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shiny objects

Sunday, March 07, 2004


It's not the size of the man in the dance that counts: it's the size of the dance in the man. I traveled to the Woodlands yesterday to meet a few pals, and we ended up visiting the local DDR machine. Before we could take our turn, we had to wait for two boys to finish their competative round. Both had set their games to the most difficult level and fastest speed. However, one was tall, lumbering, and slightly chubby while the other was slight, muscular, and agile. At a glance, you'd think the match was over before it even began.

However, I was much surprised to see the ursine contender practically mop the arcade with his lesser rival. Amazing. I've never seen a big man move so fast, possessed by the spirit of DDR, and jumping like a madman on crystal meth!

When it came to my turn, I must confess that I did rather poorly. You see, my shoes had leather soles, and every step I took on the slick platform threatened to send me right on my ass. C'est la vie. I managed well enough to beat the crap out of my friend Kevin, bless his rythm deficientcy.

I met his girl Alyssa while i was up there, too. She's a fine young lady - articulate, liberal (politically), tolerant (personally), a matchless conversationalist, and a wonderous companion for Kevin. Nice to see them doing well.


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