Although it was over with a little sooner than I expected. In Halo 3 I’ve successfully charged my way to the final credits amidst a spectacular display of sounds, cut scenes, and alien’s insides that were no longer inside.

Alex has chided me for this. Whenever he has played games that involved violence (are there other kinds?) I have instructed him to always first attempt to use words with the people and creatures he meets. It was watching me play one day when he pointed this out.

“Hey!” he would say, “You didn’t try to talk to him to resolve your differences - you just shot him in the head with a grenade.”

“It’s one of those gray areas,” I would explain, “sometimes words and grenades can mean the same thing. You see son, the grenade is a metaphor I’m using to explain my point of view. Metaphors can be very useful and extremely deadly. Unlike this pistol here. This pistol is more like a pun. Fairly useless for anything except to cause a few groans. Where are you going? Hey! Could you bring me a bowl of cereal? Metaphorically?”

Maybe someday I’ll teach him the meaning of the word hypocrite. I think I’ll compare it to driving a Warthog.