tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394500434240060127.post6854321589849771900..comments2024-03-25T09:14:02.523-04:00Comments on Cyrsti's Condo: Time Marches On.Cyrsti Harthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17176333752728572030noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8394500434240060127.post-88655501326268169152018-03-01T17:00:08.470-05:002018-03-01T17:00:08.470-05:00Your mention of levels and walls reminds me of my ...Your mention of levels and walls reminds me of my daughter's mastery, a number of years ago, of the Mario Brothers video game. I remember so well how I spent all night trying to figure the game out before giving her the Nintendo, thinking I would certainly need to show her how to play the game Christmas morning. Of course, while it took me all night to figure how to get through the first level, she was through the third level before the day was over. I was the one who learned from her that some walls need to be jumped, some crashed through, and some climbed. Between the walls are things you must learn to avoid, as well as others you can use to your advantage to take you to the next level.<br /><br />My twisted mind makes parody of things, usually through analogy and metaphor. I re-imagined the game as "Mario Sisters," with the object of the game being the transition to finally becoming the Princess, rather than saving her. Revisiting that idea, now, has me thinking that my own becoming of the princess was, at the same time, saving myself.Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15951206717208424386noreply@blogger.com