It’s one of those lazy liminal states for a lot of us here in the Empire. They strike every so often. The early summer. The beginning of fall. The end of the year. Where the great masses of us march to work. Going through the motions as holidays loom. Christmas. The New Year. Oh sure physically we may be there. Oh sure, oh sure.
But mentally? Checked out. Checked out more than usual. Those without vacation days, those not wanting to spend vacation days, attend their vocations. Their corporeal and astral forms in disharmony. One sitting in a shitty, non-ergonomic chair (if so lucky). The other surfing the metaplanes, everyone else’s lethargy giving license to their own.
This here is Monday Morning Commute. It’s a lazy week for many. A liminal week for more. So why not, why not spend it here at the Space-Ship OMEGA. Share what you’re looking forward to this week. Be it the arrival of your Christmas break. Be it the arrival of a movie in the theaters you want to see.
Let’s traverse the linear-liminal time-plane together.
It’s the Weekend Open Bar, man. Come, come join me. But for Space’s Sake, slam that hatch closed tight. It’s cold out there, in Cosmoblivion. Yes, yes indeed. Cold out there, but warm in here. At the Open Bar. Familiar fellows who frequent these grounds know the drill. They’re already perched atop their favorite stool, ready to rock.
For those not familiar, for those just embarking on the Space-Ship Omega, I’ll help you out. Throw you a Martian Ale, or prep-up the mind-gun with the finest of Jovian dust. Introduce you to the rest of the gang. Introduce you to what this here Open Bar is all about.
The bar is open early, friends. It’s Thanksgiving Eve here on the eastern arm of the Empire. I’m blessed enough to have the rest of the week off. So why not let the Asgardian ale flow already? So why not let the Martian space spice be smoked already? I have no good reasons for why not to, I have no good explanations. All I know is that life is too short, too vicious for even the most blessed, to not seize upon moments of revelry with you and yours.
Weekend Open Bar on a Wednesday evening.
Emphasis on quick, I guess.
I really fucking enjoyed Titanfall. The problem was that it was Xbox exclusive, and I didn’t have anyone to play with. Or a single-player campaign to waste my time in. The sequel is addressing both of those problems of mine.
Laser Swords! Mechs! Titanfall 2! I’ll buy it.
I enjoyed me some Titanfall. By myself, because it was Microsoft-exclusive, and all my friends have PlayStations. I may have enjoyed it more if it had a single-player campaign to run through, or if it was multi-platform. Well. If this news holds up, both of my prior complaints shall be null and void when the sequel is released.
Gasp! Egads! Shazam? An Electronic Arts CFO Czar has intimated that a Titanfall sequel will “probably” happen. It will “probably” be multi-platform, too. Hard to say. Wink wink.
In a move shocking EVERYONE, everyone!, there’s going to be a Titanfall 2. Go figure. Was a bit of an underground indie hit, but hey maybe there’s some credit there. Also shocking EVERYONE!, to the point where they were puking chunks of esophagus onto their keyboards in surprise, is that it won’t be an XB1 exclusive.
Praise the Butt Lords, Titanfall 2 is going multiplatform. ‘Cause you see – I’m the douchebag who owns an XB1 and a PS4. However, most of my good friends are squarely in the Sony camp. They’re not frivolous pieces of shit with their money. So this means I spend a good amount of time getting thrashed by myself in Titanfall with no one to console me. Such shan’t be the case with the sequel.