Lotsa Pasta

It’s part two and it’s NOT an electric boogaloo, to say the least. It’s more like an exposition boogaloo and let’s just say that the buck doesn’t stop, there. This stories is elevating itself and self-conflating itself in ways I never thought possible and on ONE hand I think I’m being too critical; Because I do really like this story and it makes me think and it tickles that part of my brain where I’m like OH DAMN, that is pretty spooky. And then there’s another side of me that says, I’m an armchair critic and my armchair is getting too old for this shit; By that I mean, we’ve seen this before and we’ve seen this done better. It’s not a good excuse, i’ll keep my liberties close and my coat racks closer… If that even matters anymore. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet, if you catch the tongue-in-cheek nature of the screenshots I’ll be using for the rest of this series, I think you’ll understand where I’m coming from the most. If not, be thankful for the ride. The Man in my Basement Takes One Step Closer Eve