It’s The Way I Tell ‘Em
In the delivery of the punchline to the tragicomedy that is my life, timing is everything — get it right and it’s all roses and blowjobs … get it wrong, however, and it’s a bit of a “sorry about that.”
So, if you’ve been paying attention to my random ramblings for any length of time, you’ll have noticed a pattern: given that the spring consists of parties … that the summer consists of parties and festivals … that the autumn up to NYE consists of parties … that really only leaves the miserable three months or so between January 1st and May 1st in which to pretend to be a grownup and put in the hours required to fund the other eight/nine months of the year after topping my earnings up with the income I make partying ¹.
I have, therefore, been pretty much absent from Medium this month and will almost certainly be so in the coming month at least … maybe even longer, depending on how things go.
And when I am here, don’t really have anything of significance to say … or, at least, as significant as anything I ‘pen’ ever gets anyway … and am only dropping in to ensure that you haven’t all withered and died in my absence — I just don’t have the energy at the end of the working day and, instead, unwind by killing people ².
So, this month, I have been mostly retrogaming again.
In the last three-and-a-half weeks, I have played …
Prey
Syndicate
F.E.A.R.
F.E.A.R. Files
F.E.A.R. 2
Wolfenstein
Borderlands
Thief
L.A. Noire
In the coming weeks, I anticipate playing
Watch Dogs
Payday
Payday 2
Shadowrun
Resonance Of Fate ³
F.3.A.R.
Borderlands 2
Borderlands: The Presequel
Tales From The Borderlands
Dead Space
Wolfenstein: The New Order
[Whatever else takes my fancy]
I may be inspired to write reviews of them, if pressed to do so by people, but they’re all so old now that I don’t honestly see the point — there are plenty of reviews out there from when they were new … so, there’s no need really.
Right, that’s your lot for a bit — I’ve got to get on with Quake 4.
L83rz, p33p5.
[EDIT]
That’s funny … I don’t remember picking up a rocket-launcher along the way.
Wish I’d known — then I wouldn’t’ve blown myself to pieces, thinking I’d switched to the nailgun.
<sigh>
