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Apr. 18th, 2007 03:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
goldenmeanWhy Guitar Hero 2 is evil, a short excerpt from my upcoming novella:
1) I can no longer feel the pads of my fingers. It's like I'm typing with marshmallows at the moment.
2) I see the scrolling fretboard everywhere I go now. Even when I'm listening to something completely electronic, I'm imagining playing a tiny keytar (80's edition guitar hero totally needs to come with a keytar instead of a guitar. It won't happen, but I can dream). If I'm sort of spacing out while talking to you, you are probably speaking in a strange time signature, and I am confused. Try switching to 4-4, and I'll probably perk right up again.
3) Worst of all, my ability to play Warrant's Cherry Pie on guitar now has some small bearing on what little there is of my sense of self worth. Do you know what it's like to go to sleep haunted by the idea that somebody with hair as bad as the members of Warrant might be in some ways a better man than you? Pray you never do.
I watched a lot of movies this past week. Grindhouse was half unbelievably awesome and half completely horrible drek. I sort of wanted to walk out about five minutes into the Tarantino half, and wish I had, as it didn't get much better. I probably wouldn't have minded so much if it hadn't been preceded by the Rodriguez segment which was to grindhouse movies what Lost Skeleton of Cadavra was to cheeseball 50's scifi, which is to say the purest distillation of everything good about the genre. I think I'll probably see it again in the theater, and just cut and run before Deathproof starts so I'm left with just happy good feelings about Planet Terror. As is, I left bitching about Tarantino, with the good half a fading memory 90 minutes into the past.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force was basically just like watching a very long episode of the tv show, which was dandy, but probably a bit much for most people. As far as I'm concerned it pretty much paid for itself before the credits even started. Best "Let's All Go To The Lobby" parody ever. So awesome in fact that I expended five seconds of my busy schedule and found the lyrics . Though really, not half as awesome without punk rock/metal concessions singing it. Another fun filled five seconds gives me the audio, but sadly no video.
There were some other movies stuck in there, but they aren't really worth mentioning. Plus I'm getting sick of writing this. I'm sort of in the mid week doldrums. Had lots of fun at birthday parties this last weekend and Death Guild last night, and now there just seems to be miles of bleh before more fun happens.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts, this could be a good time.
I flee now.
1) I can no longer feel the pads of my fingers. It's like I'm typing with marshmallows at the moment.
2) I see the scrolling fretboard everywhere I go now. Even when I'm listening to something completely electronic, I'm imagining playing a tiny keytar (80's edition guitar hero totally needs to come with a keytar instead of a guitar. It won't happen, but I can dream). If I'm sort of spacing out while talking to you, you are probably speaking in a strange time signature, and I am confused. Try switching to 4-4, and I'll probably perk right up again.
3) Worst of all, my ability to play Warrant's Cherry Pie on guitar now has some small bearing on what little there is of my sense of self worth. Do you know what it's like to go to sleep haunted by the idea that somebody with hair as bad as the members of Warrant might be in some ways a better man than you? Pray you never do.
I watched a lot of movies this past week. Grindhouse was half unbelievably awesome and half completely horrible drek. I sort of wanted to walk out about five minutes into the Tarantino half, and wish I had, as it didn't get much better. I probably wouldn't have minded so much if it hadn't been preceded by the Rodriguez segment which was to grindhouse movies what Lost Skeleton of Cadavra was to cheeseball 50's scifi, which is to say the purest distillation of everything good about the genre. I think I'll probably see it again in the theater, and just cut and run before Deathproof starts so I'm left with just happy good feelings about Planet Terror. As is, I left bitching about Tarantino, with the good half a fading memory 90 minutes into the past.
Aqua Teen Hunger Force was basically just like watching a very long episode of the tv show, which was dandy, but probably a bit much for most people. As far as I'm concerned it pretty much paid for itself before the credits even started. Best "Let's All Go To The Lobby" parody ever. So awesome in fact that I expended five seconds of my busy schedule and found the lyrics . Though really, not half as awesome without punk rock/metal concessions singing it. Another fun filled five seconds gives me the audio, but sadly no video.
There were some other movies stuck in there, but they aren't really worth mentioning. Plus I'm getting sick of writing this. I'm sort of in the mid week doldrums. Had lots of fun at birthday parties this last weekend and Death Guild last night, and now there just seems to be miles of bleh before more fun happens.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts, this could be a good time.
I flee now.
