Guitar Rising

I never quite understood the whole fascination with the Guitar Hero series of games. Sure, it’s an amusing idea and I am sure it’s a complete blast at a party, but playing a real guitar really isn’t too impossible. It just requires lots (and lots and a bit more) of practice to get things down right. As far as the folks who have YouTube videos of their GH accomplishments with the throngs of people jizzing their pants worshipping them, I simply don’t get it. How is quickly tapping buttons impressive? Oooh, you can do Slayer’sRaining Blood” with 100% accuracy on expert… Oooooh! I betcha Kerry King and Jeff Hanneman would let you play on stage with them next time now wouldn’t they? 🙂 You want to really impress me? Play Stevie Ray Vaughan’s rendition of Hendrix’s Little Wing or Voodoo Chile (Slight Return) in front of me using the real thing.

Anyway, when I saw an ad for Guitar Rising, you can bet your ass that this game really piqued my interest. To me, this is what Guitar Hero should have been in the first place… A chance to learn and to play your favorite songs with the help of visual cues and your PC (or game console). I (and my black ESP) am definitely looking forward to this when it comes out!

It can’t get here soon enough in my opinion!

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Here’s looking at you kiddo

Have I ever mentioned how much I love How It’s Made? I just saw the episode where they showed how ocularists create artificial eyes and it was so insanely cool. I must admit I have never met anyone with an artificial eye, so I had just assumed they painted a ball and popped it in. Turns out it’s not a ball but rather a cover that has an intense amount of work done on it to simulate an eyeball, complete with fake silk thread veins! I also did not know they were made to move in unison with the good eye too.

I wonder how much money an ocularist makes per artificial eye?

Here’s a nifty web episode on the same subject. There’s a couple of parts that look slightly creepy, so if you do not think you could handle seeing an empty eye socket, you may not want to watch.

Take me home tonight

So I am almost somewhat settled into the new place and lawdy lawd am I bloody tired of the whole moving process. On top of that, it’s also very odd and somewhat unsettling not having someone here to chat with. I’ve been living with someone else for so long that I feel out of place not having another person around to talk to. With time, I am sure that unsettling feeling will clam down some, but man does it sometimes suck.

Anyway, the new place is quite nice and I am not used to having so much living space to fill up. The major plus is the four minute commute to work and the less than eight minute access to at least a dozen restaurants, two shopping centers, Target, Lowes and three major highways. The major drawback to this complex is that parking is pretty sparse so if you get here past a certain time, you will need to park quite a distance from your flat. The area looks to be somewhat safe, though I am guessing by the $400 dollar a year hike on my auto insurance (screw you Geico!) it’s not as safe as my old town was. I’ve met a couple of neighbors and they seem nice as well. My next door neighbor however, scared the Jeebus out of me when I was moving in. She’s a nice little old lady, but she wears those funkadelic wrap-around ultra-dark sunglasses and seemed to have forgotten the lesson on the appropriate amount of time to maintain a hand shake. Note to those of you who may have failed the class as well, any handshake lasting longer than 45 seconds is entirely too long and on the borderline of being psychotic. That is unless you happen to find the person extremely attractive and you’re stuck in a euphoric moment of clarity where you are envisioning the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Sadly, in this particular instance, her white beard, liver spots and clammy hands did not elicit any type of amorous feelings from me. So you better believe that this exchange of pleasantries was way fucking uncomfortable yo! She did seem like a really nice lady and I am sure one of these days I’ll be suckered into sharing tea and crumpets while listening to NPR or watching The Price is Right with her.

The one thing I was not crazy about when moving into my place was the smell of the freshly refinished floors. The place still stinks of lacquer goodness and because of the humidity during the last week and a half (and the next few days, grrrr) the smell will not go away quickly enough. The floor isn’t even nice and slippery either so I can’t do my funky Tom Cruise “Risky Business” impression (sans the tidy whities though, can’t bloody stand them) either. Looks like my first major purchase will be a dehumidifier to quicken this drying process. Bummer!

Click to embiggen I’ve got some funky ideas as far as decorating the place to my liking and it will take me a bit of time to achieve a lot of my plans. Of course, the one spot in my place that just had to be finished as soon as I was settled in is pictured to the left. Just missing a nice photograph or picture to the left of the top shelf and I’ll be all set… The next area to conquer with my mediocre decorating skillz is going to be my bathroom followed by the kitchen. The bedroom and living room will take the longest to complete because I’ll need a fair amount of furniture to achieve the looks I want. If repainting the place would not be such a bitch and a half, I’d also do a little bit of it here. However having been through that process in the past, there’s no way in hell I’ll subject myself to that in the future.