I wish my office offered overtime...

...'cause I need extra monies for Rock Band (finally out on Friday).

Not because I'm gonna buy the box set with drums and all that crap. I've got enough in the way of plastic guitars, mics, guns and barrel-lookin' bongos. And seriously...I can't even think of any drummers as I write this. I might as well buy a fishing controller (no offence to any drummers...or fishers).

No no no! The DLC is gonna bleed me dry. If EA is running around, waving about DLC like this, and you don't even feel slightly turned on, there's something wrong with ya.

Shit, the game isn't out here for another four days, but they've already dangled DLC in front of me, much like those drug-filled Mary statues that haunted Charlie from Lost. I got home today, cracked open a statue and ingested a load of DLC.

I can't even remember what the game's tracklist is anymore. All I know is that I'm gonna get home Friday and Crushcrushcrush myself silly.



(As if I needed an excuse for a Hayley picture. Er...and the others. Of course.)

Rumours suggesting I will also be hammering songs from Fall Out Boy, All-American Rejects, 30 Seconds To Mars and AVA are actually completely true.

This is the stuff Guitar Hero and (even moreso) Singstar cruelly deprive me of. It's hard to hate EA when they ply me with Skate as if it were Jesus Juice, then release me to romp around their Rock Band Neverland.

EA got kinda sexy.