Hair Metal

I love my job.  We are having a Rock Band, Battle of the Bands competition at this years departmental meeting thing.  The winning band gets $100 for each member and the copy of Rock Band used for the competition + the instruments.  Sadly, the winning band will probably split up shortly after the competition due to fighting over who actually gets the game portion of the prize, since there is only one copy.

I had never actually played the game before, but luckily a room in our office has been turned into the Rock Band Studio for people to come and practice or whatever.  Our band has been holding “band practice” every day at lunch, as well as various other times of the day.  It took me a whole one song to realize that this game shizzles my nizzle.

In the highly probable event that I’ve improperly used the phrase, “shizzle my nizzle”, then substitute that with “pwns me like something that pwns things”.  I don’t know what the hell it is that’s so good about the game, but it probably has something to do with the fact that you feel like you’re Jack Black in Tenacious D.  You probably look like an idiot to anyone who’s looking, but you are melting faces none the less.

The downside.  My friend Dave was kind enough to let me borrow his game and equipment over the weekend.  As a result, my daughter was up till midnight with me while we took our band on a world tour.  She is on lead vocals while I am shredding guitar.  After she went to bed I stayed up for another 3 hours rocking my solo tour, playing some 30+ songs.  My son then woke me up 4 hours later so he could play “Wock Band”.

On top of that, my pal Carpal Tunnel called and said he’d be over on Sunday.