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Apple Has The Rhythm, Nintendo Has The Blues

    Not long after I bought my first I-Pad, I predicted the demise of gaming consoles. Over a year later there are other writers doing the same. Today there are a group of Nintendo's investors that are applying pressure to the company brass to begin selling their games on the app store. Yes. Mario Brothers could be on your I-Pad.
     If you haven't read it, try my post titled I-Pad, The Entertainment Monster, dated October 6th. 2010. You can find it in the blog archives to your right. Especially note the final few paragraphs about the gaming companies. I also did a few other comments on this subject of the console's suicide pact but I don't remember where they are.
    Here's an excerpt. In the boardroom of a video game corporation several years ago they held a meeting. The CEO asked a question, "How can we destroy our billion dollar cash cow?" One little guy timidly raises a hand.
     "Sir, we should charge $50 for games when we are already getting rich by selling them for $20. That way Apple can create an app store and sell games for a dollar, or two or three. Then they can run us out of business."
     The CEO stroked his chin in deep thought.
     "Ah, the old greed ploy?"
     "Yes, sir."
    The CEO looked at the youngster and said, "That's what we'll do. Great idea!"
    Hey, I have a Wii in the living room. There's a copy of Super Mario Galaxy 2 laying on top of it. A good game, but it was over $50. For the same amount of money, I bought 10-20
terrific games for I-Pad. For the same amount of money I could buy 40 pretty good games. This is supposed to be a hard decision? You say, "Yeah, but you have to buy the I-Pad". True, but you also have to buy the game console for X-Box or Wii. I encourage everybody to do what they like. It's no skin off my nose.
    From the gamer's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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