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Today I set up DDR because Mom had trouble getting it to work at school and wanted me to check things.
DDR is one of the many can't-miss sensations I cheerily missed. I played most of one game, hampered by the fact I didn't want to stop eating my icecream or move about too vigorously so I only was hitting two arrows. Then I watched my brother for a while, which confirmed that this was not a game I wanted to be good at. Admittedly, my brother can make anything look awkward. He spent most of time in Dead Beetle Mode, where he's hunched over with his arms pulled against his chest in tight claws, shuffling frantically.
The humiliation potential isn't even there - I mostly worried he was going to fall over. And it's not like it's any less stupid-looking when you're doing well. Besides that it's pretty boring. I guess you can play against other people, but I'd rather pass a controller around and watch interesting scenery. But then I like watching Youtube playthroughs, so I may not be the best example here.
Spike the magic dragon is hanging out in my room. He's been gaping a lot, which worries me, but otherwise he's having a great time. He's been able to spend the last few days outside of his cage for much of the day. My room is really warm, so he can run around at decent speeds. Zoe-cat is terrified of him. It's that special, glorious cat terror where they're too hypnotized to actually leave, and end up orbiting around at a distance of several feet. Little Zan-cat is stalking him, though, so we have to keep a good watch. The main problem is that she is adorable in initial attacking mode (she uses those ridiculous, exaggerated kitten poses, complete with the open-paw kitty slaps of timidity, as well as the tried and true mad-death-charge-wait-changed-my-mind high jump) so it's tempting to hold off intervening until she's actually threatening.
For a cold-blooded reptile, he's amazingly stupid. In theory he must be able to regulate his temperature, but it's never been observed. The gaping is normally supposed to mean he's too hot, but he tends to gape when he's basking under his sunlamp, or hanging out in the narrow channel between the heat vent and the box his tank is on. Meanwhile, he responds to chill by burrowing into shadowy corners (the number of times I've had to fish him out from under the bed...). Part of keeping an eye on him is just a matter of extracting him from under the bed or some similar place he's wedged himself.
My aunt gave us some helium balloons. They go well with the cats.
Mom says there was an owl outside when she came home.
DDR is one of the many can't-miss sensations I cheerily missed. I played most of one game, hampered by the fact I didn't want to stop eating my icecream or move about too vigorously so I only was hitting two arrows. Then I watched my brother for a while, which confirmed that this was not a game I wanted to be good at. Admittedly, my brother can make anything look awkward. He spent most of time in Dead Beetle Mode, where he's hunched over with his arms pulled against his chest in tight claws, shuffling frantically.
The humiliation potential isn't even there - I mostly worried he was going to fall over. And it's not like it's any less stupid-looking when you're doing well. Besides that it's pretty boring. I guess you can play against other people, but I'd rather pass a controller around and watch interesting scenery. But then I like watching Youtube playthroughs, so I may not be the best example here.
Spike the magic dragon is hanging out in my room. He's been gaping a lot, which worries me, but otherwise he's having a great time. He's been able to spend the last few days outside of his cage for much of the day. My room is really warm, so he can run around at decent speeds. Zoe-cat is terrified of him. It's that special, glorious cat terror where they're too hypnotized to actually leave, and end up orbiting around at a distance of several feet. Little Zan-cat is stalking him, though, so we have to keep a good watch. The main problem is that she is adorable in initial attacking mode (she uses those ridiculous, exaggerated kitten poses, complete with the open-paw kitty slaps of timidity, as well as the tried and true mad-death-charge-wait-changed-my-mind high jump) so it's tempting to hold off intervening until she's actually threatening.
For a cold-blooded reptile, he's amazingly stupid. In theory he must be able to regulate his temperature, but it's never been observed. The gaping is normally supposed to mean he's too hot, but he tends to gape when he's basking under his sunlamp, or hanging out in the narrow channel between the heat vent and the box his tank is on. Meanwhile, he responds to chill by burrowing into shadowy corners (the number of times I've had to fish him out from under the bed...). Part of keeping an eye on him is just a matter of extracting him from under the bed or some similar place he's wedged himself.
My aunt gave us some helium balloons. They go well with the cats.
Mom says there was an owl outside when she came home.
