I saw a couple of little girls playing the new The Beatles: Rock Band at Best Buy today. After watching for a few minutes, I decided that I’d never let my kids play The Beatles: Rock Band. Those girls weren’t old enough. The game is simply too psychedelic.

I’ve never dropped acid, and I don’t plan to, but occasionally I find myself in a situation that makes me think, “Hey, maybe LSD isn’t so bad. Maybe it’s not as dangerous as they say. Maybe I should give it a shot.” I fear that playing The Beatles: Rock Band might put me over the edge, because I had that strange impulse to drop some acid just from watching it for a few minutes. The game is really trippy.

Before I found myself at Best Buy, I’d been browsing the stacks at Borders. Maybe Rock Band nearly put me over the edge because, having read a few excerpts of Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, I was already in an acid-friendly mode.

(On an unrelated note, I can’t help but note that this is a short post without much substance. Maybe I finally found a use for Twitter.)