Continuing on the subject of things I was born to do, I may have found one of them: play Guitar Hero.
The boss has most benevolently lent the office his kids’ Guitar Hero III and we’ve been playing it since last Thursday. I love it! I first played it in a Dick Smith store in Melbourne and got the hang of it almost instantly. Y keeps telling people I was bullying the small kids by not letting them play but I didn’t fail my level! And I eventually stopped and let someone else play even though I was still winning.
Too bad playing Guitar Hero isn’t a profit-making pastime, although I must add that I’d probably get bored of it pretty quick if I had to actually practice it every single day. I’ve been bugging Y to buy it for me but everytime we finally show up at the store to get it, it’s either out of stock or we hear word that a new version is coming out and we should wait another couple of months. Some people would say it’s a sign.
No matter. I’m happy enough as it is with a Guitar Hero in the office. As of this evening, I’d worked my way through three “expert” songs (that’s a milestone, yes it is) and I am one very gleeful camper indeed.
