In fact, during my college days I felt a weekend that did not result in the type of full-body soreness that only comes via the aggressive fist-pumping and leg kicking of being a spastic sound champion, was a weekend wasted.
Those words remain true. Although my scale for what defines a solid weekend has changed, I still aspire to frequently sweat my body weight out on the dance floor.
And now, I aspire to do the same 20 years into the future...and also incorporate push-ups, somersaults, ground punches, and rolling in the dirt into my dance floor repertoire.
And with that we come to 2009, the era of mixed language songs. This one is also more evidence that all asians, inlcuding pop stars, are martial arts experts.
Next stop: Jan Terri, 1993, with this piece that just tugs your heart strings right out of tune. Who hasn't longed after our own version of a mulleted motorcycle hunk?
So, I've never really been that interested in video games. But I never really had a great reason to be bothered by them. Yes, they often keep people indoors. Idle. Drinking 2 liters of coke. Pimples. But there wasn't much more I could hold against them. Until now.
It turns out that if video games had their druthers, they would fuck our shit up.