Shredding, Slamming Fun
Yeah, I'm closer to 40 than 14, but that doesn't mean I can't pretend to be in that band I always wanted to be in. And no, I can't play the guitar for real, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the tar out of this game. In fact, that's the whole POINT. The second version of this Playstation 2 diversion, called Guitar Hero as you can see here, just came out, but I'm too busy woodshedding on a borrowed version of the first one to care about that yet. At first, I sucked so thoroughly the game kicked me out of the song and the crowd booed. Yet now, I can successfully hit 80-96% of the notes on average of tunes ranging from Boston's "More Than A Feeling" to Audioslave's "Cochise." The cool thing is, songs you don't even like much and dismiss as crap, you get new respect for when you try to play them. You also learn how Nikki Sixx must have felt when his fingers and forearms ached from the amount of rockin' he was doing, but...
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It came to me in a dream. I don't know anything about how throats can close up, making you fear for your very life when you shoot too much agave juice while trying to stupidly multitask, Jess.
It does take some time to get the art of Gazelle-ing down, Amanda. I wasn't drunk yet but thought I'd get started during my last few minutes of being on the thing for the day.
Nah, I don't shoot whiskey anytime, Aza. I'm not that advanced a drinker. ;) Only the occasional mixing with Coke for the Jack D. and me.
As for the exercising... Nah.
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Ickiness is but one of the fascinating facets of the universe, Rob. :)