Why Can't Wii Be Friends?

Recently, and over my strident objections (ex post facto objections because I only found out about it after the durn thing had been purchased), a Wii was introduced into Orgle Manor.

My greatest fear was of an endless series of battles among the Llama-ettes over the thing akin to a gang of seagulls fighting over a dead crab on a beach. Fortunately, as I am the only person in the house who knows how to correctly hook the plugs into the back of the teevee (where the Wii has to take turns with the DVD player), I have made it clear that the instant I hear any squabbling, I will put the kybosh on anyone playing the thing. So far, this seems to have worked.

The only game that we allow the Llama-ettes to play is the sports package - tennis, golf, baseball and bowling. And of course, because it's there and because I'm a guy, I've tried it out for myself.

And you know what I realized last evening? I really don't like it. Sure, the novelty of the technology is gripping at first, but the truth is that the thing seems to fall flat awfully fast. I find the graphics to be off-putting, the music to be irritating and the games themselves to be in the end rayther dull. I suppose there are many other games out there with considerable more bang and flash, but of course I don't want the gels playing them and I am certainly not going to buy them only for myself.