors and handmopped. I had the flu but was active enough to make some pork chille verde in the crock pot. Took a run to the dump. The boys went outside into the bright spring day and picked flowers for Mom. Dandelions in cups of water placed around the house. They spend millions of dollars to erradicate Dandelions and my boys were doing it for free. To them it was a flower as good as any, and Mom and I ignored the easy wilt of the stocks next day as they fell. Weed flowers don't seem to last as long as 'real' flowers...wonder why that is?
In the middle of the night a kid started crying for one reason or another, and I stayed up a little to help with the trouble, a glass of water and a cracker and back to bed for the little one. This was OK. His mother had her rest and I could always sleep in.
First thing in the morning I rented Doom. Then a neighbor's kid was coming over.
"Are you sure he can come? This thing takes the Lord's name in vain, and there's the F word, and lots of blood and guts." I told his mom.
"Is there any sex stuff?"
"No," I told her, "there's a line about 'boy-girl' I could do without but that's about it."
"OK then, he can watch it with Carter."
Well, you know; blow his head off to Kingdom Come that's fine stuff, just don't be making babies in daylight.
Man. Doom. This was great. I blocked out the big picture window pane with a cardboard box side so the sunlight wouldn't glare. Moved a couch front and center by the Screen. We don't have a very big TV. Gave the boys a soda each. I sat in my glider chair, an energy drink by my elbow. Doom.
So we watched Doom. And naturally, a little later, there was an encore performance. Who could catch all the fine inuendo and detail from just one screening? It really was a great day, just not the best choice for Mother's day.
We found that out next evening in our 'family meeting'. She was a little upset. "I could understand hearing all that screaming once, but why did you have to watch it twice?"
"But we saved the Earth." I muttered.
'Yes Mom, we blew the gate." Carter told her.
I looked at her eyes. Silly girl. We all loved her.
"The boys picked flowers, we fixed food, you got your sleep, you know you're loved."
This helped a little.
"I guess there were better choices for a movie rental on Mother's Day than Doom," I said.
Carter and I started singing a song about Doom. Fellows, be you Republican or Democratic, I cannot advise,
but if you want peace at home,
Don't rent Doom for Mother's Day.
Well, she almost laughed.
munk
