Aleks Krotoski

The Guardian, Thursday 28 May 2009

The sun is finally out and, confession time, the last place I want to be is inside playing a computer game. Yes, making such a statement under the heading Game Theory may seem treasonous, or at least the end of my tenure on these pages, but I assure you, I’m not letting the side down. I’m still playing – I’ve just taken my playthings outside.

It’s not what you think. Despite the plethora of PR pitches for game-y mobile apps that somehow slime their way through the spam filter in my inbox, I eschew playing games on my phone. I don’t care that its tilt-sensitive, touch-screen, 3D-graphic, super-processor could take me to portable nirvana: I’m just not interested. I’d rather succumb to self-obsessed tweeting about next-to-nothing on Twitterfon than haggle with computer-generated hoo-hahs via an unsatisfying interface on a machine that is far better designed for communication with other people. That’s what it’s there for. Allow it to self-actualise.

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