Monday, August 07, 2006
I found a new favorite game. It's kind of like Dance Dance Revolution except that instead of moving your feet you move your hands (and there aren’t QUITE as many pale skinny guys participating in a “dance off”) No question it’s better than the $10 knock off DDR that I bought on ebay. For some reason I have yet to comprehend the thrill is a bit diminished when all the songs sound like an Atari game, and no matter when you step on the pad, you’re always wrong. It’s an obsessive compulsive’s nightmare. But I digress. After you get over the initial embarrassment of the cheesy but insanely loud music, it's kind of addicting. But then you watch the other people playing it and you can't help but think, "Wow. Do I look that idiotic and uncoordinated when I play? Answer: No chance in hell. I'm much more poised and classy." At least that's the lie I tell my self to justify another session. I look almost as classy as I do when I play the game where it senses your moves, and when you want your guy to hide behind the couch while villain numero uno is popping caps at you, you have to literally pop a squat. There’s a lot of ‘popping’ in that game. That's just another think that I have to add to my list of things to do in the privacy of my own home after I'm a millionaire. Right after the swimming pool full of pudding.