Waiting for Gouda

So it’s been a few days since I checked in here, but as you can see, I’ve been very busy. Very busy.

One tagline for Guitar Hero III urges one to “Unleash Your Inner Rock God”, but after a thorough and intensive search of my innards, I’m all but certain that no such deity resides in there. I have managed to unleash a rather uncomfortable twinge in my wrist, and for a while there I had unleashed a persistent numbness in my thumb. But that was before I determined that a feverish death grip does not make it any easier to hit the notes.

In fact, as far as I can tell, nothing makes it easier to hit the notes. No amount of practice has allowed me to proceed from the “medium”, or “almost-not-sucky” level. I am, at best, a mediocre demi-god, roughly equivalent to one of the blurry guys in a toga standing in the background behind Zeus on Mt. Olympus.

But I’m okay with that. I’m not giving up. Did Keanu Reeves learn how to play the guitar in just a few weeks? Did Russell Crowe? No, my friends. No they did not.