Welcome, fellow travellers! Welcome here to the Open Bar, upon the Space-Ship Omega! I #cantstop and I #wontstop the cheesy, but ultimately enjoyable (for me) conceit! You know, the one about this website being a Space-Ship. You know, the one about us being denizens of a shuddering, weathered, but comforting hunk of self-propelling space-junk amid the abyss of the internet cosmos.
As I said, it’s comforting.
Sweatpants, Diet Dew, a fire, a furry dog at my feet. Life ain’t bad, life ain’t bad generally. Going to keep this simple, on this simple evening. This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where we share what we’re up to during a particular week. The new movie we want to see. A comic book dropping on Wednesday we can’t wait to read. Et cetera et cetera et cetera. Going to keep this simple, on this simple evening.
I’ll go first, you’ll follow in the comments section. Fair? Fair. Fair!
This is Weekend Open Bar. The weekly invitation to come and hang out, share what you’re doing the next couple of days. What you’re eating, drinking, smoking, playing, reading, et cetera. Et cetera.
It’s week two of the Empire’s descent into Trumplandia. I’ve been struggling to make sense of how to behave in the face of such gravity. The best I can think of, is to simply continue persisting. To continue doing things like typing up the Weekend Open Bar.
As a hero of mine opines, the most “daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” So so I persist, here, at Weekend Open Bar. Week after week, inviting likeminded folks to spend time together. Week after week, offering likeminded folks a space-oasis in which we can pass the time in good nature together.
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It’s Monday. The next node over the next node over >> This is Monday Morning Commute, the column where I run down a list of what I’m anticipating during a given week. The next node over the next node over >> This week? Eh, I don’t know. The next node over the next node over >> I’m still struggling to accept a world wherein the next four years are going to be lead by a God-Emperor Trump. The next node over the next node over >> I had a good weekend, hanging out with a good core of the Space-Ship Omega Crew. The next node over the next node over >> Drinking, eating, smoking, watching Arrival, eating, drinking, dancing.
Oh, I’m hype for this game. Oh, so, very hype. One of my major misgivings (obviously) with the first Watch Dogs was how inconsequential hacking was to the actual game. Credit Ubisoft for recognizing this fuckery, and seemingly rectifying it in the sequel.
I’m all about this game. I don’t care if you are. I am. I am!!!
I’m excited for this game. I may be the only one. But I am.
I’m the one person who genuinely enjoyed Watch Dogs. Oh, don’t get me wrong. It was flawed as fuck. The hacking didn’t really work or matter. The protagonist was one of the worst ones I’ve had the misery of controlling in a long while. But I’m a fucking sucker for anything cyberpunky. which gave it a +50 enjoyment buff. Plus, the shooting mechanics were some of the sharpest I’ve ever experienced, which yes is ironic, because the game usually wanted you to fumble your way through hacking the encounters. This is why I’m excited for the sequel. Ubisoft has more or less confirmed they knew the protagonist sucked, and their gameplay wasn’t well-integrated. So, if it’s theoretically only going to get better, then I’m going to enjoy the sequel even more.
For the first time in a hot fucking minute, we’re not getting an Assassin’s Creed this year. Ubisoft has laid out its plans for fiscal year 2016-17, and there were no assassins to be found. There was, however, a sighting of a Watch Dog (2).