Your friendly neighborhood webfriend, Alex Sol Watts. Here you'll find music, photos and words (and almost original thoughts). I grow a beard in real life. Find me everywhere on the internet (see above) or shoot me an email right now at alexsol.watts@gmail.com. I like hearing about new music, social media fails and your favorite everythings, if you please.
Borderlands continues to be one of my favorite games. Irreverent, referential, beautiful and so undeniably full of awesomeness that I’ve poured (and continue to pour) hours and hours of my life into it. To me, it basically nailed FPS and RPG simultaneously, thus negating the need anyone to do anything ever again.
Except for this. Borderlands 2 made my heart a warm and happy place to be, just in time for the weekend. My inner siren just went invisible and exploded in a group of crazed bandits, right before licking her sexy, sweet lips.
Sure, you could call it the Michael Bay of computer games, what with all the wubstep and robot lovin’, but fuck you. You don’t have taste. Transformers was awesome guys. It satisfied all of my needs. All of them.

Come on guys, joy puke your face off. Do it. Bring on claptrap, Pandora, vaults, whatever. I’m ready. I will have enough skills.
Available Sept. Inc. hibernation.