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.
XCOM 2 is coming to consoles! Leaving behind the exclusive shores of the PC master race, and coming to us slobs who prefer to game on our consoles. I am happy.
Man. A niche of a niche of a niche. If vinyls are for a select few, then gaming vinyls are for an even more cloistered segmentation of the population. Which I’m all for, frankly. Fetishize your fetishes. Lord knows I do.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. This ain’t Monday Morning Commute. It’s Tuesday Morning Commute, and I’m barely goddamn sorry! Nothing like hitting the workweek hard to remind you of your own entropic plummet towards oblivion. Days like yesterday remind me of one of my favorite passages from Palahniuk’s Survivor, “Time is running out. There isn’t the kind of energy you used to have. You start to slow down. You start to give in” (263). Maybe five years ago, I have a busy day of work, I come home. Churn out thirteen articles for the next two days, jack off three times, eat dinner, jack off three more times, and play seven hours of Mass Effect.
These days? I come home, kiss my wife on the head, throw my backpack to the ground, put on sweatpants, and watch Jeopardy.
I’m selfishly happy about this one. I wasn’t sure if I was going to have a gaming PC up and running by the time XCOM 2 dropped this Fall. Or if I would have the time in my gaming schedule to accomodate the title. But February of next year? Sign me the fuck up! Sorry to those of you who are saddened by this news. I feel you, I’m just not like, you know, with you.