Glad you folks enjoyed the pic.
What irks me about parties like this, is that they reek of the excesses of the old Ion Storm days. Fiddling while Rome burns, so to speak. The only thing they haven't done is told us that we're going to be FINO3's bitch. but I'm waiting for that one... I'm waiting.
The fanfare, the exclusivity, the divisiveness- really make it feel like one of those "Caddy-Shack" moments, where big money and blue collar collide. Where you're hoping that the caddies, and the spectators on the green, the ones with half a brain, are going to wake up and see what a bunch of pretentious, stuck up, bastards are running the club and then revolt and take it back for the little guy.
Except this is real life, and there won't be any populist revolt. Why? Because these assholes, these charlatans, have bamboozled almost everyone into believing that the drek they're pushing- that they, in fact, are the second coming of a franchise that was SO good yet so easy to produce, that they couldn't be bothered to have even ONE of the original creators on board as a consultant.
It's the kind of arrogance, the kind of blatant disrespect for one of my sacred cows, that makes me go absolutely bat-shit. Every single time I see one of these smirking, glad-handing, sons of bitches giving an "interview"... I just want to reach through my goddamned screen and drub them relentlessly about the head and the face, with a steamed cauliflower, until they, or I, pass out. Either one really, doesn't matter.
/Whap, whap, whap!
You like that Todd-o!?
/Whap, whap, whap!
You like that Petey!? How bout another fireside chat, you bug-eyed, flat-topped GOON!?
/Whap, whap, whap!
Come on people! Hurry up and help me take them down! Before they reach the... invincible... children?
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AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE! HA! HA! HA!
/WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!, WHAP!......
/takes a deep breath
/counts to ten
/sighs...
God, I hate these guys...