I love World of Warcraft
Lisa tries to practice her sax in the garage...
Homer: Lisa, stop the racket. I'm trying to fix your mother's camera.
*SMASH!*
I'm going to need a bigger drill.
Lisa tries to practice her sax in the house...
Marge: I'm sorry, but I sacrificed a very expensive camera just to get some quiet time!
Everyone in my house is entertained, without having to ruin any cameras. All of my cameras are perfectly intact. I get as much quiet time as I want, thanks to you, World of Warcraft. And thank you, also, for giving so many game-loving people thirty-seven hours per day of online gaming activity, and for providing feet under computer desks for the cats of said game-occupied people to sit upon and keep warm, thus giving said cats a full time occupation.
You have given the partners of people with something to do ample time to get up to whatever kind of no-good underhanded business it is that said partners are involved with, with no pesky feelings of guilt over leaving sad and lonely, bored lovers and cats sitting around amused by nothing. My criminal syndicate gives you the offhanded nod of Totally Disinterested Approval. I've been running an underground seaweed farm and smuggling ring under Lance's nose for six months and he hasn't had the slightest bit of trouble from it. He's too busy to be bothered with my lawlessness and Bertie is too busy sitting under his desk to care what I do (as if he would anyway)--and that's just the way I like it.
Frankly, the less attention someone in my position receives, the better for all concerned.
Homer: Lisa, stop the racket. I'm trying to fix your mother's camera.
*SMASH!*
I'm going to need a bigger drill.
Lisa tries to practice her sax in the house...
Marge: I'm sorry, but I sacrificed a very expensive camera just to get some quiet time!
Everyone in my house is entertained, without having to ruin any cameras. All of my cameras are perfectly intact. I get as much quiet time as I want, thanks to you, World of Warcraft. And thank you, also, for giving so many game-loving people thirty-seven hours per day of online gaming activity, and for providing feet under computer desks for the cats of said game-occupied people to sit upon and keep warm, thus giving said cats a full time occupation.
You have given the partners of people with something to do ample time to get up to whatever kind of no-good underhanded business it is that said partners are involved with, with no pesky feelings of guilt over leaving sad and lonely, bored lovers and cats sitting around amused by nothing. My criminal syndicate gives you the offhanded nod of Totally Disinterested Approval. I've been running an underground seaweed farm and smuggling ring under Lance's nose for six months and he hasn't had the slightest bit of trouble from it. He's too busy to be bothered with my lawlessness and Bertie is too busy sitting under his desk to care what I do (as if he would anyway)--and that's just the way I like it.
Frankly, the less attention someone in my position receives, the better for all concerned.