My Evil Wiimote Plan

I want a new HDTV to replace the twelve-year-old CRT beast we currently have. Getting this purchase past the home finance committee (my wife) has been surprisingly tough. Usually these things go through committee easily, but she's holding the TV hostage until we get a new house. Which could take a while, so we need a new approach.

Inspired by those of you who have launched your Wiimotes through your TVs, I now have a plan. A devious, evil plan. It's called "Encouraging my five-year-old son to play Wii Tennis without the safety strap on when the wife isn't around." I figure one slip of his wrist and we can kiss our current TV goodbye. One that is out of the way, it only makes sense to buy a new HDTV.

I realize this is risky. He could just as easily propel the Wiimote through the bay window and onto our front lawn. Or bounce the thing off my skull. But great achievement is not without great risk, and a Super Bowl in 50" Panasonic HDTV splendor tempts me too strongly.

But so far it's not working. He refuses to do it. Why a kid who would prefer to ride on the roof of our car instead of buckling up in his carseat is so steadfast in his refusal to play Wii Tennis without the strap on is beyond me, but so far I have had zero success. "No, Daddy, you have to use the strap!" Argh. Whose kid are you?

I think I'll need a Plan B. Maybe I can encourage him hold the Wiimote gently and swing harder? He did lose his grip on the Wiimote a week or so ago, but the safety strap held as intended. Intended by Nintendo, that is, not me.

In the mean time, my dusty, fat-ass, old Mitsubishi TV is still sitting there, mocking me with its durability and bright picture. I'll get you yet. There must be a way.