Comics about shopping seemed appropriate.
I have never once braved a Black Friday, and I don’t know how; it has expanded to such terrifying proportions, metastasized. That’s not really the name you give to something good. As soon as I could buy things from my computer, though, that’s what I did. It’s hard to remember now, but there was a slice of time online, back when people used terms like “online” with regularity because people had no perpetually connected pocket-scale computers, where people were hesitant to purchase things online. I know! I know. Now people order frozen steaks from an iPod Touch while they shit. I don’t know if that’s gross or an act of supreme conceptually-linked efficiency.
Erika called the Target downtown because she had heard what we did; that they had huge piles of Deluxe Wii U systems. Like, a ridiculous number. She asked if he thought they’d have any by the time she got there, but they had forty-seven, putting them squarely in crenellation territory. I don’t understand entirely how our maximum throughput consumption culture allows concentrations like this to occur, but its occurring here to point where the Wii U is so concentrated they have begun to fall out of solution.
I considered availing myself of the device, but “Screen Time” is so rigorously controlled at my house that trying new things with that precious resource is often contraindicated. They put their time into proven “veins” of amusement. If playing the Wii U meant that they would have less time in Minecraft: Pocket Edition, fuck it. If the Wii U could import their crazy dungeon-spire-bunker-restaurant with the downstairs pool, then, you know… maybe.