The God of Shred
stinky_monky's birthday party last night went off fairly well, if I do say so myself. Good folks, good pizza, good times.
I discovered that I am the world's most boring guitarist ("the stage presence of an ant" is how one observer phrased it, I believe) when I picked up Guitar Hero (1 and 2!) for the first time. After honking and sometimes shredding my way through "I Wanna Be Sedated," "Heart-Shaped Box," "More Than A Feeling," and other classics I can see why so many folks are addicted to it. Many guitar-shaped peripherals were imaginarily smashed last night upon the triumphant conclusion of "Sweet Child O' Mine," I tell you what. Once I get the "easy" setting mastered I'll start working on that stage presence, though (at least a head bob or shoulder sway).
We also had our first, um, issue with the new dog. Even though he has supposedly been "fixed" for quite some time, that lovin' feelin' came back when he met
becc367's boyfriend last night. Awwwwwwkwarrrrrrrrd. We'll keep a watering can filled with cold water within reach next time they come over.
Hmm, I really should get back to my paper...