Self control
I strolled into my brother’s bedroom, where he was playing World of Minecraft or something like that. A game with dozens of little Lord of the Ring dudes running across the screen, fighting each other while green explosions rained down around them. “Hey,” I said, and just got a grunt in response. My brother is a total jock, but as soon as he gets home from the gym, he holes himself up in front of the computer and starts conquering Narnia or whatever it is he’s doing. Sometimes I watch him,...