Here's the problem...

When I want to write about video games, I usually need to play some games because I figure that will get the juices flowing. Unfortunately (for everyone else like bosses, girlfriends, pets, etc.), when I play games, I lose time like I was abducted by big-headed grey aliens (no anal probing, though. Sorry, I guess?). So, because of that, today's blog is not as expansive as I wanted it to be. I just got Borderlands 2 and I can't say I've missed the lost time but I have to say I've missed the wonderful everything that is Borderlands. The whole time I am playing, I keep thinking "I've gotta do this other thing" but then I find a gun that shoots fire or has a funny name or a quest pops up that seems like it should be fairly simple but nothing ever is.

I went to the midnight release for the first Borderlands because I had followed the game ever since I first heard about it. I remember them changing the art style to differentiate themselves from Fallout and I think the aesthetic difference changed the whole direction of the game. There's something about cell-shaded graphics that lends itself to a more cynical, snarky type of humor and the writers behind Borderlands definitely latched onto that. At the same time, it's one of the few games where I've simultaneously laughed while also feeling like I'm part of a serious conflict. The game walked a tight rope between self-aware meta-humor and the typical juvenile power fantasy present in most games. So, it's no surprise that after the success of the first one and the absolute joy that each DLC pack brought, the second one is something that I had a hard time putting down.

I did manage to put it down for an impromptu dance party, though. I tried to learn how to Dougie but no luck, so I mostly flailed around but I had fun. If you're dancing, you should be having fun but if you're not, I will still be having fun because I'm picturing a mopy, depressed person dancing in a circle, each gyration left unpunctuated by the typical wide smiles and random cries of excitement that dancing should bring. For some reason, the image that never fails to bring a smile to my face is someone doing that Soulja Boy dance with a completely serious look on their face.

Anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and so, I might actually write what I planned to write today, assuming work and Borderlands don't get in the way. But I don't think I'm the only one with a problem...