Thoughts of LoWriter

Cartoon Gravity

Yesterday, it dawned on me that, when it comes to dancing, some people have got rhythm, some have got music. I, on the other hand, have got cartoon gravity. I am fine until I think about it.

This is usually why dancing, for me in the past, has included copious amounts of tequilla. I will be out there, doing my thing, and suddenly, somebody will say something like, "Lo, you're doing good, and I will lose the beat, trip over my heels, fall on my ass, and get pointed at.

Luckily last night I was merely playing Dance, Dance Revolution and not, in fact, dancing in a club. Now, I had never played DDR before, but on my first try, I did actually manage to pass the level with a D. Granted, I was on beginner, and I was on the slowest setting, but that was fine. Linds and D told me that this was good. Then I proceeded to fail a lot.

It seemed like all night, as long as I wasn't noticing if I was doing good or not, then I would do fine. As soon as I'd think about what I was doing, I'd lose the beat, miss steps, and fall off the mat. (Well, OK, so not that last one.)

All in all, the game is highly addictive, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I hope to play many more times. Maybe I'll even move up to "Light" setting next time. It was a great way to get in some excercise after a trip to the Walker. And the best part is that it didn't seem like excercise because you were playing a game.

My life over the last week has featured me as a tourist for much of it. We went to the Walker yesterday and saw the Diane Arbus exhibit, which I really liked a lot. I am a fan of most art, though, so don't take my word for it. Some of the photos are a little over the top, but they were all so full of everyday emotion that I really liked all of them. (Be warned, some of them are of nudist colonists.)

Over last weekend, I went to the Amana Colonies while visiting my sister. My one plan, when this began as a trip where I was going by myself to see my sister, was to have a meal there and to get a bottle of wine to take home. This did not happen because the entire family decided to come along. I didn't have to pay for gas (so bonus), but I didn't really get to do what I wanted, either. I did end up coveting a knife that I saw pretty much solely because of the handle colors. I can't find the one I really wanted on their site, so I can't link to it.

So, the moral of the story today is this: Be a tourist, but buy what you want when you see it or you may not get to later, and never look down when playing DDR. You may just lose your gravity.

Posted by LoWriter at July 14, 2006 08:49 AM