Mom has created another Guitar Hero victim. She finally convinced Charles to give it another try and he’s started playing a bit, although not as dedicatedly as Mom. He discovered on his own that the base guitar parts were easier (or more regular, at least) and he’s been working on those. He does OK, although his favorite part is still buying stuff in the virtual store. That’ll end soon, as there’s only so much stuff and he’s already bought most of it.
Mom still gloats about crushing my fragile ego and scores whenever possible. She has taken to just asking “what’s a song I can beat your score on?” without even a pretense of compassion. I am reduced to spending endless hours practicing, so that I can eke out slightly higher scores for Mom to overcome in a humiliating fashion. At last, I am of some utility for her.
> At last, I am of some utility for her.
There’s got to be some lesson about patience in here somewhere, but I’m not sure it’s an especially compelling one when all is said and done. Ah well.
Sue, just a few words-to-live-by that come to mind and I thought I’d share: Kick ‘em while they’re down!
Next time you’re in town, you’ll have to take on Josh. He needs someone to beat him as he thinks he is the gh master!
Just this evening Mom made me list all of the songs where I had sneaked in a score so that she could wipe them out, one by one. But, haha, I still have two she can’t match. If only there were a song I liked or could tolerate that Mom couldn’t stand. Barracuda is probably the closest to that.