Guitar Queero

Oh yeah, baby, I will rock you! To paraphrase Queen, “I am the champion.” At least I’m the champion versus the nine-year-olds from the Sandy Bay Alternative School at Rock Band. I was absolutely nasty (if I do so say myself), my fingers shredding the five colored fret buttons while wailing on the wammy bar of my Xbox 360 electronic guitar, all whilst relishing the sweet salty tears of my elementary-aged competition as I rocked them a new one.

How Mario Kart Saves Lives

Dust clouds tumble out from the bumbling vehicle ahead of me, blinding me in an asphyxiating spray of diesel and dirt. The road narrows ahead and cuts hard to the left. The driver to my rear is so far up my tailpipe that he would be getting a great draft were it not for the fact that I’m driving a tiny yellow moped. Splattered banana peels line the side of the curve. I slide into the turn, doing my best to keep the bike upright on the oily pavement. The car ahead swerves unexpectedly to the left, and I am free from the toxic fumes. My visions clears… just in time to swear away from the cows standing in the » read more «