I'm nice like that.
Consider yourself lucky. It was a post that included this photo:
Yup, you know how much motherbumper hates clowns and this photo demonstrates a huge chunk of why.
Seriously - what kind of sane person includes that photo in their post?
Exactly - a not-sane one. So why don't we let that post sit on ice for a while. Yup, sounds good to us (hello! referring to self as plural - loopy looney tunes alert, level three).
Anyhow, here I sit with Guitar Hero III being played inches from my head and for some kooky reason I've got this overwhelming urge to state that I find that freakin' game bloody addicting.
Oh wait, let me rephrase that - I'm pretty sure I know how just how freakin' addicting that game is because it's definitely not based on recent experience. I NEVER get to play anymore. But I can say with confidence that I do remember the craving for that distinct flavour of just one more go: the one more that turns into an hour or two or twelve later. Guitar Hero induces that craving.
Yup, we love our Wii but due to my husband's BFF* recent Wii acquisition and blossoming GH addiction, coupled with their
Whatever - he has been a blog widow a lot longer than my recent loss.
* Do guys call it that - BFF? probably not and I'll get a "wtf?" tomorrow when he reads this - and then I'll laugh and he'll put my bra in the freezer because life in our home is like one big sleepover. One that includes a rabid badger who switches with a mini-me who happens to possess more brains than me which make it a mini-me TURBO and we live like we are being directed by John Waters / Wes Anderson co-production because life JUST GETS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES. Can't relate? OK, I'll get back on topic now.
OK I just pressed "save" on this post and went and played a few songs on the Wii while SB had a rare break.
Yup - just as addicting as I remember.
So, last night SB and I took a coincidental break and had one those "hey how you doing? haven't seen you in a while" conversation. Wow - we are crazy romantic.
Anyhow, SB mentioned that his friend's girlfriend also played GH and maybe I should get another guitar so we could do a double-date online with a guitar war.
After that statement, we both laughed our as*es off for a good five minutes at the obvious overwhelming stink of nerdiness that idea carried.
But I'd be lying if it didn't state that for MORE than a split second I considered the idea as an actual possibility before my nerd radar called out a red alert of Ebola-carrying monkey proportions.
Yup, that would be a lie to deny.