Rock Band Hell

What we got HERE, is a failure to communicate.

My son, 8, is a colossal pain in the butt this morning. It started out as a miracle that the UPS guy brought our Rock Band for PS2 on a Saturday morning, before we could start to get bored even.

Then it turned into a nightmare as my son had meltdowns because we couldn't get the wireless guitar going, then had meltdowns because the drums were too hard, then had meltdowns because he failed at singing.

I did have one shining moment, eventually, when I scored 97% on "Gimme Shelter" by the Stones...it was the first song we completed without somebody failing to perform.

All I wanted was adoration from the fans, and instead, this is what I was given. Harumph.

Advance Order

I just ordered Rock Band for PS2 online...for significantly more than it's worth. I wanted it NOW, not next week, even though it might not arrive until then anyway. I'm either hip or stupid.

I want to sing in a rock band, and feel the adoring fans' love...oh well, another dream gone unfulfilled in my life.

Not that there are too many of those...I used to dream of teaching, which I have done, and I used to dream of acting. I haven't really done that, except for a community theater show in high school. I'm too old and fat now, but before that I should have done more acting and singing.

Next life I want to place an advance order on more kids. I'd like to have four or five babies...that's a good sized brood. Oh, and while I'm at it, I'd like to order up Phil as their father...

Oh, and always, when ordering me food, order extra cheese.

Have I mentioned the monkey on gmail? When you do this: :(|) it turns into the cutest damn monkey you've ever seen.

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