Saturday, October 21, 2006

FPS: Battlefield 2142 Retail

So it turns out the spyware scare was something of a tempest in a teapot.
Yeah, the retail game calls home with details of your behavior.
But it restrains the window-peering and keyhole-peeping to in-game activities.

Which is like having a neighborhood peeping tom next door who restricts his viewing to your living room & kitchen. Still odious, but not completely beyond the pale.

I'd likely still have passed except for good old fashioned peer pressure- there's already a healthy squadron of Tards in the hover transport, waving me aboard through open and inviting doors. It seems positively churlish to scowl and kick the dirt over something as insignificant as privacy.

I got in some solo trigger time last night and held my own despite FPS skills as rust-caked and frozen as the pre-lube job Tin Man. I'm hoping a few weeks of practice will serve as my personal Dorothy and grease up the joints a bit.