In yet another example of how I have the best wife ever, Heimlich found a deal on a used Playstation 2 and bought me Guitar Hero as a surprise (yes, I know, we're way behind the times).
Do you remember back when we were kids, and you would try to show a grandparent how to play a video game, and they would look at the game controller like it had the complexity of some alien technology that's been transported back from 100 years in the future? And they would be reluctant to even touch the buttons, because they were so unsure of what was going to happen, that for all they know, hitting the wrong button could launch a nuclear weapon, or kill the dog, or some other unspeakable horror? I've become that guy.
You should have seen me try to figure out how to get this console game system and miniature guitar to work. There's nothing that can make you feel old like having to ask a 6-year-old neighbor kid to teach you how to hook up something to your TV. Now that I have it working, I spend every night playing the thing, and pretending that I'm Eddie Van Halen in my living room.
...you know, if Eddie Van Halen were a short, metrosexual Asian man with a pink guitar.
Labels: electronics, gaming
