QWOP, the ill-trained, ill-coordinated man who obviously must be the only man in his country if he is in fact the best athlete in his country

It seems that every Christmas break I have so many things I'd like to do, but I never get done. In fact, I think I have an old blog somewhere about this exact same problem. This problem came to my attention once again as I just spent half an hour playing the impossibly difficult game of qwop (go look it up on google). The user controls a human trying to run a 100 meter race. However, you control his thighs and calves, which makes it more than a little difficult. my brother got 48.3 meters, which is the furthest of anyone I know. Granted, we and several of my friends who were introduced to it recently by our friend who just returned from Scotland are the only ones who know about it, but I'm still impressed. Apparently he's as good at virtual running as he is at real running. Anyways, its a superb time-waster and very frustrating, yet very addicting. I can even complete semi-normal strides instead of shuffling along on the ground like I used to. If I've spent that much time on this game that I'm beginning to succeed at it, I think that means I'm failing at quite a few other things, most notably, living life.