There you go, kiddos, that was approximately 98% of my Christmas, in some form or another. Either I was watching it, or playing it, or listening to it, or trying to throw it away without anybody noticing, or threatening to kill one and/or all the boys in my house if they didn't turn it down, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TURN THE DAMN ROCK BAND DOWN!
The good news? My kids are learning an appreciation for classics like 'Aqualung' and 'Carry On My Wayward Son'.
The bad news? I suck. But at least Rock Band is nice enough to let me know that I suck.
Now The Hormone King is convinced that he needs a drum set so he can become a rock star and make millions of dollars, snort lines of cocaine off hookers' asses and end up on Celebrity Rehab at the age of 14.
Curse you, Wii Rock Band 2. You're paying for the sober living house.