I've noticed some abnormally strong disapproval of topic-bumping lately, so I guess I should apologize for this post or something. What I have to say is not "phenomenal." If you ask me, however, bumping is often a better choice than creating a new topic.
Before today, there was another item on my life's list of unexperiences that I didn't think to include in my lists here:
Today that unexperience came to an end. What's really notable about it, sadly, is that I didn't like it at all. Sorry, Lizard Dude.
I was unable to stay centralized on that little, metal square in the middle, and I couldn't find the arrows with my feet without taking my eyes off of the screen—which messed me up every time I did. Never before have I gotten so frustrated so quickly with a video game. It was really quite sad. I slammed the soles of my shoes onto the flashing plastic in anger, at one point half fell off the platform, and ended up altogether walking away before the song ended.
"Stupid Japanese video games!" I thought.
But at least I knew, even as I thought so, that I was wrong. I still take pride in knowing Montana's third-best player, and he is permanent proof to me that DDR is mysteriously somehow a great game.