All Quiet on the Uncertain Front
I’ve just unhinged enough that I could well have staged the last few weeks of silence to engineer a situation in which I could finally use that title for a post.
In other, incalculably less significant news, I’m back to let you all know what to expect over the next few weeks, point vainly at a few things in the meantime and hope to the heavens someone out there makes an indistinct enough noise that I can justify miscontruing it as approval.
Last order of business first, then. This was an absolute bastard to write. I can’t honestly say I’m much of a Wario fan (is anyone?), but the week tricked me into thinking it might be quiet, so I took on a review of something I don’t feel entirely confident about even and ended up in the strangest of positions, which is to say having a kind of an out-of-body experience during which I played through the entirety of The Shake Dimension. Maybe that’s not so strange, really; I’ve auto-piloted through some outright awful games, movies, experiences even. What is, is that I had nothing to say about it thereafter. Absolutely fuck all. For want of inspiration or any more constructive kind of criticism, I decided to accuse Wario’s latest developers of selling their souls to Satan. Sadly, my admittedly rather wise editor stole a rape joke from my review. The presumption!
