Quintumply

Hello again.  Jeremy’s party went swimmingly, if you wanted to know.  Which I assume you do, because from what you read, it was shaping up to be a corker.

He impressed several lady types with his mastery of the art of hanging pictures up, and with his dab-handery at the keyboard.  He picked up six numbers, but no names.  He shall be having a thrilling game of 20 Questions on the phone over the next few days.

Welcome once more to my now glistening blog, hopefully now to be better maintained than the only camel in the desert.  Does that make any sense?  Where are your trousers?  Does anyone know who that is in the background of that pic of me wearing the Shrek mask?

I am here to report, mostly, that the Beatles: Rock Band is joyous and spiffing.  When compared to other band specific games, such as Guitar Hero: Aerosmith, it simply glistens with delight and craftsmanship.  The opening cinematic is one of the best I’ve seen in recent times; it is so brilliantly stylised and completely typical of the Beatles ways.  It takes you on a journey through their career even before you’ve strummed, sang or thwacked something.  Simply marvelous.

Next on the agenda that only I can see (although, saying that, I can’t see it either.  I can see it in my mind.  It’s written on lined paper from a small notepad, and some of the writing is indecipherable) is drumming.  Drummles.  Dribble.  Boom boom tish.  Just Rock Band drumming, not proper drumming.  Who do you think I am, a famous drummer that isn’t Ringo?

I thought that getting the drum set for Beatles Rock Band would be the best time to try my hand at hitting things rhythmically, because Ringo’s drum beats are simple, but also functional.  They do the job.  Good for starting out on the drums, as there’s nothing overly complex to bend your forehead around.  As a result, I’m currently at the stage of Hard difficulty on the easier songs, such as Yellow Submarine and Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds.  I can do Medium on all songs now, but I’d like to be as good at the drums as I am the guitar, which is Hard/Expert on all songs.  Thankfully, I have a week off work, and so I shall have plenty of time to practice.

You are now looking at the words I have typed.  This is applicable to the entire blog post.  Feel free to go back and read it again, having gained this knowledge.

Didn’t think you would.  You naïve little bag of poo.  Yay, I have the little double dots for above the i in naïve, because I am special and you are a sack of muck.

I don’t really mean it when I say you’re a satchel of excrement.  Thesaurus.  The dinosaur which helps writers come up with different words to better express what they are trying to convey.  Only thing is with them, though, is that they look over your shoulder all the time, and they breathe on your papers and spill your cups of tea and stuff.  Bloody things.  Glad they’re extinct, or I’d have to kill them all.  Luckily, their usefulness does not dwindle when they’re six feet under.