What's The Box?

Upon my arrival in Indiana I quickly found myself a witness of a power struggle. A good natured power struggle over whether or not T. and C. needed Guitar Hero in their lives and whether it was in their budget. I will not bother telling you who had more reservations. I will say that I was all for Guitar Hero and within days of my appearance in the scene, well, a box arrived. Inside the box? You might think it was cheese. It was not. You might think it was a pair of boots or a winter coat (it is damn fucking cold awful here). It was not. In the box was Guitar Hero, complete with wireless guitar and game cd thingy. I was in the house alone when the box arrived. I did not open the box. I wasn't sure I was allowed to open the box. I had better things to do anyways, like getting depressed about my lack of prospects and then blogging about it. But, once I was given googlechat clearance, I opened the box.
And then after a while of playing I thought it would be a good idea to take a shower. This is what I found when I re-entered the living room/Guitar Hero den.
Rockin' it.