Today was orange. The light, I mean. The usual yellow-ish glare of the noon sun was a deep amber, all day long. I’ve heard it was due to smoke and haze from some brush fires a few hundred miles away, but even knowing that didn’t make it any less eerie. So, I figured that since it looked like the end of the world outside, I should do something suitably apocalyptic and play my first-ever online game of Halo 2, courtesy of some of the Talking Time crew. Verdict: I’m really terrible at killing other people. I guess that’s good to know in the event I’m ever falsely accused of murder.
But what is the deal with no one besides me playing as an Elite? Spartans are totally passé, guys.
Also on tap for “signs of the apocalypse”: a review of a Game Boy Mega Man game that just might be on par with the second and third NES installments. At least, that’s what wumpwoast posits. I dunno, pretty soon cats are gonna be hanging out with dogs and stuff. I’m not liking the way things are shaping up right now.