cool kid report

Startling new report: I just bought myself an expensive pair of dance pads for Dance Dance Revolution on Playstation. In Doctor World*, Dance Dance Revolution is the only form of physical exertion I recommend. The pads came very promptly through UPS, gratifying me almost instantaneously. I had to drive out to the civilized parts of Madison to obtain the necessary software to put my new hard foam friends to use and so the cry range out, "To me, my Buick!" I checked Target, who foolishly did not carry the title, and quickly moved on to Toys R Us. On a sidenote, I learned Toys R Us has its own Yu-Gi-Oh league, which could prove to be a key element in my quest to prove my gamemanship over as many small children as possible. The whole Toys R Us experience is a little lacking. Not only was the eletronics section not visable immediately upon entry, a personal insult to those who feel uncomfortable being indoors without seeing a computer, but the games are only purchased by proxy through a small slip of paper. If this is the kind of system that a store wishes to implement, then there's really no reason for me to walk back there at all. I should be able to simply enter the store, throw some money on the ground and yell out the name of the game I'm trying to purchase. This would preferably cause it to drop into my outstreached hands from the sky, or at least cause an overweight employee to wadle over with it in his sweaty palm. As it turns out, not only did I have to do my own legwork, sweaty palms had to get in on the action too, reducing overall efficiency and decreasing the liklehood of my return. In fact, the loop around the store ended up costing me, as I was easily suckered into picking up the newly released DVD set of the original Star Wars trilogy. The purchase of this little gem caused even more semantic hilarity, as it came with a $10 Toys R Us gift card. Of course, I tried to apply it to the purchase I was making, an attempt which Toys R Us didn't appreciate. Fortunately, my fast thinking brain realized I could just split my purchase down the middle and apply the gift card to the DDR proxy. This is fortunate, since a return trip to the store clearly would have booby trapped me into some sort of Star Wars merchandise pyramid scheme.

The pads work great and I can already feel myself jumping up a few Feet in dance prowess. The downstairs neightbors seem fairly pissed though.



*Doctor World is the alternate reality where every non-doctor from this reality has a doctor counterpart and every doctor a non-doctor counterpart (and Jim's girlfriend is preparing herself to be released from her duties at the hospital,)