Oh! Let's talk about that. Horseland. For those of you that don't know, it's this online multiplayer-game in which you can raise your own horses, show them, breed them, et cetera. The only thing is, it's really... shall we say... juvenile. As in, geared toward the preteen-adolescent audience. Emily and Anne say they played it in middle school. (I'd never heard of it.)
Well, Anne picked it up last week just for the sake of something to do, and got TOTALLY OBSESSED. And then Emily was like, "Dude, no way!" And then SHE started playing it.
The whole time, I was thinking, "Oh. My. God. Children."
But I made the mistake of making an account today just for kicks and giggles, and I totally understand the addiction. I mean, the horse thing I could care less about. But there are these minigames that you can play to make money, and one is this apple-sorting game where you click on groups of three apples at a time to make them disappear. And it is SO ADDICTIVE.
But as I started playing it, I asked myself: Why am I sorting apples by color, when the basket they go in mixes them up anyway? Why are some of the apples pink? Why is that creepy pony on the side of the screen staring at me? Why are rotten apples contagious? How does a golden apple make all the rest of them disappear? I want a golden apple! And further more, who sorts apples on a conveyor belt ANYWAY?
It just bugs me.
Heh. I found something to talk about after all.
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