Vandalism at its best

I am not one to enjoy the destruction of property unless it is Wal-Mart's. I kid, I kid because it is never ok. But that does not mean it isn't funny at times. Check these pictures out. You will probably laugh at me more than the photos but I could not help myself when I saw these pictures. I have always liked creative mustache and pimple drawing, this takes that in a different direction.



Why are these funny to me? Picture how the deed was done, doing so often leads me to laugh much more than the end result actually does. Look down the lipstick aisle and see a mom checking out sick lipstick shades and her son getting really bored. He then proceeds to look at the models in the ads and think that they would look more like normal people if they had mustaches. He pulls out lipstick, like he has done on many occasions prior, and uses these hyper-made models to create pieces of humor. These entertain him as his mother endlessly cannot decide what make up to purchase and why her skin looks bad with purple or why she is afraid to wear cliche red lipstick. She also became confused at the claims of non-smear and color lock technology like I do when I approach the slurpee machine and am caught off guard by the new flavors. This battle with boredom lead the young boy to entertain himself out of necessity. He realizes that make-up is really for clowns and shouldn't be worn by anyone else. I guess that is why these worldly women now look like circus-men who were decorated by finger-painting kindergartners.

DDR Disappoint

The other day I went to Sun River to play DDR. I find myself there about once a week playing on the Dance Dance Revolution Supernova machine listening to Golden Sky, V and Dynamite Rave for one to two hours. This week I was interrupted. Erin and I were playing and this huge group of high school kids walked in. They gathered just behind us and began to talk. I could feel how restless they were but our play still had three songs. I knew they wanted to steal the pads and beat the beat so after our credit was up, I offed them a chance to play. One young man took it gratefully and the rest of the crowd gathered around to watch him. More kids came out from nowhere and I began to believe that he could very well be Cokeboy a.k.a. the high score holder for most of the songs on the machine. I sat with sweaty palms waiting to be impressed.
This ratty looking kid with van's from Kohl's tied too tight and a ponytail hanging down his back mounted the machine and began searching for a song. He came to one and stopped. I noticed he was still only on difficult. He pressed play and the crowd started to murmur loudly.
"Oh Hell Yeah!"
"Show us what you got"
"Blow me away" (That was said by a girl who was not watching the screen. She may have been talking about something else.

The song began and so did the sloppy footwork. My dreams were crushed. This was some punk kid that had friends. I should have known that if he were really good he would be limited to a small posse, not an entourage. I waited for him to finish embarrassing himself. All the people that were there to watch him lost interest. He finished the song and left the dance pads which Erin and I immediately took back. We played a few more rounds and the kids did not leave. They sat around and made noise in the Sun River arcade.
The whole experience made me reflect on disappointment and judgement. What if the kid had recently recovered from surgery or Chemo? Who knows? As long as he had fun and his group felt like they were helping out then great for them. I hope they are happy now and that is the real point of DDR, right? Unless you play no expert.
Watch the Videos below if you want some Non-disappointing DDR.