Sunday, February 19, 2006

the gods of rock are chanting my name...



For those of you familar with the magic known as "Guitar Hero", you may be interested in hearing that I have recently completed the game on the hard difficulty level. Meaning that I have only expert left to traverse before I can finally smash my axe into the floor and throw up the devil's horns in triumph.

I can't praise this game enough. On the expert difficulty, playing GH is almost exactly like real guitar. Granted you only have five buttons to press, but techniques like hammer-ons, pull-offs, power-chords and soloing all mimic a real guitar(check out 2:25) in ways that would make Angus Young cream his shorts.

Here's an amusing Classical Guitarist vs Metal Rocker sketch.



Hey, it could be worse, I'm glad I'm not one of these guys.

In other news, my job is winding down with massive layoffs. Unfortunately I am still unable to experience HiBeRnaTiON 06 as planned because apparently I'm too good of a worker to lay off just yet :P Why does God torture me so? I guess freezing outside in -32c weather is my destiny, and its certainly not fun having to go through six layers of clothing just to find my penis so I can take a leak.

And it looks like the Total Gym = Total Bust. As I have changed priorities. I am now eyeing a new guitar purchase, because to me, rocking is so much more important than having massive pecs that I can crush beer cans with.

Here is a picture of a prospective suitor. I can't wait for the honeymoon.