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.: 10.01.2008 

Phillip Is Trying To Kill Me

There was Rock Band last night. That Buttface (which is how I shall hereinafter refer to P of Casa de Rock Band) set the game to play every song slightly faster than normal speed. I don't know how much faster, but I can tell you by the end of the (comparatively short) evening, both of my shoulders were burning, my right ankle was screaming, my right elbow begged me to bend it no more, and I could barely close my right hand for all the inflamed carpal tunnel badness. This extra speed was coupled with a Setlist of Doom that ended in a Judas Priest song with me, like an idiot, playing on Medium rather than Easy, when I know that Buttface's sets are always hard. Yeah. We made it 66% through before I had failed out three times and we got booed off the stage. I resorted to assaulting Buttface with the drumsticks. (He better be glad I was in so much pain, because it really affected my ability to do any actual damage.)

Note to self: buy wrist support for next Rock Band night.

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  11:21 AM   1 comment(s)


It's called the Miyagi technique, you know wax on wax off. I am preparing you to be a bad ass drummer. You will thank me later.

By Blogger philip, at 5:01 PM  

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